*AN: Hi everyone! Welcome to my first Harry Potter story! Now, I may not be as good as J. K. Rowling, but I try! And I think this story's going to have a few interesting twists to it! It starts off a bit slow, but don't worry, it gets better! I will update as often as I can, for I am now working on 2 stories, A Touch of Two Worlds, and now this one! Hope you enjoy! Please, please, please, please R&R! ^.^*

Chapter 1 (sorry, no name yet)

The house was broken down, tattered and uncared for. It looked as if it had been abandoned or whoever was living in it didn't care at all. But the people on Summet Drive knew better. They knew the people that lived in that house and they were looked down upon. Mr. and Mrs. Nightstar were raving drunks that frequently partied and held raves. One night the two would be all over each other and the next the whole street could hear them screaming. Their daughter, about the age of 16 and who was frightfully attired, was seen frequently coming out of the dark woods behind the house. Other than that she rarely showed her face.

The grass hadn't been cut in ages and the garden was nothing but weeds. The inside of the house was probably no better. The house was silent now, no screaming or the raving of drunken lunatics were heard. A thin whisp of smoke curled out of one of the upstairs windows, just barely noticeable. Darkness spread across the sky and the full moon appeared behind the clouds.

Jewel sat on the floor of her room in the center of a circle of candles. Her eyes were closed in concentration as she prepared herbs inside a small bowl. She didn't know how many times she had performed this spell, wishing and desperately praying for someone to take her away from this place. She had been interested in wicca for quite a few years now and knew how to do quite a few things. The problem was, most of the time it didn't work and she didn't have a whole lot of materials to work with. She opened her eyes long enough to stir the contents of the bowl before striking a match and setting fire to it. Smoke curled from the bowl up to ceiling. Jewel closed her eyes again concentrating hard and murmuring under her breath. *Please let this one work!* she prayed in her mind.

"Please..take me away." she whispered. "Take me away.... get me out of here..." Her parents were a couple of very bad alcoholics. They didn't care about anything anymore. Not even her. Not that they ever did. They had nightly raves and spent almost all of their money on alcohol. Things lay strewn everywhere throughout the house that never seemed to get picked up. Jewel did what she could to try and keep it clean and make sure there was food and that she was there in the morning for her parents when they were vomiting their guts up. They would scream and swear at her and almost as frequently as they drank they fought with each other. Jewel knew that the whole town could probably hear them. She had actually tried silencing them with a spell once and it had worked, but only for a short time. Then they were back to being able to scream and holler and each other again.

"Please.... take me away... let me go." she continued to whisper with a little more emotion. She jumped slightely as she heard her parents stir downstairs. Almost immediately she could hear that rotten words had been exchanged.

"Please, please...." she begged. Their voiced began to rise as they insulted and cussed at each other. Jewel's brow crinkled and she grew more desperate.

"Please...please take me away!" The voiced finally rose to screams. Jewel felt tears in her eyes, she couldn't take this anymore! Her eyes flew open and suddenly the smoke from the bowl was coming up in stacks instead of just a wisp.

"PLEASE!" she cried "LET ME GO!!!" Suddenly, emerald flames shot out of the bowl and the smoke colored itself the same green. Sparks flew and the smoke roared up to the ceiling. Jewel was blown back and the candles around her extinguished. Outside the clouds cleared directly above the house, revealing the twinkling diamond stars and the silhouette of and owl was seen flying across the moon.

Hundreds of miles away, Albus Dumbledoor flew upright in bed....