Kate glared at her suitcase angrily. Why were her parents making her move? She un-pinned several Harry Potter posters, and sighed. Kate had read all the Harry Potter books and seen all the movies. She sported a major crush on both Harry and Ron (a.k.a. Daniel and Rupert). If there was one good thing about this move, it was moving to London.Kate had always wanted to visit England. The simple idea of being that close to the non-existent realm of Harry Potter made her happy. She double-checked her room with another sigh and lugged her, well, luggage, down the stairs. Her parents were waiting patiently for her to finish moving out of her room so that they could head to the airport.

Kate's parents were moving to London for some special business thing, and they were bringing Kate along. At least, that's what Kate believed.

Kataline Jenica McGregor (a.n. pronounced kat-uh-LEEN : JEH-nih-cuh : mic-GREG-or)was definitely not perfect. Her hair was nice enough; she certainly had plenty of it, it was wavy and brown. Pretty shiny, actually. She had dark brown eyes that were mistaken for black upon occasion. Full lips, ok nose, pointed chin, and normal ears. 5'10" (which she thought was unreasonably tall), ok body, big feet. She always critiqued herself for some reason.

They put all their stuff into the trunk and began driving to the airport. They munched on Burger King before heading to the terminal. Once there, they waited (and waited, and waited) until they boarded the plane for the long, long flight to England. It was rather uneventful, but Kate was able to finish her book. It was about this group of kids that was morphed with avian DNA (a.n. Maximum Ride is the BEST! Besides HP, of course). She "Why are you so happy?" her mother asked. Kate seemed to be all grins and little sighs. "I just can't wait to get to England. I might even pick up the accent!" she replied. "I'm not all giggles though, I am a bit worried about new friends and stuff… I'm treading new territory, and I'm happy about it, just a little anxious," said Kate.

It was a satisfactory answer for her mother, who nodded and turned away.

The truth is Kate was absolutely ecstatic about going to England. It was absolutely the best place to move to. Kate plugged in her headphone and flipped through XM for some new songs. She was excited to see what London was going to be like.

Eight Hours Later

Rainy. London was rainy. And gray.

"Man, this is just great weather to arrive to."

Mr. McGregor put all the stuff into a taxi and grinned. "Kataline, I know it's not perfect now, but London will blossom for you, I promise."

Their apartment building looked great, even in the rain. Big balconies, tons of windows and a welcoming staff greeted them at McCartney Blvd. Kate thought about the new apart—flat. Kate wanted to make sure she understood and was comfortable with all the different Briticisms, her term for the wacky things Brits say that no one else does. She got to work immediately, and unpacked her stuff into her dresser. Her room was rather small, but had nice flooring and a comfy bed. It could use some new paint, and posters (of course!), and maybe a beanbag chair in the corner. Kate loved refurbishing things, and made a point of listing the stuff she wanted to buy. She opened her closet, to discover it was a walk-in with a… window seat! Oh my God, I have MY OWN window seat, Kate proceeded to jump around in teenage-girly-ness.

Kate took the stuff out of the dresser and put them into the closet, rationalizing that folding clothes gives them reasons, and changing places for her enjoyment of parading into her walk-in closet(!) every morning was not snobbish, just nice. And being sarcastic isn't bitchy, it's just PMS, said Ophelia dryly. Ophelia was Kate's inner voice. Kate figured that if she had to listen to the crap, she might as well name whatever it's coming from. Kate finished up and went to sleep.

Two Weeks Later

Kate loved school. Her new friends were really curious about America, and taught her all about Briticisms, along with other stuff. So bright and early, she was having great dreams. Ron had just begin to lean in and…

"WAKE UP NOW!" Mrs. McGregor shouted. Even on Saturdays… Ophelia grumbled. Kate pulled on an old tee shirt and jeans and headed down stairs.

"Ok, breakfast is waffles, bacon and cereal. What do you want?"

"Just cereal Mom, it's too early for anything else."

"Oh please, it's 9:30."

"It would be like 4:00 in Ohio!"

"Oh my God, the world will end!"

This friendly banter happened every Saturday morning, even in Ohio. Kate gave up, grinning, and ate her breakfast. She read fanfics and did homework for a few hours, then yelled to her mom "Going to get the mail, be back in five!"

"Okay, say hi to Jack for me!"

Kate grinned again, this time from dry humor. Mrs. McGregor never got the doorman's name right. And when I say never, I mean NEVER. It's always Jack or John or something… Kate grinned, agreeing with Ophelia.

She went to get the mail, and said hello to Jerry and headed back upstairs. Once back in her flat, she went through the letters. Bills, advertisements (a.n. which I DO pronounce the English way), and business letters passed by, and then… a HUGE envelope with this written on it:

Ms. Kataline McGregor

138 McCartney Blvd. Apt. 816

London, England

She froze up and slowly turned the letter over, This can't be… it's not real! At this point she was visibly shaking. She looked at the back of the letter, where a wax seal depicted a lion, eagle, badger, and snake with a big H on it.

"OH MY FRIGGING GOOOOODD!!!!"

Mrs. McGregor rushed to the foyer, squeaked, and ran back out. She came back with Mr. McGregor and pointed at Kate. Kate was still in shock. Her parents slowly pulled her to the dining room and sat her down.

"Mom, Dad, did you know about this?" Kate squeaked, her eyes never leaving the letter. "Yes, sweetie, that's why we moved here. We were told about this great school from you counselor, she recommended we come here to help you. We never knew it was Hogwarts," Kate's dad ran a hand through his balding hair, his face etched in disbelief.

"So, this, this miracle, isn't a joke?"

"Nope, you're an actual witch."

"OH MY GOD!"

Kate ripped open her letter and scanned the first page. "I'm an actual witch… I get a wand… I wear robes… I make potions! I'm a magical being, I can make people turn into statues, I AM A WITCH!" "Well, Kate, tell me how you really feel," Mrs. McGregor said sarcastically.

"Har Har Mom. I need to go to… Diagon Alley," here she moaned in anticipation, "to get my stuff. This is going to be the best year ever."

Ron hurried down the stairs, his stomach rumbling. It didn't take much for Ron to get hungry nowadays. With even more growth spurts, Quidditch, and rough-housing with brothers, he had grown into a 6'5" athlete. His hair almost brushed the ceilings now. Now if only I could find a girl that was tall enough (a.n. hint hint) for me. He loaded his plate with the eggs, bacon, ham, toast, and potatoes Mrs. Weasley cooked. Hey, he couldn't help it if his mom was a brilliant chef. He ate quickly, which was pretty much inhaling the food to a normal person. An owl flew in and dropped a packet of letters on the table, grabbed some bacon, and flew off again.

"Mum, Hogwarts letters are here now," Ginny shouted. Mrs. Weasley tottered (a.n. I love that word, tottered) in and waved her wand. The individual envelopes flew to their corresponding Weasley. "Mum, I probably need some new robes when we go to Diagon Alley," Ron said. "Yes, I know, another growth spurt. And Ginny finally is getting some curves, might as well buy some robes for her," Mrs. Weasley sighed.

Ginny turned bright red at this and mumbled something that sounded like "Thanks for telling the world, Mum".

"Well, honestly sweetie, it's perfectly normal," Mrs. Weasley said. Ron sniggered and then coughed when his mother fixed him with a glare. "Ronald Weasley, I can mention some things I'm sure you don't want the world to know," hissed Ginny. Ron thought about last nights dream, where there were slave girls, blushed, and replied, "Sorry Gin, I didn't mean it."

Discussions for this morning included the newest broomsticks (Nimbus 2900 vs. Firebolt Extreme, which one is better?), Quidditch (where Ron and Fred battled the Cannons and Falcons), and Hogwarts (where a simultaneous "Malfoy is a huge git" rung the house). Ginny won over the broomsticks, saying the Firebolt had not only an invisibility booster and comfort seat (the accommodations of a Nimbus), but a compass and heated handle. Fred won over the Quidditch argument, saying the Falcons had invented a new formation that neutralized any hope of the opponent getting the Quaffle.

Ron cleaned up the plates and waved his wand at the sink, immediately cleaning the dishes. He then waved his wand in an intricate pattern, drying and sorting the dishes into their appropriate places.

"Aw, Ron, you'll make a great housewife, wouldn't he George?"

"Yes, he would Fred, a regular Betty Crocker."

"How'd you know what Betty Crocker was," asked Ron, ignoring the insults.

"We set up dungbombs in" "a grocery store; saw some muggle" "stuff."

Fred and George always had the ability to finish each others sentences. It got very annoying.

Afterwards, Ron headed upstairs to change out of his pajamas and into a tee shirt and shorts (a.n. it IS summer, even for wizards!), and put some galleons in his pocket. He went back downstairs just in time to watch Ginny throw Floo Powder into the fireplace and say, "Diagon Alley!" The Weasley family continued this line, until it was Ron's turn. He grabbed some of the green stuff that he thought smelled like vanilla and shouted, "DIAGON ALLEY!"