Hey everyone who gave this probably crappy story a chance. Stop I wanted to be full of confidence. Again. Hey everyone who gave this super good and creative story a chance,

Just some basic information for a better understanding. This story takes place in the same World of Harry Potter you all know during fith year. But everything takes place a little more in the future. Therefore in the twenty first century. I read a slightly similar FF, which gave me the inspiration. My storyline ist despite from one small fact, which is not really lets say creative, completly different, but I just wanted to be overall concret and state it :D

Soo have fun...

Prologue

"Mum!", I whine louder than before as she still focuses on peeling the potato she has in her hand. I slightly pull at the hem of her shirt. With my four years I have the perfect height to annoy her like this without even having to stretch and I know that perfectly well. She signs loudly and puts the now peeled potato back in the pot on the stove. Finally she says: "What do you want Sophie?" She speaks my warm but sometimes really hard sounding mother tongue. German. "Mia told me something strange. She said it doesn't add up." My mum signs again deeply. Now she really gives up on her cooking and turns her full attention to me. "What doesn't add up?"

"Dads dead", I say without any consideration what this question might bring upon me. Come on I am four I don't have any idea what it could mean, that my father died two month before Mum got pregnant with me. I am even proud of myself that I remember my question all the way down from Mia's and my room, but I do spot the sudden fear in her eyes and that her normally naturally tanned face becomes a little white. Of course I ask myself why, but there is a lot of this adult stuff that I don't understand just yet. So I just let my thoughts slide. My mum takes my hand and leads me to the small table in the kitchen behind the fridge. "Mia!", she calls out of the door and then sits down to pull me on her lap. Normally she never does that anymore. "Whats wrong?", I ask in my I-am -such-a-innocent-little-child-voice. "Just a sec!", I hear Mia from upstairs. I know that she will probably be annoyed if she comes downstairs and dinner is not ready. At the same time my mum whispers in my ear: "I thought I had at least two years left until this moment" Of course I don't understand what she means but her breath tickles my ear so I giggle. Why is everybody acting so weird. First it's Mia, who I annoyed by coming in while she did her homework. She talked about what she learned in biology today about pregnancy, that she calculated out of fun if she was too early or something and then she used my date oh birth. She said it's wrong. It's not possible for me to exist. Mum tightens her arms and doesn't even let go when Mia gallops down the stairs. She is four years older than me and tall. As long as I can think I wanted to have her wild brown locks. She shoots us a strange look and rolls her eyes. I was right. "Is it about what I said? Maybe I miscalculated...", Mia shrugs.

"No honey. You are right. Come here", after saying that in a teary voice Mum grasps Mia and hugs us hard for a very long time. "Muum", I shout and Mia also struggles against her grip. "What's wrong?", Mia asks the same questions I did. Now I am sure that Mum is really crying. She sobs and into my hair. "I...I am just so afraid that something will change. You... You are both right. It doesn't add up because... cause Dad isn't your father Sophie."

And this was the only moment in my all so happy childhood I wanted to just erase. I don't exactly know how many times I wished I would have never asked that stupid question or my Mum would have lied to me or I don't know what. Well after years of questioning myself why my real father never wanted to get know his own daughter I came to the conclusion that I simply had no father. My Father died before I was born. He was a Muggle and died from cancer like a normal human. He didn't want my Mum to help him so he never told her. A sad but lame story. I know my creativity sucks. He could have just been eaten by a monster or whatever. But that would have been way too cool for my oh so shitty life.

Chapter 1

I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate everyone. I just hate everything. Luckily the people around me are a smart bunch of freaks. They see the murderous look on my face and decide not to talk to me. Okay you got me. There are not really people around me. The only one who passed me was a small black haired boy, but he just looked at me once and almost ran away. So I hope that this look will also work with the rest of those freaks I will be forced to meet soon enough. I am standing at a spot I never ever wanted to see up close in the great entrance hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in front of me a big staircase made of stone with a ridiculous, ornamental lion on top of it. At its feet a mountain a of trunks and other luggage piles up.

Everyone arrived earlier than me. Yes I wasn't forced to travel with this stupid train. Instead I got the special permission to apparate together with my guardian from the German branch of the Ministry of Magic. Therefore the sorting ceremony or whatever they call it has already started. At least the loud cheers and claps coming from a door to my right indicate that. My guardian, who coincidentally is not just some guy the Ministry's department for childcare assigned to me, but the husband of my aunt, stands behind me. He is called Mr. Schwarz and gives me a gentle push to get me to start moving. No I didn't I freeze directly in the doorway. "Können wir uns nicht doch einfach wieder verpissen bevor sie uns bemerken? (Can't we just piss off before they see us?", I ask in my mother tongue so nobody would be able to understand what I say. Mr. Schwarz is a nice guy. I guess my mum never really introduced me to anyone from her family before the incident, because well let's say they disliked that their daughter/sister was a witch. At least my grandparents really hated the idea. Probably the reason grandmother got a heart attack when not only mum disappointed them but Aunt Isabell married a Wizard. After living with them for half a year I should know them better, but I am not sure if I really do. Maybe they just looked after me because they had no choice?

But I know that he (I still call him Mr. Schwarz don't ask me why) cared for me after I got out of the hospital while they searched for any living relations that were closer to me than Isabell. They put up with me. A teenager who just lost her whole family in a car accident while she miraculously survived. A girl who didn't say a word for a whole month after her screaming was ignored and her story was pushed aside as hallucination. Who had three broken ribs and refused to let anyone heal her. I bite my lips. Don't! I forbid myself to think about it again. But it's very hard when it's the very reason for me to be here in this hell hole for a school. "No we cannot. Just go in. I need to have a word with..." "I get it!", I stop him before he says his name. If that name would be said I would puke. Either that or I would start my new school year with a tantrum. Now that I think about it, that would be a great a idea. At least then nobody would annoy me by trying to befriend me. But for once I pretend to be a nice girl.

So I drag my heavy suitcase across the hallway and leave this stupid heavy bag of garbage with the other luggage. Mr Schwarz gives me a thumps up and a bright smile which I just ignore before he escapes up the stairs with an awkward wave. Now that he is gone I could just disappear. Longingly I look at the closed entrance door. The entrance hall is still empty. Nobody wants to miss the sorting hat, but a girl which hops down the stairs behind me stops my genius escape plan before I can even start walking. "Come on! You don't want do miss the food do you?"She is small blonde and so annoyingly nice that she even grabs my wrist to pull me after her. I mean hello? Never heard of that thing called personal space? Of course I immediately free myself but troll after her nonetheless. Judging by her school uniform she must be a Hufflepuff or was it Rawenclaw? Ups. I should have learned the house colors. Well shit.

When she opens the door everyone immediately turns silent to stare at me while this stupid little rabbit hops to her seat. The great hall is as great as its name alludes to. The four house tables are enormous. The enchanted ceiling looks well very enchanted with the moon and the stars and the few small clouds. Of course also the flying candles and the high walls create a totally magical feeling but to me it wouldn't matter if we were supposed to eat in a cupboard or in a dungeon. I promised myself I would hate everything and a few playschool spells aren't going to rise my enthusiasm for this place. With a sign I close the door behind me. Why in hell has the stupid sorting ceremony to be over by now? Well it is not that I didn't know that this moment would come. Thank god that I decided to wear my best ripped black jeans and my best black, washed out converse with ahole, that used to be my sisters,that morning. Oh and not to forget my best also black jumper with the slogan: "Sorry for fucking all your friends" at the front. Its a quote from one of my favorite songs so I hope will excuse the bad language. Yes through all this time sarcasm was and still is my best friend.

Maybe it would have been better for the people around me if I kept silent because the only things that left my mouth for month are curse words or irony.

Of course its obvious that everyone is already wearing their school uniforms. I mean come on you British lame asses that you are all snobs is supposed to be a prejudice, why prove the truth of that to me in the first few seconds? Not that I care what they think of me. No really its nice to know that my unusual entrance and everything about me will be the hot topic for next week. Everyone starts whispering as I break the silence by making my way to my table. I do already know to which house I will belong. A long nosed woman with a strict face called Professor McGonagall came to visit me three weeks ago. Another thing I absolutely don't care about. I think this whole house system is totally stupid. I mean okay it is supposed to encourage the student to work harder for their houses bla bla, but isn't it obvious that a system like that will create rivalry to death and bullying? Well that is so British. I aim for the table on the right. The Griffindor table. It is the only house I know a few things about. Yes the news about the Triwizard Tournament also reached my hometown in the west of Germany. Griffindor is the house of this famous boy who lived and also the house of the poor fellow who died just three months ago. This Harry Potter guy owes me a lot now. At least he won't be the only one the whole school talks about now. I slide into a seat at the far end of the table. The only free one I was able to make out. Next to me a bunch of overall excited first years. Great. They all look up to me as I am some kind of monster just waiting to eat them. Really thanks.

I can understand that I may look a little ehm... black, but a monster? Come on. I am just a teenager, who was in the worst mood you can imagine for the last six months. The row of older looking faces in front of me also stare at me like they have never seen a human girl before. I think I should have listened to Isabell and should have taken out my septum. Yes I had my rebellious phase just three month ago and yes I also have a tattoo. First I was in denial (No my family isn't dead. Its all prank). Then I mourned, which consisted of crying alone in my room not speaking to anyone while trying to remember all the times I spent together with mum and Mia and missing them like crazy. I also had this phase of murderous anger against everything and everyone. Welcome rebellious me. Out of anger and supressed hurt I decided I had no one to make rules anymore so why not get a piercing and a tattoo to look more badass. Or maybe I just wanted to feel some real pain next to my emptiness.

Before one of my future class mates faces a stroke caused by my badassness the headmaster, who is positioned in the middle of the teacher table at head of the hall, stands up and begins his welcoming speech. Everyone becomes silent and looks up to the man with the enormous white beard. I think he is called something with D... Dumbleforth or something likewise.

I was supposed to learn all the teachers names, but you know that is the problem with this little word supposed. Its like a rule. One that I didn't follow like most of the other rules. Only two of the names stuck with me. Professor McGonagall the cat-lady, who annoyed me in my last weeks of the holidays and the one name which I can not say without puking. Guess who I am talking about. Carefully to not get caught I scan the teacher's table. It is not very surprising that he isn't here. He must still be talking to my uncle. For the rest of Dumbledores speech, luckily he introduced himself to the first Years, I stare at my reflection in the empty golden plates in front me, which are the only things on the table.

The whole time nobody says a word to me, even if everyone is bursting from curiosity about my identity. The headmaster just said one sentence about me: "Also welcome the new transfer student Sophie Braun." Like every other dumb British he says it wrong and I need to control myself not to correct him. Things like the pronounciation of my first name got a whole new importance over the last seven months. It's suddenly very significant for me that people say it like my mum used to say it. Not in this British way with a long o. I want to feel that a part of her is still with me. Ahh not again. I try so hard not to be reminded of what I lost but it isn't that easy. Especially in this strange surrounding. I know that people always say its good to change your environment if you endure a loss like I did. It helps, but I will tell you a secret. In my case it doesn't. In Germany I got used to my life at least and I was finally able to act almost normally for the last months, because I felt something like normality when I was around Isabell, Mr. Schwarz and Brian, my little cousin. But here I search for familiar things to get me through all this shit and I find nothing.

Everyone suddenly starts singing. Wait what did I miss? I was so lost in my thoughts that I stopped listening and then everyone starts singing like this is a fucking musical. Did I sign up for High School Musical or what? Seriously why is everyone so happy. They are back to school for goodness sake. And this text. And learn until our brains all rot. Maybe I see everything a little biased.

After proving that they can't hit a note for money that the hall bursts into conversation. A mass of food piles high on the golden plates I was so fascinated with earlier. "So you are new right?", a red haired girl in front of me instantly starts a conversation. Annoyed I look up. The girl seems to be little younger than my sixteen years. She sits next to a girl my age with wild brown locks. On her other side two red haired twins stuff their mouths. What's with all the gingers here?

"What? Now you hurt me. We were in the same house for five years now and you still don't recognize me?", I answer sarcastically. She looks startled at her friends. Her green eyes wide opened. She is just so lame. I mean come on what a dump question to start a conversation? The twins begin to smirk at me.

"That was a joke, Ginny. And a good one Ms Unknown! By the way I am Fred", one of them says, still laughing. I bet she is their little sister. They look slightly similar and this would be exactly the way Mia would have teased me in a situation like that. "Really?", Ms. I am a girl I have to act sweet and stupid or simply Ginny looks at me full doubt.

"Correct Sherlock", my voice hopefully sounds ironic enough to prevent anymore people to be nice. While the older ones especially the ones who look like they could be also fifth years exchange looks, I help myself to roasted potatoes. The only thing I can reach and like by the look of it. I see pork, ham and steak and this typical english breakfast beans. Yuck. Nothing for my picky taste. I only like chicken and sausages but I hate every other meat and I don't feel about asking anyone of these weirdos to pass me stuff. And yes I know I am weird but let me be. As I chew my second potato, which are actually the only nice thing came across today, the other twin says: "So Dumbledore said your are transfer student. What did you do that they expelled you from your old school and who did you bribe to get accepted here? We want the whole dirty story."

I raise an eyebrow and seriously consider not answering, but a mean reply slips out: "I set a first year on fire" My tone doesn't change one bit like I really don't care. Just to your information I made this story up. I am if you believe me or not secretly a pacifist and at home people actually consider me funny sometimes, but I guess the British don't get dark humor.

"Why did you do that?", the brown haired one almost screams. Respect, her voice resonates over two octaves in this one sentence. I shrug. "He bumped into me."

Fred and his twin burst into laughter, which I really didn't intend to. I more likely did hope to scare them away. Browny almost gets a heart attack: "That's not funny! What if this poor boy had died or was severely injured?!"

"My god, you give me a headache. Ever heard of a thing called sarcasm?" I stand up and pop the last potato from my plate into my mouth. Browny closes her mouth and finally shuts up. Thank god. "Can someone please tell me the password. I am tired." As always they turn silent first. "It's pig snout", a boy with glasses and dark hair sitting next to Browny finally answers. "Thanks", I say rolling my eyes at all the others who still stare at me openmouthed. This is going to be so much more annoying than I thought. I leave the great hall as the first one and of course I feel thousands of burning stares in my back. Why do they even make such a fuss? Am I the first transfer student they have ever seen or what? I guess I really am and I obviously have no idea where our dorms are.

Sooo...What are you thinking? I would love to hear your opinion, like any other author :D

Also i want to thank my glorious sister( You know she is one of these nerds who has an A in like any subject you can imagine) that she put up with this story and corrected it for me. You know English is not my mothertongue so please excuse any mistakes and feel free to point them out to me...

Well thats it... I have no more öhm boring shit to get through to you...

I hope we will see you some time this year for the next update ( :DDD) just a joke. Don't worry...