Caroline sat in class and stared out of the window. She turned in her seat and looked at the decorations in the room. There was a large cauldron at the front of the class, and row beyond row of jars filled with eye of newt, or tongue of eel. This was Caroline's favorite class, usually, but today was an exception. Lately, her father had been corresponding with the British Ministry of Magic about Lord Voldemort. These are dangerous times, she thought calmly to herself.

"I can't wait for the holidays" she said out loud to no one in particular.

"What Ms. Howerd? Do you have a comment?" asked Mrs. Periwinkle, head of the potions department at The Salem Witches Institute in Boston, Massachusetts.

"Nothing, sorry ma'am" replied Caroline with a large sigh.

Caroline continued to gaze at the walls, when suddenly the large, wooden door, flew open with a slam. "Caroline Howerd!" said a fierce and fiery voice. "Report to my office at once" screamed Mr. Garcia, the headmaster of the school.

"What the fuck did I do?" said Caroline in an undertone.

Caroline rose slowly from her nice and comfortable chair and proceeded slowly to follow Mr. Garcia to his office. She walked down the winding halls, deeper and deeper until finally she came to a halt in front of a portrait of a sheep.

" Cheesy fish sticks" she said out loud to the pear.

The pear swung open and allowed her to enter. She proceeded up a long, twisting, gothic staircase and reached another door where she calmly knocked.

"Enter" said Mr. Garcia. "Yes, you called on me" said Caroline loudly. "I have received notice from your father of your transfer to Hogwarts, it is to be effective immediately" he replied, matching her outrageously loud tone.

"What do you mean, 'effective immediately'?" she said calmly. "You are to travel via floo powder to Hogwarts this minute, your bags have already been packed and I see that all affairs are in order."

"But there's a six hour time change" she replied in mock amusement.

"I know, you will join them for dinner."

"Arrgh… but I've just entertained my breakfast, I hardly feel ready for dinner in a weird country. Have you seen how those people use their utensils?" she said.

"Yes, but you must learn to adapt, my dear" finished Mr. Garcia.

"But I…" began Caroline

"Alright, I see that it is time for you to go. Have a nice trip my dear. Don't come back too soon, ya' hear?" replied Mr. Garcia swiftly.

Caroline took the floo powder, a large amount in the hopes that Mr. Garcia would have an allergy attack. She threw it into the fire, and slowly stepped in. "Hogwarts!" she said firmly.

Suddenly Caroline was absorbed in a whirl of green light, she felt incredibly nauseous and was about to gag when she was thrown forcibly to the ground.

"Damn floo powder!" she screamed.

She looked up and found herself in a strange hall. It was incredibly cold, and the sun was just beginning to set. She looked around her and saw her suitcase, a rolling one; rolling suitcases were incredibly fashionable in the wizarding world of Boston.

She stood up slowly, brushed the dirt from her designer jacket and skirt and looked at her broken nails. "There better be something good here for me or I'm suing."

She grabbed her suitcase and began to roll it down the hall. She wasn't quite sure were she was going, so she headed towards the sound of children laughing. She passed a large staircase and stopped in front of two large doors that were closed. She could hear a man talking, so she tried to open the door, perhaps she could get directions from the man she thought. The door was incredibly heavy, so Caroline, being the impatient person she was, yelled "Ouvert si tu m'aime", the large door sung open and crashed against the wall. All noise in the large room ceased. Hundreds of children stared at her with inquisitive eyes. She entered, pulling her rolling book bag and proceeded to walk right up to the head table where a man with a long, white beard was sitting.

"Ahh, Caroline. I am albus Dumbledore. How nice to see you finally. You have arrived just in time for the sorting. Professor McGonagall will you please inform Caroline of the procedures and bring her back for sorting."

"Hullo, my dear. I am Professor McGonagall, I am the head of Gryffindor house. I have been informed that you were not aware of this transfer."

"It has been a bit sudden" admitted Caroline.

"Well, I assure you that Hogwarts will be up to your standards. I understand that you have already surpassed the normal classes that fifth years take at this school. I am afraid that we cannot move you out of your age group, so you must bear with us for a year."

"Certainly" said Caroline with great relish.

"But, I am afraid that you have not been informed of one of our customs. Here, at Hogwarts, witches and wizards are required to use wands. I know that you are not used to that custom, but I would appreciate it if you would try to learn and use the wand."

" I have to use that stick?" Caroline cried in dismay as she looked at the wand that the professor was handing to her.

"Yes dear. I am sorry, I know that you are a bit unhappy, but I assure you that you will enjoy your stay at Hogwarts. Let us return to the Great Hall so that you can be sorted."

"Fine" said Caroline with a grumpy look on her face.

Caroline and Professor McGonagall proceeded to the Great Hall where the sorting was beginning to take place. Caroline watched sadly as the smaller witches and wizards tried on the hat one at a time. Each time the sorting hat screamed out a house that house clapped happily. Caroline stood awkwardly in the middle of these little people. She knew she stood out, and she was proud of it!

Caroline liked to be different and she knew that at this school she was definitely going to be different. Her dark brown hair and eyes stood out in the sea of blondes. Her designer leather jacket and short skirt made a statement to the guys. Her french manicure, the one she had spent so much money on, made her stand out. There was nothing about her that didn't make her stand out.

Caroline gazed around the hall. She looked at the bewitched ceiling, with the floating candles in awe. She looked at the walls, the banners, and all the decorations until finally her eyes met with a boy, a blond one, about her age.

Mmmm.. he is fine, thought Caroline to herself.

Draco Malfoy jumped when the doors swung open. Crabbe and Goyle both laughed at him until he told them to shut up. He watched, just as the rest of the hall did, as the girl walked in. She was the most beautiful thing Draco had ever seen. She had long, tan, legs. Lustrous, dark, hair, and a body like he had never seen before. He had to have this one he thought to himself.

***

Harry Potter jumped when the large doors slammed against the wall, so did Malfoy, he acknowledged. He saw a beautiful girl walk in, prettier than Cho, prettier than any girl at Hogwarts.

Her sleek, smooth, and tan legs, were beautiful. Her skirt was the perfect length, not too long, not too short. She moved gracefully and took long, confident strides.

Harry felt a tightening in his pants, so he suddenly cleared his throat and sat up straight. This can't be good, he thought to himself.

***

Caroline approached the raggedy old hat and took a deep breath. She placed it on her head and the hat began to talk.

"Hmm.. a very nice mind, I see" said the hat. "Duh" said Caroline out loud, much to the amusement of the hall. "Witty also. Not afraid of many things. I say.. SLYTHERIN!" finished the hat.

A roar came from the Slytherin table. Caroline turned, and gave the blond boy a smile. She approached the blond boy, who pushed two big oafs out of the way, and sat down cordially next to him.