Heya this is Demonic-Kat here, and this is gonna be my first Harry Potter story. I gotta throw out a thank you to my beta, trust me she knows who she is, and she's pretty awesome if I do say so myself [Which I do.] Also I wanna thank KairiGokuJr, I wouldn't have started this story if I hadn't been inspired by yours, so keep up the good work~! Anyways, on with the story!

So here I am. On a plane, flying to a castle. Oh joy. Wait, I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Clau. I'm slim and tan. My hair is cyan blue and I have chocolate brown eyes. I'm pretty average in height, about 5'6", and I'm fifteen years old. My hair is short and apparently fluffy, except for a long strip that hangs down my back. I always wrap it in black cloth, except for a little tuft at the end. I like it that way.

Oh, looks like the plane is landing now. I can feel the plane touch down gently, and roll to a stop. This must be Hogwarts. My friends and I are the transfer students from the USA. We're here on an exchange program from Merlin Mages Academy in New Jersey.

We all stand and get in a line, waiting for the door to open. Once it does we step off the plane and step down a few stairs before finally reaching the ground. The kids here all dress in cloaks, weird. At Merlin's we can dress however we like. I feel a bit out of place, I'm in torn jeans and a scarlet tee. Probably didn't help that I had some bracelets on both wrists either. Does no one here know about anything besides earrings?

At any rate, it seems like I've broken a record. They don't even know me yet and already I'm getting weird looks. 'Just wait,' I think, 'You haven't seen anything yet.' I glance around for a bit, before finally recognizing the symbols on the cloaks. Those were the houses we had been told about. I was waiting for someone from… What was it again? Oh yeah, Gryffindor. That was what the funky hat on the plane had yelled at me, so apparently that was my new house. I was the only one in this house. The twins went off to some raven place, three went to huffle-something or other, and the rest went to the snake house. I should really start to learn the names of these things.

Finally someone runs up to me. He has black glasses, with tape in the middle, messy black hair, and almond green eyes. Says his name is Harry Potter. That sounds familiar, but I really don't remember. I don't read papers much. Sketching is much more productive in my opinion.

He leads me up to the castle, making polite small talk. This is kind of akward, but we'll get over it. He wanted to know more about to USA, and slowly we grew more comfortable talking to each other. He even asked me why I carried around a skate-board, and laughed when I told him I rode it to class. Guess they don't have stuff like that here. Then, behind him, I see a little kid. She was surrounded by four boys with the green snake symbol, who were clearly picking on her.

So I did the first thing I thought of, and darted over, stepping protectively in front of her. I then procceded to glare at the boys, who were slightly surprised. Guess no one bothered to stand up to them. Wouldn't they be in for a nice surprise?

"What do you think you're doing girl?" Asked one of them scathingly. He had blond hair, gray eyes, and a sneer on his face.

"I could ask you the same thing," I sneered back, "But I won't, I know you're type." I replied, a glare gracing my features. "So back off." I said firmly, making it clear that I had no intention of going anywhere.

"Make me." He taunted.

I was only to happy to oblige. I took a step forward, and before he could react, I sent a punch at his face. I felt something snap beneath my fist, and pulled back. My knuckles would be bruised for sure, but it was worth it. I broke his nose. Prick deserved it too.

I could see the blood seeping out from beneath his hands that were clasped protectively in front of his nose. His friends led him away, but a one of them shot the last word back at me, informing me that I would 'regret this'. 'Wanna bet?' I thought triumphantly, before feeling someone's arms wrap around me from behind. I stiffened at the unwelcome contact, before the girl let go and ran off to tell her friends what had occurred.

Then, I hear a voice behind me, and turn around. "I can't believe you punched Malfoy on your first day!" Said Harry, clearly please. I could really get along with this guy. Gryffindor was starting to feel like home already.

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I kicked off gently, my board gliding smoothly against the even floors. Last night had been fun, and my new house had given me a warm welcome. They actually threw a party for me! Not to mention I got a lot of praise for punching that Malfoy guy. Apparently he has a lot of enemy's in the school. Since I had punched him, I had gained something of a celebrity status overnight. I don't see why it's such a big deal. I mean, why hasn't anyone punched him sooner?

Here it is. I picked up my board and strolled into the classroom, my long strand of hair bumping against my back. Today I'm wearing black skinny jeans and a black shirt with a picture of an anime girl on it. I love anime and manga. I even draw it, which is why when I sat down, I pulled out a sketch book. I draw with precision and care, so I take my time. I just finished drawing the rough outline of a manga character's head, before I felt something. You know that weird feeling you get when someone's staring at you? Yeah, I got that feeling. I turn around slowly, only to see that kid from yesterday sitting a few seats away, staring at me. I was about to ask him what his problem was, when Harry plopped down next to me, and started to talk to me about this class, telling me a bit about Professor Lupin, the teacher here. I quickly lost my train of thought, forgetting about the boy who was still staring curiously at my back…