CHAPTER 1

You know, I had a teacher that used to say how much we need change every once in a while, and man did I think she was right. Then again, she never had to transfer from Los Angeles into the most CHAOTIC of magical schools…the one, the only, the infamous HOGWARTS!

Here´s where we get an awesome shot of the castle with the "Double Trouble" theme in the background.

Anywaaaay, I haven´t introduced myself. My name is April Whiteblood. Pleasure. We´ve got time to catch up, so let me put you up to date with my mess of a life so far. Deal? We´ll go a little back in time so you can understand my little transferring issue. If that's what you can call it.

My mum, Elizabeth Carnell, is an English witch, who originally married an American wizard, Edward White Blood. My mum worked for the ministry and met him in one of her work trips to America where they got married and later moved together to Los Angeles. They had two awesome children together: my older brother William and yours truly. To anyone´s eyes we were quite the perfect family. Small, close, we lived in a good neighbourhood, my parents had well paid MACUSA jobs, it was a good life.

That is until dad couldn´t keep it in his pants.

Mum said he was once respectable man, not only concerning his job but also his love for his family. I was probably around 3 years old when she was proven wrong. After a perfectly good evening with Nana Francine, Will and I were waiting for our parents to come home. When they finally did it was terrible, they were yelling at each other, my mum cried as my dad burst through the doors and into the kitchen, it wasn´t until mum pulled out her wand that Nana had to take us to my room. All I remember is her locking the door, casting a silencing spell on the walls, and tucking us in bed. She told us everything was fine, but I knew it wasn´t. And I was right.

The next morning we found my mum crying again in her bed with Nana. My dad's dresser was empty and his things were gone. My dad had left home. When we were old enough my mum told us the truth: he had been cheating on her with his assistant. Apparently, Nana didn´t cast a silencing spell that night…it was a shield. My dad had tried to take us with him. My mum couldn´t face the people at work after that, she said she was too hurt to see their faces ever again, so we moved back to her parent´s house in London, taking Nana with her.

Two years after that, she met a muggle called Mark Harries. He owned a couple of the most exclusive Restaurants in London, making him pretty much rich. They fell in love and got married. After that we found out my dad was married to the same woman he cheated on mum with. I know, low blow, but we didn´t care much to be honest. Mum and Mark were happy and in love…and the proof of that were my two younger siblings, Lucy and Bruno.

I know what you are thinking…"April we don´t care, just get to the good part!" well people here it comes.

Mark knew about the magical blood in our family, he accepted it, so when Will got his Hogwarts letter when he was old enough it was no surprise. The surprise came when I turned 11 and no letter came. I was no squib for sure, I had already developed my magic, but where was my Hogwarts letter you may be wondering. Well, probably still lost in the mail, cause it never came. Instead, when I turned 12 a member of the Los Angeles Academy of Magical Studies showed up in my doorstep. Apparently, I was chosen by the Academy my dad had attended to during his school years. Meaning, yes. I had to move back to Los Angeles, California. And that was NOT the worst part.

My mum realized it was impossible to keep my dad from seeing me once I start school, and given the fact neither one of us knew a thing of how this Academy´s system worked, we had no other choice than to send me off to live with my dad for a month before school started. Enough time to get me enrolled, buy all my supplies, and keep up with my brand new school. WORST. MONTH. EVER.

Anyway, the worst has already passed; my mum and I both realized that the further away I was from my dad the better. Somehow she finally got permission to transfer me to Hogwarts right on time for my third year. So yeah, I was transferred and it did not went smoothly.

As I sat on the Hogwarts express thinking of my friends back in LA, and how hard the cultural clash was, even though I was raised in London. It hadn´t been 5 minutes since my brother left to catch up with some lady with a trolley when I heard a knock.

"Hey, sorry. Can we sit here? All the other compartments are full"

I looked up to meet a red head with bushy hair, freckled nose, big brown eyes and overall skinny and flat. She was next to a very good looking guy, dark hair, piercing green eyes and the sexiest dimpled smile.

"My name is Rose, and this is my cousin Albus." chatty Ol´ Rose said. (For the record, if Albus ever finds out I said his smile was SEXY I would die.) "you look familiar, have we met before?"

"I'm April White-Blood" I said suddenly amused at the two I had in front, which I had heard of "pleasure to finally meet someone from the famous Potter-Granger-Weasley kids"

"Oh! So you are Will's sister? Wow you guys actually look alike. Don't worry he is with our family. Apparently our brothers are best friends" Albus added, happily sitting next to me.

The friends my brother always talked about were apparently part of their family. After that it didn´t took me long to meet them all. They introduced me to their cousin Dominique, the most gorgeous girl I have ever since then, Rose, Albus, Dominique and I had been friends.

But things got real interesting when I met my brother´s friends. The new `Marauders` (Something to do with Albus´ grandfather and his gang). To be honest I thought the name was pretty catchy. There was Fred Weasley, kinda thick headed, overall man-whore, yet loyal and funny. He was the weirdest looking out of the whole Weasley clan. He had dark skin and dark red hair matching his twin sister Roxanne. Louis Weasley, the smartest, most kind guy I have ever met. He had his mother´s looks apparently, blond and blue eyed.

And last but definitely not less important: James Potter. Yeah, THE James Potter. He was probably the most popular guy in the whole castle, Quidditch Captain. He could get anything he wanted at the time he wanted and in the place he wanted (in case of being certain girl on certain broom cupboard) arrogant, selfish and rude, or at least that's how I see him. Although when I met him, I have to admit, he took my breath away…like a punch straight in the guts. His unruly messy black hair similar to Al's always pointing everywhere, his deep warm chocolate eyes, his body, of course, could easily be compared to an ancient Greek God sculpture. He was the man of my dreams, my everything!

Then again…for some unknown reason, when I met him, his attitude towards me was nothing but mean and disgusting, but something in him made me swoon all the time even as he yelled my name like it was a deathly disease. I could hardly remember my own name when I was near him. And as far as my clichéd life goes…this is the worst part: I have a crush on the biggest prat in history. Just like every other girl in this goddamn place. Nice.

So….OKAY! story time is over. 3 years have passed and we are back to present time. As you can clearly see my life was messy and it hasn´t gotten any better. But this is just the beginning. All I wanted was a normal school year for once, guess it was waaaaay too much to ask.