This is taking place years after the events in Harry Potter, which may or may not affect events on this story. This completely a different story in Hogwarts with mentions of the characters in the book. If you don't like the idea please don't read, this is just creative expression. Otherwise, please enjoy :]

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, sadly…

In the underworld beneath normalcy a gathering of the minds was taking place. Ten cloaked figures sat in a circle, hands entwined. They watched as the swirling blue mass in the center of the circle grew larger, showing shadowy images in shapes of one distinct shape. At last it was too much for one to bear and he broke the tie of the circle.

"Are we certain that this child is our savior, that she is indeed one of us?" His raspy voice questioned his elders.

"Completely. This is the one." The leader answered, his fingers reaching into the blue mass, touching the shadowed images. "It has been many years since the wizarding world has needed a savior. Strange how it's future always falls upon one without an inkling of what they are entering. Is that not true my dear?" The shadowed image, in the form of a girl, opened its eyes.

~1~

The schoolyard was in complete chaos. Shouts of cheers and boos echoed throughout the school. Teachers ran about franticly, not sure what was happening.

"She's at it again." One teacher told the principal who frowned angrily, heading to the yard.

A crowd of seventh grades stood round in a circle watching the fight before them with murderous looks. Shouts of 'GET HER' rang off many of their tongues, though none knew why. Three boys shoved and pushed at one small child. They took turns punching, some to the head, others to the stomach. The child did not scream or shout, not bothering to fight back truly until at last it took too much. The child let out a scream, one loud, ear shattering scream that sent the boys flying with a flash of blue light. The crowd jumped backing, glancing first at the boys and then turning to stare at the child. In moments they would be upon her, granting payback for what they deemed a sin. Like they had done many a time before. They all took a step closer to the child, ready to begin their own brand of torture when a firm hand yanked the child away, leading it back to the building without so much a glance at the others.

"Metallica McLeod, one day we will not have to go through this. One day we shall get some peace and quiet at this school where I will not have to pull you away from a fight." Principal O'Neal groaned.

Metallic shook her head defensively. "I never start the fights, but you never believe me."

"Regardless of that, I am going to have to suspend you."

"From summer school? You're goanna suspend me from summer school?"

"It is not like I have much of a choice. This is the fifth fight you have been in this week and it is only Wednesday. Wednesday! Even children who have gone to be convicts did not have that many fights in one fight by Wednesday. Besides, you did not really need summer school. You passed all the final exams with perfect scores."

"Then why am I here in the first place?"

"Because, since you never did any work, you failed your classes." He looked dead her in the eye. "Metallica, you are smart, probably the smartest we have here. But you cause too much of problem area. Fights, talking back, refusing to do what is asked of you, everyone has given up on you. Now I know you have had a rough life," at this Metallica frowned and crossed her arms, refusing to look at O'Neal, "no one here doubts that. Few could have gone through what has been done to you and stayed sane, but the facts remain. You are too far gone for us to provide you with any sort of support. I am sorry."

The secretary came into the office and started to lead Metallica away. Metallica stopped and turned her principal. "Must be new, telling an eleven year-old she's already 'too far gone' for you to help. Must be nice to be able to tell that to somebody when you just don't know how to deal."

O'Neal didn't look at her. "I've called your aunt. She will be here shortly."

Metallica sat in the waiting room patiently waiting for her aunt. She tried, unsuccessfully, to read the year old magazines offered in the room, but with the coughing sick people around her, reading was not possible. She settled on watching the news, interrupted by a cough here and there and a roar of thunder from the storm outside.

"Odd weather reports are coming in Mary. From all over the country, weather patterns seemed to have shifted. It's snowing in Florida and California, flooding in New Mexico, and there seems to be drought in Wisconsin. I don't know what is going on, but I can tell you, if things don't change-and it doesn't appear that it will-we will be is some deep trouble."

A naval person stood up and changed the channel. Objections were brought up by many, but were ignored. The man stopped on another news channel and sat back down, ignoring the angry looks of those around him.

"That's right Tom. It appears as though strange sightings in the air are appearing throughout Camden County. Thousand of owls are flocking to some unknown location and earlier today there were sighting of shooting stars, in broad daylight…"

"Metallica, honey, you ready to go?" Aunt Anna asked, coughing in her hand as she did so. Metallica nodded and followed her sickly pale aunt out of the hospital and into the growing storm. Outside the air was dense, the clouds near pitch black, the wind blowing violently, flashes of lightning forming every few moments. "Let's hurry," Aunt Anna cried, "wouldn't want to be caught outside if it continues to get worse."

In the hospital the news stations were changed again. Live feed of violent storms wrecking the land around them showed just how worse things were going to become.

"Tornado warnings are in effect for the following counties: Glenn, Camden…"

Metallica stopped dead in her traps as the words of the radio computed into her brain. She gripped the glass of water tightly in her hand, close to breaking it. A list of things to do played her mind, safety processions to take, but she knew none of them truly mattered. The trailer was made of the cheapest wood there was, flying off with gentle winds. If a tornado wanted them, it would have them in seconds. A cough from her aunt jolted Metallica back to reality and she hurried to give her aunt her medicine and water.

"Tornado warning." She murmured, handing her aunt the glass.

Aunt Anna laughed, wincing as well. "That tornado will have us in no time. We'll be a little snack for it." She laughed harder, causing her to cough violently. Her face suddenly became grave. "Look, Metallica, the doctor, well, the doctor told me that I don't have much time."

"Can we not talk about this right now?"

"I'm sorry, but it has to be said. Once I go, you'll have no one to take care of you. Of course, I haven't done that great of a job…"

"Stop, you know you've been great."

Aunt Anna smiled weakly. "You're a sweet one. According to the state you can't take care of yourself. Come now, don't give me that look. I know you've been taking care of yourself since the moment you were born. They just don't understand that. Now the state will lock you up in some orphanage where, with your record, you don't have much of a chance of getting adopted. Not that any of that is your fault, people don't listen to truths they don't want to hear." She took Metallica's hands in hers. "I love you and I am so, so sorry that I can't stay here for you any longer, but baby girl, but times a coming and then ain't nothing I can do to stop the reaper from taking what he wants. I just want to know that I love you and am so proud of all that you have done so far. And I know you'll do something great with yourself one of these days."

"I'll make you proud. I promise, I'll make you so proud you won't be able to stand it."

Aunt Anna stoked her hair. "That's my girl."

A sound of a freight train, yet far more savage, crackled in the silence.

Metallica searched the wreckage herself. The place was littered with bits and pieces of wood. Aunt Ann's body had been dragged off by the tornado. A normal person would cry at all that they had lost. Metallica wasn't a normal person. She busied herself with the search and didn't notice the noise of beating wings or the hoot of an owl. She didn't notice anything until one small, white envelope floated down in front of her. She caught the paper in her hand and glanced about to see where it came from. A barn owl behind her cocked its head at her, staring into her green eyes. Metallica looked at it and at the paper, then back again. She turned to the paper over to open it, puzzled by the seal.

"Hogwarts?"

It was trick. Yeah, that was it. A trick from one of Metallica's many, many enemies. There was no plausible way she was a witch. After all, withies did not exist and even if they did, she couldn't be one of those. Sure, it would explain all the strange little things that happened to her. All those little 'oddities' that earned her many of her fights could and would be easily explained by the presence of magic, but there was not such a thing. That blue light that had sent the boys flying the day before was just a trick of the light or something. The broken cup that Metallica dropped didn't really repair itself. Her hair didn't grow back when Will Williams put bubble gum in it, did it? No, that wasn't possible. There was no such thing as magic. Nope, na ah, never, lies, not going to happen, no way, no. She should just burn the letter and pretend it never existed. And yet… she couldn't do it. There was something about it that just wouldn't let her burn it. Even if it was fake-well it was-at least it was fun to pretend that she could be a witch. Although, again, witches weren't real.

"What a dump. Well I do hope you have all your belongings in order, appears you will not becoming back here and I have no wish to spend time waiting on you to do…whatever it is that you are doing." A foreign-in more ways then one-voice came from behind her. Her eyes went wide in almost fear. Almost fear because Metallica did not get scared at anything. Ever. "Well, what is it that you are waiting for?" She slowly turned around to face a middle-aged man, perhaps in the mid thirties, with greasy raven black hair and slanted emerald eyes staring at her. He was dressed head to toe in black with a long, flowing black robe.

"Who are you and what the hell do you want?" She asked with an edge to her voice. She didn't like strangers, being snuck up upon, or being told what to do by people who had yet to earn her respect, something she rarely gave out. This man had violated all three pet peeves.

His eyes narrowed. "I will not tolerate such language and especially not from one so young."

She couldn't bite her tongue. "Experiences make the age, not the years. And I don't listen to people I don't know and who sneak up on me."

"I did not sneak. If you had better hearing perhaps you would have heard me. As it is, we are late and must hurry. Now if you would be so could as to gather your belongings we may be off."

"No."

"No?"

"No."
"And why, petrel, not?"

"I don't know you. As far as I am concerned you could be a pedophile and a kidnapper." His eyes narrowed further at the thought. "And if you haven't noticed, my house was just destroyed by a tornado. My aunt-my only family-is dead, dying just before the tornado carried her off and so now I have no family and no home."

"All the better to come with me."

"Think again."

He took a step closer to her. "Look you, I was sent by the Headmaster himself to come and fetch you. I have no desire to take you shopping for your school supplies or explain everything to you either. I would greatly appreciate it if you could just come along like a good child so that we may be done with this business and be on our separate paths."

She cocked her head. "Headmaster?"

He groaned. "Yes, Headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school you have just been accepted in and received a letter from." She looked down at the piece of paper in her hands.

"Are you pulling my leg?"

"You know, I never understood that expression, but no, I am not 'pulling your leg'."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Do you honestly think it matters to me if you trust me or not? As it appears, you have nothing left to do but either come with me or stay here with nothing. Either path seems to blanketed by mystery. What you must ask yourself is if the life you have always had is worth staying here with nothing and no one, as you said earlier, or start on a brand new one, with no one and nothing."

Metallica looked around and at the thin piece of paper in her hands. That one piece of paper, so thin and small, held another life for her, one that was not yet tainted by the one she currently resided in. A fresh start, everyone needed it, few ever got it, and here it was, offered up to her without a price. Did there really seem to be a choice in that?

She looked up at the man, determination shining in her eyes. "Why not?"

"First things first, let us gather your belongings." The man instructed Metallica.

Metallica snorted. "You're looking at it."

"Pardon me?"

She rolled her green eyes and twirled around. "That's it. This all I got left."

The man looked her up and down. Metallica was dressed in holey blue jeans, tattered snickers, with a black Nickleback shirt on, and a blue ball cap. All and all she looked like a street urchin. I might as well be one, she thought to herself. "There must be more than…that in this rubbish."

"Rubbish? Man, where are you from?"

"England. Now please stand back." He pushed her aside, flicking a black wand out of his robes.

Metallica stared at him in disbelief. "England?"

Ignoring her, the man pointed his wand at the scene before him. "Accio possessions."

"What good do you think that will do…WHAT'S HAPPENING!?" The thrash that had once been Metallica's trailer started to move. Well, more like flying around then anything. Bits and pieces of debris shot to the woods. Metallica had to duck down to stay out of the line of fire. It carried on that way for a good time, wood and metal narrowly missing Metallica while the man stayed perfectly still. Suddenly it stopped and in front of Metallica was a small bundle. She cautiously picked it up, scared that it would come to life. Picking inside she discovered a few various objects of hers that she thought had been lost in the storm. She glanced up at the man with wide eyes.

"If you are to be a witch, you must learn magic. You do realize this?" He asked her with a serious turn.

"I," she gulped, "think I believe you know. About being a witch now."

They traveled to England by plane in order to better explain a few things, as the man put it. The fight attendants had given them both rather odd looks as they boarded, being slightly confused at the sight of the man all dressed in black and the weather beaten girl traveling together. It hadn't helped matters that the man had asked: "Why do muggles use these…things when they could just use brooms?"

"Muggles?" Metallica questioned.

"Those without magic." He said simply, as if it was the most idiotic question he had ever heard. "Now we must clear some things up on our way to England. My name is Verbatim, Professor Verbatim."

"Teacher."

"Come again?"

"You said professor, only colleges have professors. Schools have teachers."

"That may be the case in America, but in England, especially at Hogwarts, we have professors, not teachers. Understand?" She nodded. "Good. Now I teach Potions and I am the head of Slytherin-"

"Slytherin?"

His eyes narrowed at her interruption. "Yes, Slytherin. At Hogwarts students are sorted into one of four houses: Hufflepuff, of the cowardness, Ravenclaw, of the most boring, Gryffindor, of the most thick headed, and Slytherin, the most conniving. When you reach Hogwarts you and your fellow first years shall be sorted each going to where they are meant to be."

"Which house do you think I'll be in?"

Verbatim stared down her, giving her a good look over. He looked away before answering. "Gryffindor or Slytherin most defiantly. However, your chances of being in Slytherin are slim."

"Why?"

"Because only 'purebloods' ever gain admittance into Slytherin, or least ones that have a parent who is a pureblood. Everyone one else is…tolerated or shoved aside."

"I take it 'pureblood' stands for anyone without a drop of muggle blood inside them."

"You learn quickly do you not?"

Metallica smiled mysteriously, a smile only meant for her. "Life tends to be easier that way."

"Good evening ladies and gentleman, we will be landing in London in just a few moments…"

Metallica, accustomed to the rather heated weather Georgia, decided within moments of landing that she did not care for the cold air of England. Verbatim struggled to contain his laughter at the sight of his young charge shivering violently. Her teeth started to chatter and he let out a loud snort.

"It is hardly that cold." He said, taking her arm and leading her inside the airport. "This is mild by most standards."

"Mild? Is all of England this mild?"

"No, but we have had a cold front of late. Seems winter shall come early this year."

"I was afraid of that."

They wasted no time at the airport. Verbatim quickly called for a taxi, muttering 'idiotic muggle contraption' under his breathe, and shoved Metallica inside. He was, so she thought, rude with the driver, complaining at the lack of speed. With a look at his murderous eyes, she decided to let it go. Besides, it got them to the Leaky Cauldron quickly. The inside of the Leaky Cauldron was dark and the air was thick of smoke. Metallica had trouble breathing with all the smoke, but luckily Verbatim shoved past all the wizards and witches asking for a moment for his time and led Metallica to a back room.

"Um, why did we come to a dead end?" She asked cautiously. Verbatim's attitude had taken a turn for the worse and she was afraid of upsetting him further. He gave her a cross look and turned his attention to the wall. He tapped the stones in a sequence with his wand, not pausing to explain to her what he was doing. Suddenly the wall started to move apart, a city appearing in front of them. "Where are we?" Again he did not answer her, instead pushing her forward, the wall closing in behind them. Metallica's eyes sparkled with fascination at the world around her. Oddly shaped buildings with every kind of magic items decorated the cobblestone road. Wands, brooms, cauldrons, magic books, familiars…anything and everything was just a few footsteps away. Metallica wanted everything. People with odd clothes and English accents scurried about, parents yelling for children who had wandered away, and children screamed for various toys. Still dressed as Verbatim found her, Metallica felt completely out of place. While it was a feeling she was quite accustomed to, it still hurt nonetheless.

"Professor," she had a feeling that calling him Verbatim now would only anger him further, "the letter says I have to buy some stuff, but I don't have money. Even if I did, it would be American money, not…whatever you use here."

His facial expression softened slightly. "The school shall provide money for you supplies and give you a living expense allowance each month."

"Really? But…why?"

"There are few orphans in the wizarding the world as just about every single child has at least one godparent or one family member that would take the child in. And since the dark lord was defeated long ago there have been very few deaths of anything other than old age and the occasional sickness that results in death. You are the first orphan to attend Hogwarts in a long time."

She snorted. "Well that's a great title to have."

"The Headmaster shall explain it to you further, I presume, so let us dwell on the subject no further for now. Shall we begin our shopping adventure?" He had her at shopping.

Now Metallica was not a typical girl when it came to shopping. To be more exact, she was not a typical girl in any manner, but she was particularly odd when it came to shopping. For the most part she loathed it. This could have been due to the fact that she had been poor her entire life. Money had always been sparse and need for other things than clothes, namely Aunt Anna's medicine. Not that she minded giving up new clothes and toys and such for Aunt Anna's needs. She was happy to do that, besides she never cared much for fashion. Jeans and t-shirt, those were her high fashion. Yet while shopping for her school supplies she was oddly gitty. Half of her brain felt guilty about it; Aunt Anna had taught her that materialistic things held no importance in her life. The other half told its partner to shut up. For the first time she got to get new things without worrying about the cost. Much. Verbatim kept telling her that she could get anything for any amount of money. She had plenty of money now. But old habits died hard and she kept looking for the cheapest prices. She past by a brand new cauldron that was top of the line for a much cheaper, not as flashy but just as sturdy cauldron. She bought a robe of cheap fabric rather than the more fashion fabric robes. At every turn she opted for the cheapest item that she could, within limit. But she went wild in the bookstore. A very important fact about Metallica is that she loved books. While she had slept through most of her school years, hardly bothered with homework, and could care less about what her teachers thought of her, she loved books. She could usually be found in a corner somewhere with a dim light reading a large book that most high schoolers could not get through. So when she entered the Megiddo's Book Store, she went wild. She bought the books required for her, and then the ones she was sure she would need for next year. Then she bought every book she could find until Verbatim finally found the courage to stop the insane eleven year old from buying the entire store.

"You do not even need A Guide to Taking Care of Your Own Magical Creature or A History of…why in the world would you want a book about wizarding pirates?"

"I like pirates."

"Oddly that does not surprise me. Now the last thing you must attend to is a wand."

"What about a familiar?"

"You want a cat?"

"NO! I don't know what I want, but I know I would like one, just not a cat."

"Not a fan of cats I assume?"

"Oh, I like them okay, but I like dogs a lot better."

"And again, I am not surprised. Would you like to get your wand first and then search for a suitable pet?"

"Alright, lead on."

They came to Olivandors and were faced with a long line. A line of Hogwarts students-to-be was waiting to purchase their wands. A number of the first years eyed Metallica suspiciously, obviously noting her foreign look. It hardly bothered her, she was used to such looks back in Georgia. And to be quite honest, the looks given to her by the English children were not even a third as bad as the ones she received by the American children. It didn't stop her from being glad when the line was down to just her and two other boys, one with red hair and green eyes, and one chubby boy with a nervous look about him. The red head didn't bother to give either one of them a look, to preoccupied with pacing back and forth, muttering something about money. When he finally disappeared into the store the chubby turned to Metallica.

"Are you going to be first year too?" He asked, instantly relaxing slightly when she nodded. "I'm so nervous…I'll probably end up in Hufflepuff with my luck. What about you, what house do you think you'll get?"

"I guess Gryffindor, but I'm new to this whole thing so it doesn't really matter. Just want to learn some magic already."

His eyes widened in surprise. "You're not from England are you?"

She sighed and placed her hands on her head. "Nope, America. And I come from a 'muggle'…household. I guess ya could say the odds are stacked against me."

"That's so wicked. I never met an American before. Is it as wild as people say it is?"

Nope. "Sure, whatever you say. Look it's your turn now."

"Oh thanks." He stopped right outside the door and turned to her. "I'm Trevor Longbottom-Dursley by the way, and you are?"

"Metallica." She hardly ever added her last name, not out of shame, but because she didn't need to. Few people could possibly forget a name like Metallica. By the look on his face, Trevor wouldn't.

Verbatim came up beside her. "Making some friends are you?"

She sneered. "I don't do friends."

"That is an odd attitude for one as young as you to have."

"Look I'm fine on my own. Friends just get in the way." The firm set her jaw convinced him to not press the issue any further. Luckily it was her turn to get her wand. That should take her mind off of things, he thought to himself.

The old dwarf with a laughing face gave Metallica a once over before jumping off his stool and running to the very back of the store. The very, very, very back of the store. It took him so long that she started to believe that he had gotten lost or run away. But soon enough he was back.

"I've been waitin' ta han' this be'rey wand ta the one fo' a lon'g ti'me now." He said in a deep, almost country voice.

"The one?" Metallica asked with a cautious look.

The dwarf did not answer her question. Rather, he handed her the wand and started rambling on about the wand. "Tis' a 'peacil wand. Ta wood's fashio'ed from a weeping willow of a elfish forest, a single blade of unicorn hair is woven together with a phoenix feather, crossed with a lock of siren hair, and scales from fire and water dragons coat the wood." She gave him a odd look. "Wa is it?"

"You speak good grammar when talking about how a wand is made." He laughed and started ringing up her tab. Metallica looked over her wand. It was a fairly light in weight and in color-brown- with engravings of animal and mythical beast coming from the bottom to the wand to halfway to the middle. It seemed to be normal wood, but as the light struck it, the dragon scales glistened. On side appeared as if on fire and the other side sparkled like a river. Somewhere in her being, Metallica knew that this wand was made for her. She looked up at the dwarf who was busy singing a tune to himself. "Thank you Mr.…"

"Flint. People call m'e Flint." He smiled at her. ""You ta'e good care of ta wand now, you hear?"

"You made this wand didn't you?"

"Now whate'ever mak'es you say tha?"

"Just a feeling I have. You seemed especially proud of it."

His blue eyes shone with pride. "You be a smart one, I give ya tha. I made tha wand all right, took a great bit of time, it did. Ya lookin' ta learn?"

She smirked. "Why, you lookin' to teach?"

Verbatim was waiting for her outside. "Another book? Did you not buy enough earlier?"

"This one was free."

"And how did the come about?"

"Made a friend."

"I believe you said you did not make friends."

She smirked evilly. "I make exceptions."

"I believe there are cats over in that section." Verbatim joked. Metallica gave him the evil eye and shuffled past him. They were in Hershey's Tavern For Pets. It was packed full of odd creatures of every making. Metallica could have sworn she saw a fire rat in one of the many dark corners of the wood built store. The rat just burst into flames as a normal rat drew near. She stared at it wide eye. "Fine, just promise me that you will not, under any circumstances, buy a toad as a pet."

She turned to him with an evil smile. "Why, afraid of toads?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I merely loathe the pests. Who on Earth wants to listen to them crock nonstop throughout the day? Honestly, the only thing they are fit for are serving as ingredients in potions."

"Spoken like a true potions teacher."

"Professor, if you are to fit in with this society then you must blend in."

Metallica shook her head. "I've never liked fitting in; too boring and normal for me." She pushed past him towards a small corner without a glimmer of light. A scratching sound drew her near. The noise ceased when she stood in front of it. Her hand, acting on its own, reached into the darkness and gently grabbed the noisemaker. She cradled it in her arms.

Verbatim drew up behind her. "What have you found?" He peeked over her shoulder. "Oh for the love of…are you sure you do not want a cat? There are some nice kittens over there, all meowing for a owner."

"Nope, I think this will do."

"But a…they…oh what's the point? You shall do as you wish of course. I cannot stop you, but are you sure that you want that?"

"Yep." The two-headed black bat with the red stomach fluttered its wings. "I think I'll name you Kitty."

"Honestly?"

"…Maybe…"

Metallica had a week to wait before the being of school. 'Term' as Verbatim so bluntly put it. Not wanting to be behind in magic- Verbatim tried unsuccessfully to assure her that she would not be- she busied herself with reading her books, learning a few things of the wizarding world, and, of course, playing with her bat, which was not named Kitty but Aerosmith. Being who he was, Verbatim did not understand the bat's name, but then, he did not understand Metallica's name either. At the end of the week Verbatim decided that they need to have a 'talk' about certain things. They settled down in the lounge of their hotel over a cup of hot chocolate.

Verbatim looked fairly uncomfortable so Metallica thought it best if she started the conversation off. "This is where you tell me that you ain't going to be so nice at school, ain't it?"

He looked stunned. "Repeat that please?"

She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink. "It's a feeling I got. You're probably a real tough act at school. Can't be show favor to anyone but Slytherins right? That's why you got so mad when we got to Diagon Alley. You ain't supposed to be seen with a muggle born student. Probably ain't supposed to like them neither. Don't bother me none. I'm used to it. Fact probably be better if we pretended we didn't know each other. Don't want anybody given me a hard time 'cause they think I'm some sort of teacher's pet."

He sighed. "I am so very sorry, but yes. That is the way it goes. I did not truly want to come on this mission or become more or less 'friends' with you-"

"Don't make friends."

He looked slightly taken back. "Well yes, so you have said. But I believe you know what I mean. And you are right; it would be better if we pretended not to know each other before term. The other students, most importantly the Slytherins, would strike it against you." He stood up from the table. "Now that we settled the matter, it is off to bed with you. You will be boarding the train and arriving at Hogwarts tomorrow. Best to be awake for all of that." He walked away without another word. Metallica sipped her chocolate, spilling some as her hand started to shake. She would never admit that it was because of nerves because Metallica McLeod never got nervous and she certainly never got scared. Not for anything, even a new world.