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I, Ashleigh Cox, was being forced against my will to move to England, a place I didn't know well or liked. I wanted to stay in America but that was well near impossible. We had to move because I was kicked out of my school. I and a few of my EX-friends played a joke but it turned into more than that. The victim of our humor had died. It was just as much my fault than the rest. I knew what they were doing was wrong and yet I couldn't stop them. My Ex-boyfriend, Alex had egged me on, to be a part of the joke. He entranced me, so naturally I did what he said. In the end, I was the only one who was caught and expelled. My dad and I talked about it all, he knew that I was guilty and believed me. He also understood the fact that I wouldn't give the rest of those involved up. We were going to move to New York but he had gotten a call from my great great grandfather. Evidently it was a job opportunity, so my dad took it. He told me we would have to move to England. England! God, my life has gotten so fucked up.
After a summer filled with Wizard community service (meant no wand to help me out), we headed to England. I was going to meet my Great Great Grandfather. I had never met any of my family. I often felt like an orphan. My mom died a few years back and she didn't have any family. She was the true orphan I loved my mom. She was beautiful and full of life. I had learned so much from her and now I am 16 and leaving the only place I knew and I wouldn't have the comfort of our house to help me through those long nights that I sat up thinking about her. My dad's parents were dead before I was born and the only family he had left was his great grandfather and great uncle. They were OLD! Around a 140 years old.
Our new house was smaller then the one I was used to. It was a two bedroom and it had a small kitchen and living room. A big study (to my father and I's advantage), and a huge basement. My father would be using the basement for his job he was an alchemist.
"Dad, I hate this place." I stated. We were setting out tea and cookies for their arrival.
"Please, Ashleigh, give it a try. Sweetheart, I need you to give it a try. For both of us." He said. I sighed deeply and nodded, the doorbell rang. I wanted so bad to retreat to my room. I heard the rustle of cloaks and two men appeared in the living room. I was reading a book, looking busy.
"Ashleigh, I would like you to meet, your great great grandfather and uncle." He said and I looked up. Both men were tall and had white beards. They looked identical. They had the same blue eyes, but one man's eyes were twinkling from behind his half moon glasses.
"Nice to meet you." I said in squeaky voice, I hated my voice when I was intimidated.
"No, my dear, it is out pleasure to meet you. I haven't seen you since you were a baby." the man with half moon glasses said. I didn't recognize this man at all. I assumed he was my grandfather.
"I'm your great great uncle. Call me Dumbledore. Actually, Professor Dumbledore." He said. I nodded. This guy was a college professor, I wonder if his classes were boring.
"Ashleigh, Dumbledore, is the head master at Hogwarts." My dad said. It didn't register in my mind. Ok, Hogwarts. What the big deal? I wondered.
"Hogwarts is where you will be attending, for your schooling. We have been over this." He said again. And this it hit me with full force. My great great uncle was in charge of my NEW school. Oh god, this is going to be torture, I thought. My great great Grandfather watched me with intense eyes. He seemed to be studying something or me.
"Oh. Ok" I said and I sat back down because the rest had done the same thing. I sat there and day dreamed about what the school would be like as I read my book. I was excused shortly after, school started tomorrow. Uncle Dumbledore and my grandfather gave me a hug and said good night and good luck.
"I'll be up there later to check on you. So go to sleep. I'll wake you up in the morning." He said. I nodded and made my way up stairs. My uncle was headmaster of the school I was going to. My fifth year was going to be so different. Am I even caught up with everyone else? If I'm not will they put my in a grade lower? What will happen when I get there? I obviously have a different accent then them. Maybe I just shouldn't talk for a while. I looked at the big trunk that I would have to take. I had packed all my clothes, American muggle clothes. Now I needed to pack things I would need to survive. I threw my wallet in and pushed it down deep on the side. I didn't want anyone stealing my money. I grabbed about 15 books and started to arrange them so they wouldn't get messes up. I was a huge bookworm, one of the hugest. I collected books; other wizards collected other interesting things. I collected muggle and wizard books. Next I had my make-up and my jewelry. How different is the American and English jewelry? I had a necklace from Hawaii; it was made out of a part of rock pieces. My photo album with pictures of my mom, dad and me was carefully placed between two of my thickest sweatshirts. They were black and orange, with a hood and pocket on the front. I also packed a few sweat suits, 6 pairs of shorts, 8 pairs of jeans, 12 shirts, 4 long sleeve shirts, (all very American style) and a denim jacket. The jacket belonged to my first boyfriend, Conner. He died with his parents in an accident in London on vacation. Come to think of it, the reason I hated England so much was because I lost two of my most loved ones here. My mom died in an accident on her way to her old friends house and Conner and his parents were in the wrong place at the wrong time. A tear ran down my face as I eyed the jacket, I missed Conner so much; he was my first love, my first for everything. I had given myself to him, and vice versa. The reason I went out with Alex was to get my mind off of Conner. But late at night I still found myself longing to be in his arms. I will never find love again. Ever. I brushed that memory and thought out of my head, back to packing I told myself.
I needed my music; I had just bought 8 new CD's before I left America. I packed my CD player and my Cd's. I needed my music. I even played the keyboard and guitar; I used to play the clarinet but decided that it was too elementary. I packed my plush toy into the trunk, I was running out of room, I needed to pack my duck plush toy he gave me comfort. I quickly muttered spell to enlarge my trunk to make it deeper without someone noticing. I packed my pillow into trunk also; I needed the familiar smell in there. I packed my necessities, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, tooth brush, etc. etc. I needed one last thing though, my mom's perfume, I always used her perfume, and it was in my dad's room. I snuck out of my room; they were still talking in the living room. I caught part of their conversation.
"He is getting stronger and he has more followers now. We need to take more action. Abbie was very brave and very strong, she stood up against Voldermort, almost killing him, and she died herself. We need you." Dumbledore's voice echoed through the house. Abbie? Wasn't that my mom? My mom's name was Abigail Elizabeth, that's where I got part of my name. Ashleigh Corrine Abigail Elizabeth Cox. My dad chose Ashleigh Corrine and my mom chose Abigail Elizabeth. She figured if guys can name their sons after them, then she could name her daughter after her.
"Ok, I will, but I have to make sure that Ashleigh will be safe is anything happens. She is a very powerful girl, just like her mother and I know she can take care of herself but I don't want her to an orphan, that's all." He said. I could hear him sniffle. What were they talking about? Leaving me? Why would my dad leave me? What would happen to cause him to leave me?
"I will make sure that she will not be an orphan, I will take her in myself. Protect her. And I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't like her mother, she looks exactly like her." Her grandfather said.
What were they talking about?!?! I wondered as I went into my dads room, he had boxes all over, even though some of them were un packed. my mom's box was open on his bed. I looked through it; my dad must have been rummaging through it for something. I found the perfume; it was in an old bottle, my mom had bought it from a wizarding community. The perfume filled up to the top every time it was all gone. There was an endless supply. I slowly walked back to my room, my dad's footsteps were heard coming up the stairs, and I needed to get into my room fast. I ran in there quickly but quietly. I closed the door and put the bottle in my trunk. I put an unbreakable charm on it and closed the top. I jumped under my covers and closed my eyes. The door slowly creaked open, my dad's head popped in. He came in and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you sweetheart," he said. I love you too Daddy. I said silently. I was supposed to be sleeping, not last minute packing.
"Ashleigh. Ashleigh. ASHLEIGH!" my father yelled from the threshold of my door. I lifted my head up an inch off my pillows the clock said 6 AM. I groaned and lay back down. My dad walked in the pulled the covers off of me. My body went with it. He caught me and stood me up.
"Dadddddd." I moaned. I didn't want to go to this new school. I wanted to go back to America, where my friends were. I shifted in my spot it was quite cold. I hated England I hated it. America was so much better. I hated Hogwarts and I hated the people there. Of course I had never met them but that didn't matter. He made me get up and go down stairs for dinner. He usually wasn't up at this time in the morning.
"Dad, I don't want to go." I whined. I was a big baby I admit it. But it was because I was a 16-year-old witch who was going to a new school. Everyone would already have friends and I would be left out. In the last year at my old school I was reaching the peak of popularity and now I was going to be a nobody again. A lot of hard work for nothing.
"Sweetheart... please..." He started.
"I know I know, I will try, but it doesn't mean will like it." I said in a tone full of attitude.
"Well, doesnt matter, i don't care if you don't like it at all. Your going. You got yourself into this mess, you deal with it now." he said. It surprised me that he said this; he never said anything like that before to me.
"I will." I said bitterly. I pushed my breakfast away and left the table. I needed to get ready. I was in the shower, singing...
"I'm so tired of being, suppressed by all these childish feelings.... And it won't leave me alone! These wounds wont seem to heal, this pain is just too real, theres just too much that time cannot erase... And you cry I wipe away all of you tears!" I a sad song for a sad morning. I was once again alone in school. This time, neither Conner nor Izzy were going to be there to help me. I lost my two best friends.
I was getting ready; I wore my flares with orange thread outlining hearts and stars on the butt and legs with my orange shirt that had monkeys on it. Everything was ready, my book in my pocket, and my owl in her cage and my trunk in the car.
"Ok, lets go." he said to me. It was 10 o clock and the train left at 11. We would be there in half an hour. Plenty of time for my to find an empty compartment and sit by myself. My dad stopped in the way there and bought me a coffee. I loved coffee; it was the only thing to keep me awake. I knew a spell to disperse coffee into a cup. I drank it more than tea. Coffee was my morning wake up call.
The train was packed. My dad said good-bye and slipped a note into my hand, I was there half an hour early and it was packed. I wasn't used to a big school. My old school had about 400 people total in it. I found an empty compartment though, it was in the back of the train, and I was getting a lot of stares and felt conscious. I hated to draw attention to myself; no one else was wearing flares and a t-shirt. My school robes were hideous I hated them. The only comfort that came with wearing them was the fact that I could wear my clothes under them. And on weekends I could wear my clothes without the robes. It took me awhile to get the trunk up onto the holder thing. I sat down and sighed. My Uncle told me that I would have to be sorted into a house after the first years. What a way to draw more attention to myself.
The compartment door opened and four boys walked in. They didn't notice me; they put their things on top and next to mine. A boy, about my age, with black hair, blue eyes and broad shoulders finally noticed me. He didn't say a thing he just stared. I thought he was kind of cute; his shoulders reminded me of Conners. I felt a tear weld up in my eyes and I inhaled deeply staring into those big blue irises that looked at me with interest.
I, Ashleigh Cox, was being forced against my will to move to England, a place I didn't know well or liked. I wanted to stay in America but that was well near impossible. We had to move because I was kicked out of my school. I and a few of my EX-friends played a joke but it turned into more than that. The victim of our humor had died. It was just as much my fault than the rest. I knew what they were doing was wrong and yet I couldn't stop them. My Ex-boyfriend, Alex had egged me on, to be a part of the joke. He entranced me, so naturally I did what he said. In the end, I was the only one who was caught and expelled. My dad and I talked about it all, he knew that I was guilty and believed me. He also understood the fact that I wouldn't give the rest of those involved up. We were going to move to New York but he had gotten a call from my great great grandfather. Evidently it was a job opportunity, so my dad took it. He told me we would have to move to England. England! God, my life has gotten so fucked up.
After a summer filled with Wizard community service (meant no wand to help me out), we headed to England. I was going to meet my Great Great Grandfather. I had never met any of my family. I often felt like an orphan. My mom died a few years back and she didn't have any family. She was the true orphan I loved my mom. She was beautiful and full of life. I had learned so much from her and now I am 16 and leaving the only place I knew and I wouldn't have the comfort of our house to help me through those long nights that I sat up thinking about her. My dad's parents were dead before I was born and the only family he had left was his great grandfather and great uncle. They were OLD! Around a 140 years old.
Our new house was smaller then the one I was used to. It was a two bedroom and it had a small kitchen and living room. A big study (to my father and I's advantage), and a huge basement. My father would be using the basement for his job he was an alchemist.
"Dad, I hate this place." I stated. We were setting out tea and cookies for their arrival.
"Please, Ashleigh, give it a try. Sweetheart, I need you to give it a try. For both of us." He said. I sighed deeply and nodded, the doorbell rang. I wanted so bad to retreat to my room. I heard the rustle of cloaks and two men appeared in the living room. I was reading a book, looking busy.
"Ashleigh, I would like you to meet, your great great grandfather and uncle." He said and I looked up. Both men were tall and had white beards. They looked identical. They had the same blue eyes, but one man's eyes were twinkling from behind his half moon glasses.
"Nice to meet you." I said in squeaky voice, I hated my voice when I was intimidated.
"No, my dear, it is out pleasure to meet you. I haven't seen you since you were a baby." the man with half moon glasses said. I didn't recognize this man at all. I assumed he was my grandfather.
"I'm your great great uncle. Call me Dumbledore. Actually, Professor Dumbledore." He said. I nodded. This guy was a college professor, I wonder if his classes were boring.
"Ashleigh, Dumbledore, is the head master at Hogwarts." My dad said. It didn't register in my mind. Ok, Hogwarts. What the big deal? I wondered.
"Hogwarts is where you will be attending, for your schooling. We have been over this." He said again. And this it hit me with full force. My great great uncle was in charge of my NEW school. Oh god, this is going to be torture, I thought. My great great Grandfather watched me with intense eyes. He seemed to be studying something or me.
"Oh. Ok" I said and I sat back down because the rest had done the same thing. I sat there and day dreamed about what the school would be like as I read my book. I was excused shortly after, school started tomorrow. Uncle Dumbledore and my grandfather gave me a hug and said good night and good luck.
"I'll be up there later to check on you. So go to sleep. I'll wake you up in the morning." He said. I nodded and made my way up stairs. My uncle was headmaster of the school I was going to. My fifth year was going to be so different. Am I even caught up with everyone else? If I'm not will they put my in a grade lower? What will happen when I get there? I obviously have a different accent then them. Maybe I just shouldn't talk for a while. I looked at the big trunk that I would have to take. I had packed all my clothes, American muggle clothes. Now I needed to pack things I would need to survive. I threw my wallet in and pushed it down deep on the side. I didn't want anyone stealing my money. I grabbed about 15 books and started to arrange them so they wouldn't get messes up. I was a huge bookworm, one of the hugest. I collected books; other wizards collected other interesting things. I collected muggle and wizard books. Next I had my make-up and my jewelry. How different is the American and English jewelry? I had a necklace from Hawaii; it was made out of a part of rock pieces. My photo album with pictures of my mom, dad and me was carefully placed between two of my thickest sweatshirts. They were black and orange, with a hood and pocket on the front. I also packed a few sweat suits, 6 pairs of shorts, 8 pairs of jeans, 12 shirts, 4 long sleeve shirts, (all very American style) and a denim jacket. The jacket belonged to my first boyfriend, Conner. He died with his parents in an accident in London on vacation. Come to think of it, the reason I hated England so much was because I lost two of my most loved ones here. My mom died in an accident on her way to her old friends house and Conner and his parents were in the wrong place at the wrong time. A tear ran down my face as I eyed the jacket, I missed Conner so much; he was my first love, my first for everything. I had given myself to him, and vice versa. The reason I went out with Alex was to get my mind off of Conner. But late at night I still found myself longing to be in his arms. I will never find love again. Ever. I brushed that memory and thought out of my head, back to packing I told myself.
I needed my music; I had just bought 8 new CD's before I left America. I packed my CD player and my Cd's. I needed my music. I even played the keyboard and guitar; I used to play the clarinet but decided that it was too elementary. I packed my plush toy into the trunk, I was running out of room, I needed to pack my duck plush toy he gave me comfort. I quickly muttered spell to enlarge my trunk to make it deeper without someone noticing. I packed my pillow into trunk also; I needed the familiar smell in there. I packed my necessities, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, tooth brush, etc. etc. I needed one last thing though, my mom's perfume, I always used her perfume, and it was in my dad's room. I snuck out of my room; they were still talking in the living room. I caught part of their conversation.
"He is getting stronger and he has more followers now. We need to take more action. Abbie was very brave and very strong, she stood up against Voldermort, almost killing him, and she died herself. We need you." Dumbledore's voice echoed through the house. Abbie? Wasn't that my mom? My mom's name was Abigail Elizabeth, that's where I got part of my name. Ashleigh Corrine Abigail Elizabeth Cox. My dad chose Ashleigh Corrine and my mom chose Abigail Elizabeth. She figured if guys can name their sons after them, then she could name her daughter after her.
"Ok, I will, but I have to make sure that Ashleigh will be safe is anything happens. She is a very powerful girl, just like her mother and I know she can take care of herself but I don't want her to an orphan, that's all." He said. I could hear him sniffle. What were they talking about? Leaving me? Why would my dad leave me? What would happen to cause him to leave me?
"I will make sure that she will not be an orphan, I will take her in myself. Protect her. And I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't like her mother, she looks exactly like her." Her grandfather said.
What were they talking about?!?! I wondered as I went into my dads room, he had boxes all over, even though some of them were un packed. my mom's box was open on his bed. I looked through it; my dad must have been rummaging through it for something. I found the perfume; it was in an old bottle, my mom had bought it from a wizarding community. The perfume filled up to the top every time it was all gone. There was an endless supply. I slowly walked back to my room, my dad's footsteps were heard coming up the stairs, and I needed to get into my room fast. I ran in there quickly but quietly. I closed the door and put the bottle in my trunk. I put an unbreakable charm on it and closed the top. I jumped under my covers and closed my eyes. The door slowly creaked open, my dad's head popped in. He came in and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you sweetheart," he said. I love you too Daddy. I said silently. I was supposed to be sleeping, not last minute packing.
"Ashleigh. Ashleigh. ASHLEIGH!" my father yelled from the threshold of my door. I lifted my head up an inch off my pillows the clock said 6 AM. I groaned and lay back down. My dad walked in the pulled the covers off of me. My body went with it. He caught me and stood me up.
"Dadddddd." I moaned. I didn't want to go to this new school. I wanted to go back to America, where my friends were. I shifted in my spot it was quite cold. I hated England I hated it. America was so much better. I hated Hogwarts and I hated the people there. Of course I had never met them but that didn't matter. He made me get up and go down stairs for dinner. He usually wasn't up at this time in the morning.
"Dad, I don't want to go." I whined. I was a big baby I admit it. But it was because I was a 16-year-old witch who was going to a new school. Everyone would already have friends and I would be left out. In the last year at my old school I was reaching the peak of popularity and now I was going to be a nobody again. A lot of hard work for nothing.
"Sweetheart... please..." He started.
"I know I know, I will try, but it doesn't mean will like it." I said in a tone full of attitude.
"Well, doesnt matter, i don't care if you don't like it at all. Your going. You got yourself into this mess, you deal with it now." he said. It surprised me that he said this; he never said anything like that before to me.
"I will." I said bitterly. I pushed my breakfast away and left the table. I needed to get ready. I was in the shower, singing...
"I'm so tired of being, suppressed by all these childish feelings.... And it won't leave me alone! These wounds wont seem to heal, this pain is just too real, theres just too much that time cannot erase... And you cry I wipe away all of you tears!" I a sad song for a sad morning. I was once again alone in school. This time, neither Conner nor Izzy were going to be there to help me. I lost my two best friends.
I was getting ready; I wore my flares with orange thread outlining hearts and stars on the butt and legs with my orange shirt that had monkeys on it. Everything was ready, my book in my pocket, and my owl in her cage and my trunk in the car.
"Ok, lets go." he said to me. It was 10 o clock and the train left at 11. We would be there in half an hour. Plenty of time for my to find an empty compartment and sit by myself. My dad stopped in the way there and bought me a coffee. I loved coffee; it was the only thing to keep me awake. I knew a spell to disperse coffee into a cup. I drank it more than tea. Coffee was my morning wake up call.
The train was packed. My dad said good-bye and slipped a note into my hand, I was there half an hour early and it was packed. I wasn't used to a big school. My old school had about 400 people total in it. I found an empty compartment though, it was in the back of the train, and I was getting a lot of stares and felt conscious. I hated to draw attention to myself; no one else was wearing flares and a t-shirt. My school robes were hideous I hated them. The only comfort that came with wearing them was the fact that I could wear my clothes under them. And on weekends I could wear my clothes without the robes. It took me awhile to get the trunk up onto the holder thing. I sat down and sighed. My Uncle told me that I would have to be sorted into a house after the first years. What a way to draw more attention to myself.
The compartment door opened and four boys walked in. They didn't notice me; they put their things on top and next to mine. A boy, about my age, with black hair, blue eyes and broad shoulders finally noticed me. He didn't say a thing he just stared. I thought he was kind of cute; his shoulders reminded me of Conners. I felt a tear weld up in my eyes and I inhaled deeply staring into those big blue irises that looked at me with interest.