Disclaimer- this is all mine (except for the mention of hogwarts and diagon alley, JK Rowling owns those.) Everything else is mine MWA HA HA

A/N this is my second fic, and no I haven't forgot about Growing into love, I just wanted to have more than one story, and I had an o.k. Idea. So read and don't forget to review!

~Devilish Rebel

Chapter1- Rude Awakening

"Kaylee," Taylor's whining voice rang through the house.

I rolled over in my bed, not wanting to get up. Taylor was my best friend; he lived right next door, and has for the whole 12 years of my life. He always came over in the morning to make sure I was ready for school, but I normally wasn't even awake.

He opened my door and quietly crept up to my bed, and without warning jumped on it and started tickling me! I screamed and kicked him off the bed and he landed with his head and torso on the ground and feet on my bed, in what looked like a very uncomfortable position. I got out of bed, grabbed a towel and walked calmly into the bathroom without another word to him.

Slipping out of my black tank top and shorts that I normally slept in I looked at myself in the mirror, I was about 5'7" and was fairly slim. My short blonde, bob like, hair was recently died black with the tips blue. I was very pale, not loving sun.

I got in the shower and let the warm water cascade down my body, and 45 minutes later I got out. After drying myself, I put on a bra and underwear and then wrapped my towel around my body and walked through the door to my adjoining room. I looked at the floor; Taylor wasn't there anymore, he must've gone downstairs and got breakfast ready. I looked at my digital clock; the numbers flashed 7:45. Damn Taylor, woke me up a half hour early!

I picked out my clothes for the day, a black skirt and black, rubberyish tank top with a black net cardigan. I put on the skirt, then let the towel fall. I was about to put my shirt on when I heard a voice.

"Damn Kaylee, giving me a peep-show now, eh?" Taylor laughed and gave a smug grin. He was 13, about my height, with light brown hair that was tipped blond. He was the object of affection for most girls I knew. I gasped and threw my shirt on. I turned around and walked over to him, pushing him out of the way and grabbing my cross (it was silver with a ruby on the four ends and a dragon with emerald eyes winding around it)

I went downstairs and looked at the pile of mail on my table. There were a couple fliers and 2 letters written on yellowish paper with emerald ink. I read the names. One was for Mr. Taylor Adams and the second was for Kaylyyn Baraz (Kaylyyn was my real name, Kaylee being my nickname) I yelled up to Taylor.

"Taylor get your butt down here, there is a letter for you!" I opened my letter and after glancing down it once, burst into fits of giggles.

"What's up with you? You look like you just saw barney walking down the street in a tutu!" Taylor exclaimed as he grabbed his letter off the table. And after reading it, he too burst into laughter. They were acceptance letters to some school on "witchcraft and wizardry", what a load of rubbish!

I looked down at the letter one last time before looking at the clock in the kitchen, 8:07 then I looked at the calendar, it was Saturday! Taylor got me up at 6:50 for nothing! I glanced at him, and then without warning I jumped at him, tackling him to the ground.

"Woah Kaylee, did ya catch a form of rabies or is it just me?" Taylor joked and I attacked him again and we burst into laughter for the second time that day. I lay on the carpet giggling to myself when I heard the doorbell ring.

Pulling myself up I walked to the door, there was a guy, who looked about 24 or 25 standing on the patio.

"Uh, is this Kaylyyn Barraz's home?" the guy said. My mom wasn't home now (she worked on Friday-Tuesday.) so I was surprised there were any visitors.

"Ya, I'm Kaylyyn, why?" I replied, all happiness drowned from my voice.

"I was told to make sure that you and someone named Taylor came to diagon alley with me next weekend for your school supplies." He answered me, looking very nervous.

"O.k. umm. I don't know what planet you're from, but I buy my school stuff at staples or wal-mart, not diagon alley." I was very fed-up with the weirdness of this; it must have been a prank that Taylor thought he'd get a kick out of.

"I knew you weren't going to believe me, but let me show you something." He stuck his hand in a large bag and fished around for a minute before pulling out a fancy looking stick.

"Wow, impressive, look, the daycare is down the street, maybe they would enjoy your magic trick, but I prefer to stick with gothic crap, thank you very much." The sarcastic edge in my voice was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

He did some little swishy thing with the stick and said "accio water", and before I knew it, a glass of water was zooming past my head from the kitchen into his outstretched hand.

"O.K. What the hell was that crap?" you could sense my nervousness.

"Kaylee, what the hell is taking so long?" Taylor walked into the entryway.

"This kid just made a glass of water float with a stick." Again letting the sarcasm creep into my voice.

"Petrificus Totalus." Again, with a wave of his wand, pointed towards Taylor, some blue thing jumped from the wand and hit Taylor, making him go rigid and fall flat on his back, feet together and hands to his sides. The guy muttered some counter curse and Taylor stood up again, rubbing his neck.

"Now do you believe me?" he asked, rather annoyed at my un-willingness to oblige, but hey, I was only 12 and this guy was trying to say I was a witch! How freakish is that?

"Sure, where is this die a gone place anyways? I asked, shifting where I stood, all confidence out the window. I mean sure, I have done some Wicca, and that turned out all right, but real witchcraft- well that's a whole new matter entirely.

"Just meet me at the pub downtown on next Saturday at noon. With that he turned around and, upon seeing no one at 8:25 on a Saturday morning he disappeared into thin air.

"Well that was odd," Taylor exclaimed, stating the obvious.