Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters. Kiara, Charlie, Jay, Pokey, Chelz, Nikka, Loki, and Kiara's mom, however are mine.

CHAPTER 1: The Party of Cries and Good-byes

Ever since I was 11 years old, I've gone to the Salem Magic Academy in Massachusetts, U.S. which I loved. But, when I was sixteen I had to drop my whole life to move to England. And why? Because some A-hole who claims to be my father had found where we lived. You see, my mom ran from England, and him, while she was pregnant with me. Im not sure why, but I know he wasn't a 'nice' person. Oh, I forgot; I am Kiara Lesto. And I'm a 'pureblood' witch, as if that shit matters to me.

I turned and saw my reflection in my French doors. I'm pretty skinny. I have that pale look that most Goths go for. I have light blue eyes but violet with my contacts on, and black hair that is shorter in front and has red tips.

I have so many friends there, it really sucked to be leaving. I left my balcony and went back inside and looked at the clock, 11:55, five more minutes. I was sneaking out to go to a party. I didn't care that my mom would be pissed, it was her fault for ruining my life anyway. I should enjoy my last night with my friends. I grabbed my messenger bag and packed some things. I had just put on my Illig buckle and grommet skirt and a black corset top and finished tying my boot laces when a horn honked. I walked down the balcony steps and hopped in.

We drove to the party. As soon as we entered the bass made my whole body vibrate. I smiled at the booming rock music. We saw the host of the party, a friend from school, his parents went off to Alabama to visit some relatives. "Hey Charlie." I called.

He looked over and smiled, "Hey, Key, so you came after all."

"Hells yeah, you don't think I'd miss the last of your wonderful parties did you?"

He laughed, "No, not really. I still can't believe your leaving me." he pouted.

I hugged him, "I still see you guys over the summer. I promise I'll come back."

"You had better" he said hugging me back.

While at the party Jay and my other friends got totally wasted. But I refused to drink. I'll have a mudslide, or something like that, but I so rarely drunk. I was sitting on Charlie's lap as he raised his third beer to his lips. I snatched it away from him. "Alright Charlie, you've had enough."

"Dude, Key, it's only my third."

"Yeah, and that will turn into five. You're already legally drunk. Please take my advice. I really don't want to spend my last night here grieving for dead friends." I said sending him on a guilt trip.

He sighed, "Okay, your right. Thanks Key." He hugged me.

"Yeah, well what will you do without me?" I looked at my watch, 2:00. "Shit, I got to get back home. Charlie will you drive me?"

He nodded, "Yeah, but why don't you apaperate or use floo powder?"

"My mother's proofed the house," I replied.

"I'll leave a note for them."

"Thanks Charlie, I'll miss you." I leaned over and hugged him as we pulled up to my house.

"I'll miss you too. Here…" he pulled back from the hug and got out and went to his trunk. He pulled out a guitar and handed it to me. It was black and had purple and blue flames on it.

"Charlie!" I said as I started to cry. Charlie's the only one who's ever seen me cry, we've been friends forever. I hugged him tightly, "I'm going to miss you so much!"

He hugged me back, "I know, I'll miss you too, Kiara. Promise to write?"

I nodded and stepped back and wiped my tears away, "Yeah, every week. Bye Charlie, tell the others I said bye and that I'll miss them."

He, then took off his leather trench-coat and handed it to me.

I didn't take it. "Charlie, no, I'm not going to take your trench away from you!"

"You're not taking it away. I'm giving it to you. Kiara, take it. I have one from you at home. I want you to have one from me."

My lip trembled as I took it from him and I was hit by another wave of tears. I hugged him tightly and he hugged me back.

"Kiara, don't forget about me, okay? No matter how much better your new friends will be, don't forget about me." He said, his voice shaking.

"Charlie, we've known each other forever. There's no way in hell I'd forget you!" I stated, a little astounded that he would even think that. I sniffled and pulled back after a minute or so. "I'd better get inside before the Helen-atar goes a-wall."

"Yeah, keep your chin up. And if you start feeling it again, get in touch." With one last smile he left.

I sighed and wiped the tears away from face, mentally scolding myself for crying. I walked up to my doors and went in. I changed into my nightclothes and went to sleep.