Here is a marauder's tale. The main character is Clarissa Days, a 15 year old girl. She has She at first doesn't know that she is a witch. Then her parents tell her. When she goes to Hogwarts things happen. This is all I going to say about it. Please read.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters for JK Rowling does. I am just borrowing them for my stories.

Ch 2

I trudged back down the stairs. As I entered the living room, I saw my mum and dad sitting and talking. My dad was twirling his wand around between his fingers. I coughed a little to

announce my presence. When they saw me, they smiled. Mum nodded to me to sit in between her and Dad. I quietly sat between them and waited for the new. What would they tell me?

The reason why I got the letter to a mysterious school, I knew knew about? Why, I never got to see my brother, during the school days and only at break?

"Clarissa dear, your father and I have something to tell you." mum said calmly, looking at the letter that I received. I sighed when she looked at my letter. So it is about why I got the letter

then.

"Is it about the letter?" I whispered looking down at the parchment letter, I still had in my hand.

"I'm afraid it is," Dad answered, "You are a witch, and your brother is a wizard."

I sat down on a chair with a thump. "So that means that you guys are wizards and witches too?" Both of them nodded.

"And your wand is actually a wand?" I suddenly had a flashback to when I was 7 years old.

-Flashback-

"Daddy!"

"Clariey bear, what is it?"

"Daddy can I ask you for a wish, since you have a magic wand?" I remember that my dad laughed and pulled out his wand and handed it to me.

"Ok what do you wish for?" He asked.

"I want to be just like you one day!" I had whispered into his ears as I nestled into his arms.

"We shall see, we shall see," was all he said.

-Flashback ended-

"That is also true," Dad chuckled. Now I really can't believe my eyes or my ears. So my wish did come true after 8 years.

"So that is why I have really strange powers," My powers were indeed strange. I could change the color to anything inside the house with just a single touch.

"That is also, also true," Mom added with a smile.

"It is also the reason why I don't get to see Jake at all during the last 17 years?" Mum and Dad's smiles disappeared.

"Honey, I'm afraid we're not suppose to talk about that." Dad explained softly.

"Why not?" I complained, "I want to know!"

"You will know later, in time." Mum continued calmly.

"YOU guys are soo unfair, the only thing you will tell me is that my brother is a WEREWOLF, and I already knew that!" I said getting up and ran up the stairs and into my room.

"Clarie, please come down," a new voice pleaded. I registered, the voice as my brother, Jake's. I hesitated. How could I refuse him? He was my buddy, my companion for the last 15 years.

Could I really just make him go away? I decided that I really didn't want to talk to him, and that was my big mistake, that I soon realized a little later.

"Go away Jake, I'm not in the mood," I replied. I heard him plead a little more about not leaving until he said good bye to me. But I ignored him and soon he stalked away with a soft growl

and headed out the door. I didn't realize that, that would be the last thing I ever said to him. For I never saw him for the rest of the summer, and I would never see him again.