So, when rereading my prologue I realized that I completely forgot to put a disclaimer so here it goes.

Disclaimer: I do not on Harry Potter or any Harry Potter characters, places, ideas that you may recognize.

And now...on to the story

Chapter One: Siblings, wake-up calls, and neighbors Oh My!

People tend to say I have a temper, I mean sure I can be a little violent (a little?), and I might swear a little bit (might?). Ah..who am I kidding...i can be a real bitch sometimes, but its not my fault. Well, maybe it is but still! Anyway, you probably want to know who your talking to, and by that no I do not mean my name. I am a short (its irritating), dark red haired, pale skinned, freckled girl with Dark (almost black) blue eyes. Which in my opinion are lovely...um..that sounded kind-of vain...moving on! (only slightly though, I am very pretty, I have no reason to deny it.)

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I have three siblings, Tristen (the oldest), Andrew (the second oldest), and Lilac (only two years older than me, the third oldest). And if I'm honest they are all so annoying! The only one I really get along with is Tristenand sometimes andy-drew! But Tristen, (and andrew) is rarely home. Its not that I don't love the fact that he is away at school learning a happy but, I just miss him. When it comes to Lilac...well...Lilac can be a bit...off like she has a illness or something, she just...is..kind-of strange. But, as strange as she is she can blabber on about boys and make-up with her psycho friends all the time! It's as though she doesn't have a Freakn' off button. I mean really that girl is nuts, and is not nearly as pretty as she thinks she is! No one should have axcess to as much pink as she does. Too make matters worse she always tries to dress me up like i'm her personal doll! Ugh! That girl drives me up the wall and there to stay! Heaven knows how that girl got into Ravenclaw

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When it comes to Andrew, it not really the fact that we can't get along, its more or less the fact that he doesn't want to deal with having his "baby-sister" around to embarrass him. HA! Like I would waste my time, and amazing company embarrassing him. I have much more important things to do than waste my time talking about all the stupid things he does.(Not that he does a lot of stuff like that its more saving my ego than anything else, I mean who am I kidding his friends love me. They seem to think i'm the cutest little thing! Ha! For Ravenclaws they sure are stupid!

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Now, time for a little background on me just so you know whats going on I am ten years old (turning eleven in two days, and don't you forget it!). Now when I turn eleven I will be getting a letter to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ( hopefully). I am a four feet tall (aww dammit grow taller!) and what one would call pureblooded ( not that it matters at all). Of course, me and my family don't hold with all the nonsense most of the other pure bloods do, and to be honest in all technicalities I'm not even a pureblood, i'm a "half- breed".Half vampire (but, I don't have a taste for blood or anything like that really, man vampires are so sterotyped!) and a quarter siren (and no we don't eat people! Another stupid sterotype!).What does your blood mater...answer: absolutely nothing. Anyway, I suppose I can be a bit odd by most people's opinions but its not my fault I am "as clumsy as a blind ostrich" or that I swear a lot or that i'm really short. I just am! You can't change me! I like to be different! Haha! Take that society!

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" Annie!" a boy's voice rang out through the open Annie been in a rational, awake, state she would have connected the voice and the boy whom was climbing through her open window as her next door neighbor, and best friend Jams Potter. But as Annie was currently neither rational nor awake
she acted before she thought, which, resulted in a black-eye for James and a throbbing fist for Annie.

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As i'm sure you can see I am a bit of a crazy person, dark red which is synonym for temper in my family , the dark blue eyes that are said to bring luck to those who inheirate them, I was vain sometimes, but I couldn't always help it. When I was younger the other kids either treated me like the plague or bullied me into submission. I savored in the complaments and praise, beacause to me it seemed rare. These days people would have never expected me to be bullied when I was younger, probably the opposite infact. Oh, and poor poor James, he always was my punching bag from day one. I took it upon myself to deflate his big head and thought that hitting him would achieve the best results.

Now, enough of my rambling, I shall continue now I think...