Discalmer: I do not own Harry Potter, the great works of a Mrs. J. K. Rowling, so I will mold them, the characters, to my liking! I do own this story line/plot so NO STEALING! Have a nice read. XD

Hello this is my story. It's not like most of the Harry Potter stories you hear because I'm a muggle. I have no magical powers what so ever. So don't go thinking this is going to turn out that it's some twisted Harry Potter story that in the end I'll be all magical because of some family gene that makes it so I-don't-get-magic-till-I'm-older-crap. BUT I do become magical, but its harder than it looks to even try and perform magic while you have NO MAGICAL POWERS WHAT-SO-EVER!

Ok sorry for my out burst but it is HARD! But, well, ok, moving on to my story...

"Congratulation, Mrs. Myers! You have just given birth to a beautiful baby girl!" Those were the words the healer said to my mother when I was born. My parents were so proud to have me. Oh, how they would be surprised to hear I had NO MAGICAL POWERS (Sorry it's a touchy subject to talk about my non-magical powers).

"Mark; come look at your girl, Cassandra Elinor Myers." My mother said softly to my father. They were so happy.

"Cassandra Elinor Myers. That's your new name sweet heart." My father said as he held me close to him. I really did love when people said my full name that is before...

My mother started to have problems form my birth, her eyes dilated and she became very pale. Her breathing slowed and her pulse weakened. She was falling and fast.

"We need more healers, we need more healers." The healer said as my mother was dying. I was taken away from my father and brought into a room so the healers could check if whether or not I was in any danger. After about 2 hours of trying to fight what ever my mother was dying from she died, my father holding her and crying over her lifeless body.

11-years-later

My father, Mark, and me lived in a small town near London, England. We were fairly rich form my father being a very important man and all, working in a large firm, making sure things were perfect. I didn't mind much that he was barely around or that his weekends were filled with work instead of playing with his only daughter. He was a great guy and I knew hewas busy.

I was home alone almost all the time and I had to clean and cook and do all house things, starting at a ripe age of 5. I didn't mind it, I had lived that way my hole life, but I had bigger dreams, I wanted to explore the world or find love and live happily ever after like in the fairly tales my father used to read to my before his big CEO job.

My father masked work for the lonely-ness and the woe of my mother dying. I know he blamed me for her loss and I made my self-think I was to blame some time. It was sad but it was life.

That all changed when my father told me a big thing about my mother. Mind you, my father NEVER talked about my mother, he never even told me her name, but it was about my future that he wasn't even sure of.

I think it scared him, not knowing of what I could become (A witch or a muggle). But my birthday was quickly approaching my 11th year of life and he had to tell me what I could be.

"Daughter," He said a night before my 11th birthday. (The night before the night of my 11th birthday)."Daughter." He repeated. He would never really call me by my name; it was either Miss Myers, or Daughter. I think he was scared to call me by my name because of my mother.

"Yes, sir." I said as I entered his study. He looked very afraid of what he had to say.

"Sit down, please." He said in a calm voice. "I have been meaning to tell you about your mother for some time now, and I find that this is going to be the best time as ever to do it." He said in his very British accent. I on the other had loved American culture so I picked up the New York accent form watching American TV shows.

"Ok." I said.

"Your mother was...Well she was a witch." He looked me in the eyes and tried to see what I responded to this news. I had a mixture of confusion and excitement and wonder, but my eyes showed non-of those, they showed...understanding and interest.

"A witch, as in ones that fly on brooms and do spells, witch?" I asked after I had found my voice.

"Yes." He said.

The shock had not set in yet so I really didn't know what this information heldfor me.

He continued to say that on my 11th birthday we would see whether or not I would become a witch or a muggle.

'Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.' The large grand father clock in the living room said as it struck 12 am. I was restless that night, the night I had heard the news of my mother and my future, so I snuck out for a walk out side.

As I opened the door a waft of warm dry summer air hit my body like a wave of invisible dry water. I shut the door quietly and walked off the front porch. The moonlight glistened on the small pond that rested in front of our house. It made the reflection of the moon's eerie glow.

I walked past it and through the large gate that sealed off our estate. I just needed some time to think about all that had entered my mind. I walked pasted all the houses that looked like the same houses on every block in the area.

I walked down one ally way that was in back of the Dursley family. I had gone there offend to talk tothe boy that did not fit in at school or at his own home. He was an interesting boy to talk to. He was not like any that I had known before.

"Harry, I wish I could talk to you." I whispered. I knew he would not come outor answer my wishes but I was 10, I had knowledge of me may being a witch and I could only wish.

Seeing as he was not going to come out I headed back to my house. The wind had picked up and it had been an hour and all I did was sitting in one of the bushes near Harry's lawn and looked up at the moon.

As I got up to leave I saw a shooting star zoom past. I made a wish that night, I'm not too clear on what I wished but I know it was about being a witch.

Ok, that's the first chapter. It's sort of a prologue but not really. Hope you like, respondor message or anything else,if you like.