Sometimes, I find it amusing the way some people act. Right now, for example. I was standing in King's Cross station, luggage by my side, foam cup of hot chocolate in my hand as it was a cold and rainy day in London, despite it still technically being summer. Maybe I just wasn't used to this kind of weather, coming all the way from the northern part of Mexico.

Anyway, I silently sipped my cocoa and watched as little children ran around giggling as their parents tried to catch them. Other people were tapping away on their phones either impatiently waiting for their trains or expectantly searching the passengers arriving for their family and friends. I smiled slightly, oh how I wish I could be one of these people. Normal. Happy.

But no, I am not normal and never will be. I'm just a fifteen year old girl waiting for her chance to slip into the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10, through the secret passage and onto platform 9 and 3/4 where an entirely different sort of people are bustling about.

You see, I am a witch and live in a world with other witches and wizards where we all go to school in a giant castle with crazy teachers, the weirdest curricular, and the strangest assortment of students you will ever meet.

Sounds crazy right? Yeah, it did to me too when they told me when I was eleven, and I had already come from a pretty bizarre family. My mother, the ever protective one, didn't want me so far from home as England was, so she insisted I attend a much closer school, one that happened to be only about a thousand miles away from our home in southern California. My father fought adamantly for me to go to Hogwarts, but once my mom makes up her mind, well there's no stopping her.

And then the accident happened. I don't really know what happened, though I have my suspicions. It was near the end of my fourth year when I was called away because my parents were found, killed in our small summer cabin up in the mountains. Officials believe it to be some kind of freak accident with some type of exotic, poisonous plant or something. But the Ministry of Magic believes it to be the work of a dark wizard on the rise by the name of Voldemort. Whoever the hell that is. I truthfully don't know who, or what did it, but I'm going to find out and when I do, there is going to be hell to pay.

Until then, I was sent to live with my aunt on my dad's side who still lived in England where my father was from. Nobody in the Wizarding World, save my aunt, knew who my mother was and about our family. They were under the impression that she was just a muggle and wanting to keep that illusion, despite my reluctance, I was sent to live with my dad's sister as 'it would be better if she was raised with magic like she has been her whole life, muggles can't produce the proper environment in order for her to reach her true potential.' Or at least in the words of the Ministry official who took me away from my home and the family I knew and grew up with.

It wasn't that I didn't like my aunt, I did and seeing as she was the only one who knew about my lineage, I trusted her, but I wasn't comfortable around her or her lifestyle. Plus, I would miss my cousins who I normally got to see on a daily basis.

But what's been done is done and now I am attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which sounds more like a very elaborate prison compared to the more college campus set-up my old school in Mexico was like. Since my… other roots always came first back home, my aunt had tried to get me accustomed to wizard life before the term started so I wouldn't look like a total fool, but I had to admit, some of these customs were barbaric. The whole Pureblood mania crap was just ridiculous and I made a note in my head to stay away from Slytherheads or whatever house that was called. I was just glad that I was sorted before school so I wouldn't have to be in front of the whole school like the first years, and my aunt was ecstatic that I was in Gryffindor, which was my dad's old house that he would constantly talk about…

It was still hard to think about them and I tried to blink away my tears that were forming as I climbed into the train. I quickly ran over everything my aunt said and approximately where to go and who to look out for as I unconsciously found an empty compartment.

I sat down in a seat closest to the window and watched a but as families were saying their good-byes before pulling out a book to occupy my mind, it was never good when I let it wander.

I didn't notice that we were moving until I noticed the lighting grow brighter as we left the station and there was a loud noise outside of my compartment door before it opened, with a bit too much force as it slammed slightly and I winced.

TADA!

Ok, this story has been brewing in my mind for quite some time now and I finally decided to write it!

It will be very OOC and it will sort of have similar concepts and maybe a few characters with the TV show Charmed.

Kinda my spin on things.

Hope you enjoy!

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