My name is Pierce, Pierce Di Mare. I'm an Italian-American exchange student who just moved to England; but I have a secret. I used to attend Ilvermorny; the American wizarding school. And now I'm going to Hogwarts. I probably won't fit into my house considering that I'm a whopping height of 5.3. I have darker olive skin with black, silk like hair, and deep hazel eyes that lean more on the green side of things.

I'm a pure-blood, from good well-bred families with good educations. My mom went to Ilvermorny and my Dad went to Durmstrangs. My parents want to marry me off to one of the sacred twenty eight; but they only marry Slytherins.

I'm currently getting robe fittings for seventh year, but I feel like a first year once again. How will the year go? Will I be top of the class once again? So many questions circle my brain while walking through Diagon Alley.

The place is magical, (pun intended) from the cobblestone streets to the lop-sided buildings. I was about to walk into Madame Puddifoots when I see a gleam of sunshine reflecting off of the most platinum shade of blonde I have ever seen.

The bleached hair was connected to a head, but not just any head, a very handsome head. Said head had Startling grey eyes and pale skin; the contrast was undeniably sexy. I hope this stranger is a Hogwarts student.

Time skip

The Hogwarts Express

I was staring at the brick wall separating platforms nine and ten, trying to figure out a way to get onto 9 ¾. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder; turning around, I see a plump, elderly woman.

"Can I help you," I ask politely.

"Actually I think I can help you," she replies.

"How?"

"Are you trying to get onto 9 ¾ or am I mistaken," she asked sweetly.

"You're not mistaken," I manage to spit out before a toddler latches onto her leg.

"Mowy Mowy Mowy!"

"Teddy, shush now," she quieted the child, "What you want to do is run straight through the dividing wall."

I looked at her like she was crazy. "I'm supposed to run through walls. I may be a wizard but running through walls sounds as crazy as becoming invisible, truly."

"Oh honey just try it; I can get Ron and Harry to demonstrate for you," she suggested.

"Who are Ron and Harry?" I ask.

Suddenly a boy's head appears out of thin air, as if an invisibility cloak was beginning to be removed.

"Hello, I'm Ron," another head pops up, "and that's Harry."

Harry had the type of appearance you'll never forget. He has messy, black hair- as if he had just gotten out of bed-and bright, wandering green eyes. However there was a strange shaped scar on the boy's forehead.

"Can you lift you bangs please?" I question, cautiously.

"Excuse me," he replies, with a confused look.

Instead of making motions to move his hair I do it myself. Carefully I pull his fringe out of his face and gently trace the oddly shaped scar ruining his porcelain skin. It was a soft and tender motion; enough to get him staring into my eyes.

We stay like this for a moment, until a tall girl with fiery red hair walks through the wall onto the platform; stomping. Harry walks through first, I'm the last one on the train and I can tell it's going to be a bumpy ride.