Surmmary: This is my first story. caretta is an animorphamagus, like tonks. Caretta finds out she is a witch and is very excited. but traedy hits. will she get to hogwarts? and if she does, will she fit in? I'm so nervous everyone will hate it! sorry the first chapter is called .rft. I'm new to this stuff.

disclaimer: If I was J.K. rowling I wouldn't write the harry potter books as good as her, and the series would go down the drain, and an angry mob would come after me.

Caretta Hecate McKinley Swant Copernicus Grace. That's my name. I've always been the girl with the long name. The girl who everyone thought would be amazing. With a name like that, you had to be, right? Wrong. As soon as everyone found out that I wasn't what they expected, I faded away into the background. But there was something about me that was very odd. I'm going to start at the beginning. The very beginning…

At birth, I was a seemingly ordinary baby. Except for the fact that I had bright orange hair, and every person in my family that my mom, Angela, knew of had brown hair. It bugged Angela to the point of searching through all the records of past family members. But it was always the same. Brown hair everywhere, but not a redhead in sight. She dismissed it as a gene pool flaw, but never stopped wondering.

Then one day something happened that showed her that I was not an ordinary girl. Angela was feeding me, when I decided I suddenly didn't like mashed peas. I started crying, but my poor mom, who was a new mother, didn't know what I was crying about. I cried and screamed but she didn't get the point. Suddenly my hair began flashing blond, brown, black, purple, pink, and green, so fast that they were just a blur of colors. My mom screamed and ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.

The doctor said I was just a normal baby, and that maybe the stress of being a new mother was making Angela see things. But all through my childhood my hair and various other body parts changed frequently. I learned to control them, at least a little bit. I knew that I was definitely different, but that didn't change what kids my age thought of me.

So, despite my odd talent, sixth grade I was just a face in the crowd. No one at my school thought about me. I had no friends, and no one to talk to. But then everything changed. On the last day of school I sat in the back row, watching girls sobbing because, as they said, "junior high is such a big step!" I knew better though. Junior High was going to be just like Elementary school. Every grade I had been in so far had been the same.

In fact, when I looked back on it, all my days and my months and my years were a big blur. As people ran around, taking pictures and hugging their friends, I sat against the wall, surveying the big scene. One girl, who was intent on getting every student's signature in her memory book, came over to me and said,

"Are you new? I don't think I've seen you before!" I just shrugged and reached for the pen that she held out to me. I started to sign my name across the page.

"Caretta Hecate McKinley Swant Copernicus Grace?" she said, dumbfounded.

"Are you kidding?" she asked. I was starting to get very ticked off at this girl, with her bouncy ponytail and her high little voice.

"I think the real question is: Are you kidding," I answered angrily.

"Huh?" she asked, obviously drawing a blank.

"Why are you are going around, getting everyone's signatures, when you're going to forget them all anyway?" I practically yelled. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Well excuse me if I want to remember my childhood!" she snapped, and she turned away and walked over to her friends to tell them how weird I was. So the summer passed and I read books and watched TV. A typical summer. But that typical summer was going to turn into a summer I'd never forget. One day I was at the mall, alone of course, and was walking back to my house when the first odd thing of the day happened.

An owl flew over my head with a letter in his beak.

"Whoa. I'm seeing things!" I announced to myself. But the owl was very real, as I soon found out. When I arrived at my house I said hello to my mom and dad and walked up the stairs to my room. The owl was sitting on my bed, looking around with the letter still clutched in his beak. He flew over to me and dropped the letter in my hand.

"Dear Ms. Hecate McKinley Swant Copercornicus Grace, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed the list of books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later then July 31. Yours Sincerely,Minerva Magonagall, deputy headmistriss," the letter read

I looked at the calendar. July 29! That meant, if I wasn't dreaming, I had two days to send my acceptance letter by… owl? "I must be crazy, but who knows?" I asked myself. I grabbed a scrap of paper and scrawled quickly that I would be there on September 1. The owl took it and flew out the window, somehow knowing exactly where it was going. "So I'm a witch. Wow." I said to myself. Then I fell over in a dead faint.