"Ash get up!" Gavin Jamieson said to his younger sister Ashlyn while shaking her violently.

"Go away Gavin or I seriously will hurt you.", was her response to this.

See, to anyone who didn't know the Jamieson family well it would seem like they were a perfectly normal family that had no particularly large (and possibly dangerous) secrets. But they did. And it was a major one too. Okay I think I should back up a bit to when this whole thing started.

Paul Jamieson and Rachel Hayden met in university. See they both went to the same one, though that is kind of obvious since they met there. Well anyway they were dating for about the last two years of university (They did make a cute couple) then when they graduated they moved in together and got married a year later. About a year into their marriage they had a son, Gavin Alexander Jamieson. He was their first born but not their last. Three years later they had another child. It was another son, Spencer Adrian Jamieson. It was when Spencer was two and Gavin was five that they got job transfers. Both parents worked together at the Model Agency in New York. They had gotten hired by the hottest designer of the time. I don't remember their name but I assure you it was a very big deal. So where was I? Ah yes transferred. So as I was saying they got transferred. To Italy. At first they were reluctant because, as all you parents with five and two year old children know, it is not easy to move across an ocean and settle down without your kids making a fuss loud enough to break someones eardrums. In the end they chose to move and face the consequences but they were surprised because something they did not know came up at that time and that was that their children were actually much more mature than they thought. I mean seriously mature like you sit Spencer down in front of you and explain the Pythagorean theorem to him and he would understand it completely, like if he could write or talk very well he would be able to answer any questions you throw at him. Let me remind you that this kid is two. I'm not talking genius or anything like that but a seriously good listener. He'd make a good Mockingbird. Believe me, this wears away in time but not just yet. Anyway I should continue with the story. Well a year after they moved they found that they couldn't have any more children so they adopted a child. This one was a girl, Ashlyn Alexandria Jamieson. By now they had three children, all three years apart. Just for the record Gavin was born in 1986, Spencer in 1989 and Ashlyn in 1992. Now the family history is complete and I can tell you the rest of the story. So the family lived in Italy for 12 years. Then they decided to move back to the United States although Paul and Rachel had heard that New York had gotten very dangerous for people because of gangs and crime, so they decided to move somewhere else to live. In the end they settled on Malibu, California. So they moved. Now understand this, the kids had grown up in Italy so their first language was Italian even though they knew the English language. They lived there in Malibu for 2 years and now that you know all of that I can starts to tell the secret their family had. This is a very brief and confusing retelling of their story so far, I understand, so feel free to re-read it if necessary because this is actually very important in this story.

Their secret first came to them when they had just moved and Gavin got a letter from a school called Flamma Forte saying that they had accepted him. Though he had not applied for it he read the letter and found out the beginning of their family's secret. He was a wizard. Flamma Forte was a school for witches and wizards in California. Gavin went to the school for three years, and then Spencer got the same acceptance letter except this one was addressed to him not Gavin. He too went to Flamma Forte. By now Gavin was in his third year. Three years later Ashlyn got her letter and began attending the school. This time Gavin was in his sixth and second last year, Spencer was in his third year and Ashlyn was just starting. She was 11. The next year Gavin graduated and got a job at a newspaper. Spencer finished his fifth year and Ashlyn finished her second. It was that year when Ashlyn got another letter. This time from England (that poor owl…because magic folk use owls to communicate). This letter was from a wizarding school called Hogwarts. It said that she had showed exceptional skills in magic and was expected to show many more so they offered her a fully paid continued education at Hogwarts. It included plane tickets and a train ticket for Grand Central Station in London. The family moved again and Ashlyn and Spencer are going to Hogwarts to finish their magical education. By now Ashlyn is thirteen and Spencer is sixteen. Gavin is nineteen and working for the daily prophet. And this is where you find the family now.

"Come on Ashlyn you do have to get up you know. You have to catch a train!" Gavin was nearly screaming by now.

At that moment the Ashlyn's other brother and always-keen Spencer bounded into the room hollering at the top of his lungs, "GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL! ISN"T IT GOING TO BE GREAT Ash?!"

"My god. It's a mad house around here," Ashlyn mumbled to herself as she rolled out of bed and stumbled to the washroom for her shower having determined that she was going to get no more sleep that morning.

It was an hour later when they finally left the house for the train station. Ashlyn took her letter with her because it said how to get onto the platform seeing as it was a magical platform (Run straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10… are they crazy?).

Ashlyn was the first one to get there and by far the bravest so she decided to go first. She took a deep breath and started to jog towards the wall. She closed her eyes waiting for the impact of the wall to come and kill her but it never did. Suddenly she heard a train whistle and opened her eyes. There in front of her was a huge train with the Hogwarts Crest on it (a shield split in four with a badger in one corner, a lion in another, a raven in another one and a snake in the last corner. All around her students were giving their luggage to one of the men who were making it disappear (to the school she guessed). It was only then that she realised that her family had come through as well and Spencer was giving his luggage to the man and calling her over to do the same. She walked over and handed the man her luggage and thanked him then turned with her brother and went to say good-bye to the others.

When all of their goodbyes were done she and Spencer boarded the train and Spencer went off to find people his own age. Finding herself alone she went to find herself an empty compartment. She was lucky because they came early (due to her brothers' insane screaming that morning) so there were a lot of empty ones to sit in.

She chose one and sat down and stared out the window, wondering what the school would be like. A few minutes after she sat down she heard the door open again and looked up. She saw three students her age standing there. A girl and two boys.

"Hi do you mind if we sit here? Everywhere else is full." Asked one of the boys.

He seems nice. Ashlyn thought to herself. He had raven hair that stuck out in all directions, emerald green eyes, and round glasses that seemed to complete his face. The other boy had bright red hair and blue eyes and lots of freckles. Ashlyn then looked at the girl. She had brown curly hair and eyes the color of mud. She also had freckles. She seemed like the type of person that was really pretty but didn't play it up by wearing makeup or styling their hair. Because of that she would have been labelled plain and ugly. She was also a person Ashlyn could tells she would like immediately.

Noticing that they were looking at her funny for not answering them she shook her head no so they came in and sat down. Immediately the two boys started talking animatedly about Quidditch where as the girl just watched Ashlyn to see what she would do. Just as Ashlyn was beginning to get uncomfortable the girl got up and walked over to Ashlyn and sat down beside her.

"Hi I'm Hermione Granger. I haven't seen you here before. Are you new?" she asked Ashlyn.

"Yes, I am. My name's Ashlyn Jamieson. Its nice to meet you." Ashlyn replied.

"You don't look like you're a first year and you definitely are not British so you're a transfer?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah I came from the United States." Ashlyn told her.

"Wow Cool! How old are you? You look like you'd be in my year. I'm thirteen." Questioned Hermione.

"I'm thirteen too. Who are those boys?"

"Oh that's Harry and Ron. Harry is the one with the glasses and Ron has the red hair and annoying temper. I'm actually surprised that you don't know he they are. But seeing as you're from America I guess it makes sense." Hermione laughed.

"Why should I know who they are?"Ashlyn wondered.

"Well, Harry is famous but he doesn't want to be so I'd advise you to not treat him like he's famous. Just treat him like you treat me. Normally." Hermione answered.

"Oh okay." Ashlyn answered still a little confused as to why Harry was famous though she kept the question to herself.

Here Hermione turned to the boys and unsuccessfully tried to get their attention. After a few minutes of this she resorted to taking off her shoe and throwing it at them. At this Ashlyn started laughing hysterically. They all stopped and stared at her.

"Sorry its just you remind me of me and my brothers so much." At this Spencer opened the door to the compartment and smiled at her.

"Speak of the devil." Ashlyn said sarcastically as he walked over. "What's up Spence? No one let you in his or her compartment? I mean you are pretty anti-social." She asked innocently. The response she got was a growl from him and then a laugh. He walked over and ruffled her hair. At this she just pouted and fixed her hair.

" So who are your friends?" he asked her

"This is Hermione, Harry and Ron." She told him.

Harry and Ron just looked at each other wondering how she knew their names.

" Cool. Its good to see you talking to people already. I mean, back at Forte you refused to talk to people for a week or two when you started out." He said to a now blushing Ashlyn. From that point on she believed he said that just to embarrass her.

" Forte? You mean Flamma Forte in California?" Hermione asked wide-eyed.

"Yeah. Why?" Spencer answered

"Its just I heard that it's a very advanced school. Like here you know enough to graduate this year, which I'm guessing you aren't. They teach more advanced stuff there than we do here." Then she added turning to Ashlyn, "you know enough to beat even Harry in a duel."

Harry, Ron and Hermione all stared at Ashlyn and Spencer in awe.

"Umm… Yeah I think I'm going to leave now." Spencer said to them while backing slowly to the door. He smiled apologetically to Ashlyn as he slipped out and ran back to his own compartment. All he got in return was a glare and a look of hurt at being abandoned like that from Ashlyn.

"Umm what are you all staring at me for?" she asked beginning to get a little scared.

"You could beat Harry at a duel. No has ever beat Harry at a duel. Not even –oof" Ron said only to be cut short by an elbow in the stomach from Hermione.

"Not even who?" Ashlyn wondered thinking this may be why Harry was famous.

"Never mind it doesn't matter." Harry told her quickly, happy because for once he wouldn't be famous.

"Oh okay. So we haven't been introduced properly yet." She told the boys realizing that Harry was happy she didn't know why he was famous and didn't want to discuss it. " I'm Ashlyn Jamieson. I'm a transfer from America."

"Yeah we got the America part from your brother." Ron snorted, getting himself an angry glare from Hermione and a blank mask of a face from Ashlyn.

"Well I'm going to go find some of other people. You guys want to come?" Hermione asked the others. The boys agreed by Ashlyn decided to stay seeing as the trio probably wanted to find some of their other friends and she didn't want to be a nuisance.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked her worriedly. Ashlyn could tells that her mind was reeling with worry over what Spencer had said about Ashlyn and friends.

"Yep. You go ahead and find your friends. I'll be fine here. I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna die of loneliness while you're gone." Ashlyn told them.

" I wouldn't be so sure of that. We are very missable people." Harry said cheekily as they walked out of the compartment.

Ashlyn did the only thing she could think of and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Real mature Ashlyn. Real mature." She heard as they walked down the hallway.

With that the trio went walking farther down the hall talking and laughing loudly as they went until Ashlyn could no longer hear them. Ashlyn sighed and began staring out the window again. They are a group of people that totally annoy you and make you laugh when they're there but you miss them when they're gone. She thought to herself as she sighed again. She turned as she heard another voice just outside the door.

"No Goyle. I'm not going to ask you to do that I'm going to order you to do it! And if you don't I swear I'll scream in your ear!" said a boy loudly. She heard the boy mutter angrily to himself then he slid open the compartment door looking for somewhere to sit. As he came in he didn't notice her. She took this opportunity to have some fun.

"You know you should knock before you come in and why were you going to scream in Goyle's ear? I hope it wasn't something mean but then again I'd expect no less from someone as ugly as you. " She taunted. She was surprised at how much pleasure she got from teasing this boy and seeing him jump when she spoke.

"I'll have you know that I am the most handsome of all the male population in the school. I'm also the smartest." He answered and she could tell that he was trying to make her mad but she would not give him the satisfaction. Thirteen years of practise had perfected her control of her emotions and which of them she showed. She was also happy to see that he became even angrier to see her emotionless face.

"Well then the rest of the male population must look like trolls and have the brains of one too to be worse than you." She replied calmly.

"Well I think they are but you're probably going to fall for that insufferable little Harry Potter. Him, the weasel and the mudblood are the worst in the school. Don't get close to them I warn you. They are the worst there is." He said hatefully.

"Who?" she questioned, giving in to her curiosity but keeping her face emotionless.

"You'll recognise them by potter's scar and glasses, Weasleys red hair and Grangers ugliness." He told her.

"Well I must say you seem to hate Harry, Ron and 'mione a lot. But they're not all that bad you know." She told him, abandoning her mask.

"You've met them?" he asked honestly surprised.

"Of course. They were here before. They had just left when you came in." she answered.

"Well I came at the right time then. Anyway I'm Draco Malfoy. And you are?" he asked her

"Ashlyn Jamieson. I'm a transfer from California." She told him.

"What house do you want to be in?" he questioned.

"I don't know. I'm not really sure which are for who." She replied.

"Well I'll tell you this. You want to be in Slytherin. It's the best of the houses despite what people say." Draco told her.

"Why? What do people say?" she asked.

"They say that everyone in Slytherin becomes evil but they're only jealous. Their houses are more hostile and dangerous than ours. I mean watch as I run into the golden trio. They'll want to attack me as soon as I say anything. Watch." He said pointing to trio coming down the hall as he walked out. When he reached them she saw that Harry Ron and Hermione already started frowning before he even said anything. Then Draco said something to them, which she couldn't hear, darn! They're just out of hearing range. She thought to herself as she watched the two boys immediately lunge to attack Draco while Hermione was putting all her weight into holding them back. Hermione's not that bad. She thought. She's trying to stop them but Harry and Ron are as bad as Draco said they were. She went back into the compartment just in time to see Draco look at her meaningfully then slip away from the vicious boys.

Ashlyn ducked back into the compartment in confusion.

Why did they attack Malfoy like that? They seemed so nice before.

They just wanted you to join their house. Don't trust them

But they wouldn't attack someone like that. Would they?

Don't trust them.

Well what am I supposed to do?

Join Slytherin

Do I really want to?

"Hey Ashlyn. Did you get too lonely without us?" Harry asked cheekily as they slipped into the compartment, with Ron still fuming. Harry then stopped seeing her unhappy face.

"What's wrong?" Hermione questioned.

"Why did you have to attack him? And in the hallway no less." She asked them.

"Because he's a Slytherin and all Slytherin's are evil." Ron answered her as if she should know that already. Hermione shot him a look that said 'I will kill you for that. Don't go giving her the wrong idea of us' with this look Ashlyn made her decision.

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