When people see me in the street they all stop and stare. I don't just mean polite staring but full on pointing and gasping. That's because I'm known as The Girl Who Lived.

It all started when I was admitted to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I was living in Australia at the time and I was in year 9. I had just gotten into trouble, again, and was getting a long lecture from the principle. "Don't do this and you did that" was all I heard as I tried to keep myself from falling asleep. The warm rays coming in from the nearby window were lulling me into a daze.

Deciding that I had had enough of this lecture I went to stand up. Upon doing so my principal (who shall remain nameless) became enraged and started ranting and raving to no end until he lost his voice. And when I say lost I mean physically misplaced. Hurrying out of there before anyone could pin it on me I was ambushed by a group of men and knocked unconscious.

A few days later when I finally woke up I was placed in a chair and interrogated for days upon end. All the men's questions seemed to contain the words "decree for underage wizardry", "Expelled" and "Azkaban". Not knowing what they were talking about I could not answer any of their questions, which annoyed them to no end. Then this old guy with a white beard came into the room and told them to leave me alone. Well, I automatically took a liking to this old guy. He saved me from being bored to death after all.

I woke up a few days later in a white room on a cot with blankets that felt like 100% starch. Sighing heavily I began to get up and try to find out where I was. Hearing the noise an old lady bustled over to me making clucking noises with her tongue and forcing me back into bed.

Protesting loudly I continued pushing against her and trying to get up but she wouldn't let me go. Now, I'm not really a hotheaded person but when I don't get my own way I lose it. I go seriously mental. But at least this time I had the heart to warn her first.

Lowering my voice to the tone that everyone who knows me would cower in fright at I said very slowly,

"If you don't let me go and see whoever the hell is in charge here I will have to take physical action. And just let me say that you and I don't want that to happen"

"Whatever you say young lady. I never let a patient tell me what to do and you will now get back into bed." The lady retorted.

Finally losing my cool, calm and collected state I cracked. Fly-kicking the lady in the stomach I yelled

"LOOK LADY. I DON'T TAKE KINDLY TO NOT BEING LISTENED TO. I DIDN'T TAKE THIS KINDA CRAP FROM MY PARENTS AND IM NOT ABOUT TO TAKE IT FROM YOU. NOW IF YOU DON'T TAKE ME TO WHOEVER CAN GIVE ME ANSWERS HERE I WILL HAVE TO KNOCK YOU UNCONCIOUS AND FIND THEM FOR MYSELF!"

Doubled over with pain she tried to speak but she failed miserably. About to try to get answers out of her a tall, dark man standing in the shadow of the doorway stopped me with his glare.

"Damn" I thought, "He has a glare to rival mine." Instead of voicing my thoughts I decided to approach him with a "Hi Mr. Creepy Guy.

Then he spoke, "I would let you continue Miss but somehow I don't think the headmaster would take very kindly to having his nurse beat up"

Immediately he struck me as an Ice King.

"Okay. So I heard one thing from your speech, I'm at a school. But it must be a boarding school because I know that my high school definitely didn't have a fully staffed hospital." I said.

"My, my, my" he retorted "We have smart-alec on our hands. Obviously you don't know whom you're dealing with. I am Professor Snape. I teach Potions here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Am I supposed to be impressed or quaking in my boots? And you teach what at where and huh?" I spat, being my usual sarcastic self.

"Hmmmm. A muggle." he pondered aloud "Albus really has gone off the deep end"

Dragging him back to reality I fixed him with my most powerful glare and demanded him to take me to this headmaster person before I kick his arse. With a smirk on his face he did just that and it was at that moment I was glad I had the childhood I did. I could take on anybody.

Leading me to the headmaster person his jacket thingy kept doing this swish thing which reminded me of a vampire. Not wanting to be eaten or anything, brilliant ole me piped up and asked him if he was, in fact, a vampire. After scowling at me he replied "And what if I am?" Not wanting to be outdone I fixed my trademark smirk on my face and retorted,

"Well, maybe I've seen too many episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or maybe I'm just delusional but I think I would then have to poof you"

Looking at me with a piercing glare he replied, "And what would you care about my sexual orientations?" Muttering to myself about stupid Brits we walked in silence until we reached this ugly stone gargoyle. Unsure of what to do next I stood while he said some funny word (Lolly Gobble Bliss Bombs) and a huge staircase was revealed. It was at that moment I realised I could safely say that this was the weirdest day of my life.