The war was not over, in fact it would be years before it was, but right now was not the time to be in the middle of a war with a newborn child.

In her heart she knew what she was doing was for the best as she held her husbands hand and walked towards a small house, it was one of those houses that just called out to you as a family home, and yet they knew the couple living there was missing a child.

"We love you so much... I so sorry, but this is because we love you." She whispered down into the basket she was carrying, holding a small baby girl. Her husband squeezed her hand reassuringly, but it did little to ease her nerves.

Were they really doing the right thing?

"She'll know, she'll understand, eventually," He said carefully.

"I hope so," With that they placed the baby girl on the doorstep, heaving a sigh she reached out and pushed the doorbell.

Together the young couple stepped back and disappeared, the door opened seconds later and a woman appeared, she was slightly older and motherly looking.

"Hello?" A small cry made her look down, there she saw the baby, wrapped warmly in the basket, without any hesitation she whisked the baby inside, picking up the letter that lay on top. "Kayla..."

~*~*~*~*~
Sixteen years later

Kayla Jameson sat on her bed, her purple carpet couldn't be seen under the mass of clothes on her floor, she was meant to go to the local disco in an hour but she couldn't find a thing to wear. It had been her birthday yesterday and now she wanted to celebrate just a bit more.

With a sigh of frustration she grabbed a small pink hair band and pulled her long brown into a messy bun. Bending down she started to rummage through her clothes again, she managed to find her red tank top, a short denim skirt and over the knees black and red stripy socks, ok so her look would be more fun than sexy, but she could work with that.

Turning to her radio she turned the volume up and played her favourite CD. She got changed, and then turned to her full length mirror to do her make-up, only when she looked into the mirror she screamed. The brushed and make-up she had been holding feel to the floor with a bit of a clatter, the hand mirror she had been holding as well, smashed as it hit the metal frame of her bed.

Kayla didn't look like Kayla.

Kayla Jameson was an average looking girl, with long brown, she was pale, and didn't have the best skin, with dark blue eyes that stood out – Kayla Jameson was pretty average.

The girl who was staring back at Kayla had curly blood red hair, big emerald eyes with chocolate flakes in them, her complexion was immaculate, and she was skinnier and more developed in certain areas. The girl staring back at Kayla was defiantly not Kayla.

She couldn't be looking into a mirror, but she reached out, as the stranger did, and her fingers met cold hard glass.

"MUM! DAD!" Kayla screamed, she heard her parents thunder up the stairs and slam the door open.

Cold hard silence for what felt like a life time, before the silence was torn apart by a loud sob.

"We're so sorry Kay baby, please forgive us!" Kayla's mum pleaded. Kayla stared at her mum, she took in her mums looks, she had short brown hair and the same eyes Kayla used to have, she was short and plump and radiated warmth, except for now, her eyes were tear filled and she looked distraught.

Kayla turned to her dad; he stood with his head hanging looking defeated.

"What's happened to me?" Kayla asked fingering her red hair. She couldn't understand, how was she supposed to?

"Kay, you... We... I... Kay, you were adopted."

With that simple sentence from her 'dad' Kayla's world came crashing down.

"GET OUT!" Kayla yelled at her 'parents', she pushed them out of her room and slammed the door, her vision was blurred with unstoppable tears.

Mary and John stood outside Kayla's room listening as she tore everything part, as she screamed.

"We knew this day would come. We knew," He said solemnly "I'll contact them." He let a single tear fall as he walked away from his little girl. John and Kayla had been close, he was her daddy. Now that was gone.

He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen; he walked up to the windowsill and picked up the phone which was placed on it. He dialled the number which he had always dreaded.

"Hello," Sounded female voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter?"

To say Kayla was confused was an understatement. After she had finished taking her anger, frustration, and angst on the items around her room, which now lay scattered and broken around her room.

"Kay?" Came Mary's timid voice from the doorway, Kayla hadn't even heard the door open.

Kayla did not look up or even acknowledge that she had heard Mary say anything.

"Your parents will be here tomorrow at noon," And with that Mary left.

That's when Kayla decided what she was going to do. She got up and went into the bathroom and had a quick shower, washing away all her tears. After drying herself and her hair Kayla changed into a pair of jeans and a long sleeved black top. All thoughts of the disco gone, She picked up a large rucksack and shoved her favourite teddy, snuffle bear, into the bag, a couple of pairs of jeans, two black tops, and a weeks worth of underwear.

She grabbed her shoulder bag and shoved her i-Pod into it, her face wipes, her purse and her mobile.

She then sat down and figured out where she was going to go.

Her best friends' house was a possibility, but no, she didn't look like Kayla so her friends wouldn't know it was her, and they would probably freak if she told them what happened.

That also meant her family was out of the question.

Great I can't escape. I refuse to sleep on the streets. This is... Oh God…

Tears once again consumed Kayla. This was too much for the girl to take in. All she had once known wasn't right. Her family wasn't hers. The way she was brought up made her, her. Which meant that with her real parents she could have been the person she was really meant to be?

What about school, I'm waiting for my GCSE results. I applied to get into college, what about that, and what about all my friends, my family, what about my life.

Kayla lay down on her bed and turned the volume on her radio up to full and re-played her CD.

The music consumed all other sounds in the room; the only sound Kayla could hear other than the music was the sound of her heart beat.

Maybe Just I should meet my real family.

Kayla knew she was only saying this because she now felt terribly empty, but maybe it was worth ago. Maybe.

So she decided to unpack her rucksack and lie down and try to sleep. Not only that but to try and forget everything, she didn't want to remember.

The next day Mary came up to Kayla's room. She hadn't slept that night; the thought of strangers taking Kayla was maddening.

"Kay baby, Are you up yet, your parents will be here soon," Mary whispered sadly.

Kayla got up and opened the door; the sight was devastating to Mary.

Kayla's eyes were red and puffy; her face looked irritated from the salty tears: she looked a mess.

Mary reached out to the young girl and Kayla collapsed into her arms, a new wave of sobs overtook the sixteen year old.

When her cries had subsided Mary took Kayla to get cleaned up, they walked into the bathroom where Mary softly rubbed Kayla's tears away.

"You're always welcomed here Kay. You're still our little girl," Kayla gave a watery smile and left to change.

She decided to go for a casual look; she had ever had to meet her real parents before so she didn't know what kind of outfit the occasion called for.

She grabbed her favourite jeans, they were nicely fitted and comfy, and she looked through her tops and decided on a green fitted t-shirt as not many of her old tops would go with her hair. Kayla found her old clothes only just fit her due to bodily changes which occurred the previous day.

Kayla picked up her makeup bag and sat in front of her mirror and opened the bag pulling out her eyeliner, mascara, lip-gloss and a few eye shadows. She decided to outline her eyes with thick black eyeliner, she noted that it made her eyes look stunning, she went on to choose which eye shadow she would wear, in the end she chose a leaf green colour, she then put on black mascara and then she put on a tinted pink lip gloss.

Looking into the mirror she had to admit she did look really pretty, but it would take time to get used to the hair colour and eye colour.

With a sigh Kayla got up and slipped on her silver pumps, a silver locket which she was given at birth weirdly enough there was a picture of a stag and a lily in the locket. With that Kayla left her room and walked down stairs just as the old grandfather clock struck twelve noon.

There was a knock at the door and Kayla pelted into the living room. John got up and walked out of the room sparing only one glance at his little girl as he left.

"Mr. Jameson?" Kayla heard a deep male voice ask softly, almost sadly.

"Yes, I assume you are Mr. Potter," John said stiffly, holding back his emotions.

"John, let them in," Mary called from the living room where she was sitting next to Kayla stroking her now red hair.

The living room door opened and in stepped three adults, Kayla held her breath; tension was sucking all the air out of the room.

Kayla let out a strangled cry as her eyes landed on the two strangers.

"I can't do this," She whispered and fled the room, it was all too much.

"Kayla, we're sorry!" Kayla heard the woman call. She stopped dead.

She turned to face the woman, they looked similar, they both had almond shaped eyes and a small pointed nose, they both had long red hair though Kayla's was more vibrant, the woman though had chocolate brown eyes.

Kayla turned to the man, he was tall, with messy black hair and bright emerald eyes, but they were covered by wire rimmed glasses, he had the same shaped face as Kayla, and she defiantly got her eyes and height from him as the lady was quite short.

That's when another thought entered her mind.

"You didn't want me," She whispered. The two strangers looked heart broken. "YOU DIDN'T WANT ME!" Kayla screamed, suddenly all around them things started to blow up, the shelves fell, the taps exploded, all the drawers smashed open with an almighty bang then everything stopped and Kayla fell to the floor and wept, four heartbroken faces watching her.