A.N. Hey peeps! Here's chapter 2! I was sooo excited when I finished chappie 1 that I just went on with this next 1! Hope you enjoy!

When I arrived in England, it was sunny and the birds were singing, despite the pain in my heart. Maybe this bright, cheerful place was just what I needed. As soon as I left the airport I arrived in medievally village, like in shakespear plays. As people looked at me their mouths fell open, as if they'd never seen a beautiful, American girl before. It was if I was a kind godess who had come to give grace and beauty to the mortals.

I ran into the village shop, my pink suitcase still in my hand, and peered at the boy behind the counter through my sunglasses. He seemed even more shocked than the other peasants, and no wonder – he was uglier than most of them as well.

"Do you know the way to Hogwarts?" I asked, and his mouth opened further still, probably due to the musical beauty of my voice. I sighed, shaking out my lushious purple hair in annoyance at his stupidity. His face went even stupider and uglyier.

"Errr there is no such place in good fine England my Lady. It sounds like a place from the merry north of Scotland." The old man behind the ugly boy replied. He had a bowtie and suspeneders and looked like a proper English gentleman. I thanked him and then got the first train to Scotland. It took 3 days to get there, because there were some crashes because of poor weather and trees falling and other accidents.

When I arrived in Scotland, it was snowy, even though it was the middle of the summer. It was very beautiful, almost as much as me, but not quite. I walked up the small cobbled street until I found a sign saying 'HOGSMEAD THIS WAY". It sounded a bit like Hogwarts, so I decided to follow it for a bit. I dragged my pink suitcase along, until I met a boy who offered to carry it for me. It was really heavy, so I was glad to have someone else. He followed me and eventually we arrived at Hogmeed.

There were lots of fancy looking clothes shops, so I decieed to go shoping to cheer myself up. I brought lots of expensive dresses and funy dressing gown things that they called robes and skirt and blouses and they accepted my card, but were confused by the fact that it had the American Presidents signature on the back. I gave all of the bags to the boy, who said his name was Neville (AN Neville will be important, so don't forget him! ). We went up a path and he said it led to the school.

"Why are you at school if it's the holidays?" I asked him, a cute look of confusion on my face. Neville sighed, and looked emo for a moment.

"My parents are dead and hate my gran, so Dumblydor said I could stay at school over the holidays. It's great, but really lonely. Maybe we can be friends?" he said, looking depressively hopeful.

I sighed and turned away. I knew that he'd try to get with me at some point, but I didn't think it would be so soon. He just wasn't my type though. I needed strong and powerful to look after me, not this awkward looking boy. His expression reminded me of a puppy. An ugly puppy, but a puppy all the same. I couldn't be too mean to him. "Look Neville, I'm sure you're lovely but I just lost my unknown sister and my daddys are in jail. I don't have space in my heart for a boyfriend."

"Oh no no no!" said Neville, shaking his head and laughing awkwardly. "I didn't mean to be your boyfriend, your far too… lovely for someone as pitiful as me." I didn't like the way he looked me up and down, but at least he was honest. "I just need a friend right now."

"Just a… friend?" I said.

I'd never had many close friends, especially not friends who were boys. I'm not sure it would suit me.

"I'm sorry Neville," I said, shatting his dreams again. "But I don't think that would work."

"Youre just like her then," ssaid Neville, surprisingly venomous as he turned away from me.

"Like who?"

"Like Hermione! You're her twin, I can see that. She didn't want to be my friend either. No one wants to be friends with poor, stupid Neville."

To be perfectly honest I could see why. He was really ugly and not that intelligent. But he was really pitiful, and I felt really sorry for him. His sorrows touched my black and unloved heart. But his hateful words about my sister pierced it horribly. I decided I would just play it safe for now, but some bitching may be needed later to pay back the comments about Hermione.

"I guessed I could be your friend. Only for the summer though, because it might ruining my chances to make friends if they knew I was friends with you." I sighed in despair at the thought of being his friend, but at least I had a minion. I LOLed at that thought.

Neville sighed, but nodded and we continued walking.

When we got to Hogwarts I gasped at the size of it. It was almost as big as Daddies house, but it was older and uglier than our house. We walked up the driveway and I wondered how long it would be before the red convertible (AN I don't know anything about cars, but it's like Rosalie's car in the movies) I had ordered arrived. I hope they have somewhere I can park it. Sadly, there was no where that I could park. There were no cars to be seen anywhere. What kind of fancy school was this if no one could afford a car. Neville was talking to me about something as we walked together, but I wasn't paying attention. Maybe there would be other boys to fall head over heels in love with me at the school. They'd probably be much better looking than Neville as well. It didn't take much to be better looking than Neville.

"Neville, I have to tell you something if we're going to be friends." I said, stopping in my tracks.

"What is it?" Neville asked as he struggled to hold onto my bags.

"Im never going to love you I hope you know that," she said "So if that's the only reason that you want to be friends then forget it. Also I'm a half werewolf half vampire."

"That's cool." Neville said.

Suddenly the doors opened and a gorgeous red head ran out. He stopped on the top step. His lushious red hair fluttered in the breeze. It took my breath away to look at him. His deep, meaningful blue eyes almost glowed in the summer sun. One single tear rolled down his sun kissed cheek, and I fort the urge to run and kiss it away. He wore a sexy butten up shirt which he wore open and it flew about in the wind like a cape. He also wore short shorts that flattered his sexy ass. He ran fluidly down the steps towards me and Neville. I couldn't hear what he said because I was distracted by his rippling chest.

"Ron, this is Harmony Midnight Moonshine Cullen-Black. Harmony, this is Ron Weasley. He was Hermione's boyfriend. He's was so upset when he heard." Neville explained, looking oddly annoyed.

Suddenly Ron flung himself into my arms. He was crying heavily and I knew it was because he had lost his one true love. Well, I thought to myself, maybe it's time he found a better one, like me. I know it sounds bitchy, but I'm sure Hermione would agree, even though we never met. It was like she was guiding me, by talking to me from beyond the grave.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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