Ok so here's my first Harry Potter story! WHoo! RWxSM after there married with a kid. Lets see Alitte Malfoy blood, mixed with Weasly and Granger blood, with Potter's for cousins. Wonder how many people know who she is. Well hope you like it!

BTW. I doubt if your smart enought to read books like Harry Potter, and like it. Then find a reading website. You have enough Brain Cells to understand, that I am not the author, J.K Rowling. Mostly because of these three things...

1. I'm like 13

2. I'm Amercain, not British

3. My name's Colby, not J. or K. or Rowling

A bright blue flash of light shone in my eyes, I stumbled and looked over my shoulders at the train. It rushed forward towards me, I squealed in panic. Run! It echoed in my head the train moved closer, I tried to jumfp of the side of the tracks but a invisible force stopped me, tears streamed down my pale cheeks, as the train's horn blew.

November….. It hissed furiously.

November! It was almost here.

NOVEMBER! My eyes flew open. My mother's gingery hair flew in my line of vision as she wrapped her arms around me. "Mum" I whispered hugging her tight. Tears still wet my cheeks. I seen a platinum blond head pop in. 'Daddy!" I said looking up, he frowned and sat besides me. Brushing a lock of hair from my face. I sniffed, and wiped my face.

"It- it was just a bad dream…" I whispered shakily, She shook her head and shhed me. "I'm sure I'm just nervous" I started again. I sighed and hugged them, "I'll be fine" I said finally. Mum left shortly, with a last glance, my father looked at me, and forced a poor smile to his lips. "

Sweetie, you been having nightmare lately, are you sure it because you leaving?" He asked, I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure I'm just…. Worried" I said. But I knew I was trying to convince myself of the fact. He knew too, but got up and left my room. I sighed heavily as I rolled myself out of bed. Wearing a baggy tee shirt and bright green soccer shorts. I grabbed me some robes, pale blue, with a darker gray outer cloak. I looked out my window, the darkness was starting to break dawn. Moving to the bathroom, I drew a warm bath. Needed to relax. I took me a nice long bath. Throwing in a few Bubbling Bobbers. For my entertainment, as each small muti-cooler orb hit the water, the whole bath would turn that color. I remembered as a child playing with them.

Little four year old November ran through the mansion house, carefully avoiding her mother, and the house elf, Conny. Turning a corner into the bathroom, she hit a puddle of water from her earlier bath, slipping she went forwarded, into the in ground pool. Knocking in a red Bubbling Bobbers the whole bath turned a violent shade of blood red, needless to say Rose nearly had a heart attack.

I smirked at the memory, deciding if I stayed in the pool any longer, I'd have to have a potion to remove the wrinkles. After getting dressed I walked down the stairs. I moved to the diner table, sitting down, running my hand through my Auburn hair, tucking the strands of blond, brown, and red into a braid. As Conny brought me a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. Dad and Mum came down after while, fully dressed and ready to go. I smiled big, "Morin' Mum, Morin' Daddy" I said, My full accent taking over.

Within half an hour we were in Diagon alley. I looked around taking in the sights. My mum rushed over to someone I regained all to quickly, "Uncle Al!" I screamed running over, he smiled and hugged me around my shoulders, he wasn't my Uncle, but he should have been.

"Vem?" I heard a voice behind me, Turning around I seen my cousin, Dylan.

"Hey Dill" I said smiling. He smiled, His bright blue eyes crinkling under his brown hair, he looked like his head was going to pop of if he didn't move soon, He moved to his robes and pulled out a wand, sleek and long, my jaw dropped some as I looked at it closely. "Amazing, it's lovely" I said closely looking it over.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see My dad standing over me, "Why don't we go get your wand, and your mother can go and find your books?" He asked, I nodded my head vigorously. As we left towards Ollivander's I couldn't help but notice a few sideways glances at me, mostly looking at my dad, like he was a movie star. Or something.

Arriving at the shop and man about 80 or 90 came to the counter, he must have been Mr. Ollivander. He took one good long look at me before snapping his fingers, and taking measurements. He rushed of to the back of his store without a word, other then a faint 'I wonder' and a few grants he returned, and held up a box, talking. "AH… I've been testing…" He rasped, "9 ½ inches long. Sturdy, perfect for hexes and Jinxes Made of cherry wood, the core is….. The hair of a Centaur, meaning independence and the hair of a unicorn mare's mane. The handle is of pure dragon leather" He said, though I wondered how he managed to get either of those.

I gingerly took the wand in my hand, my hair felt like it tingled, and my eyes brightened. "it's perfect" I said smiling, Looking at Dad, who nodded once. He handed Mr. Ollivander some Gelloins before we left to find Mum.

Finding her was easier then we thought. She was promptly walking into a robes store. Picking out me some new cloths. I moved over to the other side of the store with I heard, "November!" I walked over to my mother, who had to different pairs of underwear, "Which do you like better sweetie" I felt my face heat as I quickly gestured to both and rushed off again.

Seen my dad outside the store, in his hand was to changes, one had a solid black owl. Smaller and more agile looking, and the other was a kitten, small and fluffy. It picked it's small striped gray head and looked at me, and meowed loudly. Somewhere in the back of my head it clicked that this kitten would be trouble. I ignored that little voice. What sane person listens to voices in there head anyway.? I asked myself giddily as I stroked the kitten, happily.

We finally got home around 5 that evening, Conny served us dinner quickly as we ate the food, I started to fell sick, looking around the great house, My mother sitting on one side of the table across from my father, with me on the side, the soft tune of Hamdrid Blakes a wizard who played guitar and piano. Very soft melody in the back ground. My father's loving touch of comfort, my Mum's soft smile. It'd all be gone 24 hours from now. I dismissed myself and tracked to my bedroom, where I looked at both the Owl and kitten. Thinking of names, the owl, I named Snuffles and the kitten I named Pixie. Has cute as she was, she was likely to be very bad, cause now the kitten was on Snuffles' cage swiping her paw at the bird, I smiled and laid on my bed, pulling the thick curtains around me, I read through a book until the sunset, before falling asleep from boredom. Sweet, Dreamless, bored sleep….

It's just a idea right now, but it got my ideas flowing. So I might just make this into a good long story, that's if people really like it, if not I'll have to keep it all to myself... I'll make it longer also.