DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY RELATED PLACES, EVENTS, PEOPLE, ETC. THEY ARE OWNED BY J.K. ROWLING,etc. I OWN QUINN STEPHINSON, HER FAMILY,AND HER STORY LINE ONLY!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE BEGINNING IS A BIT LIKE HARRY'S BUT DON'T JUST SKIM YOU'LL MISS A LOT IT DOES CHANGE. AND QUINN COULDN'T BE AMERICAN BECAUSE SHE NEVER APPLIED FOR CITIZENSHIP AND SHE WASN'T BORN IN AMERICA.

Quinn Stephinson sat in the attic looking through the small, dark, dusty window. The rain was pouring down outside, but still the window looked drab and dirty. Around the attic there were old dusty boxes, and old xylophone, a couple of broken bikes, and other odds and ends.Her hair was a dark red and her eyes a teal green. Her face looked tear stained. She wasn't very tall, her head reaching 5'2" at her tallest. She was on the skinnier side, but not too scrawny. She looked down at the think red book in her hands.

Then she continued writing, "Today I found out my parents were from England and I was born there, so I'm not an American citizen, because the only way to become an Americancitizen if you aren't born here is to marry an American or to be nationalized,and according to my aunt I haven't beennationalized. I wonder what happened to them, or why I don't live with them. I'm in the attic again; I like it here better than anywhere else. My cousins usually don't come up here."

There was a loud banging on the stairs up to the attic, quickly she slammed the book shut, slid it under the loose floorboard and closed the floor again.

"I told you she'd be up here, she's always up here by herself," said her 15-year-old cousin, Tabitha, who was aboaut 6 inches taller than Quinn, with messy dark brown hair and ugly hazel eyes.

"Hi Tabitha, Dres, and Lyn," Quinn said cautiously.

"Our mom wants you to come downstairs and start dinner for us," Dres, her 11-year-old male cousin, said laughing. Dres was about 5'2", he had dark messy hair like his older sister. In fact, he looked like a smaller male copy of his older sister.

Quinn stood up quickly and ran past her cousins. She turned left down the hallway to the top of the stairs heading to the first floor. She quickly descended those stairs. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she saw a letter poking underneath the door, she grabbed it quickly and shoved it in her pocket. Then she proceeded to her left intothe kitchen.

"Hello Aunt Marie."

"Girl come here and help me cook."

As Quinn walked towards the stove where spaghetti sauce was starting to boil her youngest cousin, Lyn, who was only 9-years-old, walked into the kitchen. Lyn was only about 4'2", but she looked nothing like her brother and sister. She has long, straight blonde hair. Her eyes were a crystal blue. In fact, everyone said that she looked like her father, whereas the other two, they looked like their mother. But Quinn would know nothing of that as she had never met her cousin's father.

"Mom, can I help cook?" Lyn said quietly.

"No, your cousin is taking care of it. '

Quinn shot her cousin a look of appreciation because Lyn was the one was was nicest to her, "Aunt Marie, I have to go to the bathroom, maybe you or Lyn could stir the sauce for a few seconds?"

Aunt Marie, Tabitha, and Dres weren't that mean to Quinn. But they weren't nice either. For the most part they treated her like she was a burden. Lyn was nice to her. Her aunt Marie, and her cousins did treat her with a sort of respect as if they knew something that she didn't know. But always kept a keen eye on her.

"Fine! Lyn stir the sauce, but hurry up you ungrateful little wench."

Quinn ran to the bathroom and took out the letter that she shoved into her pocket. It was on funny parchment like paper with emerald-green ink. It was addressed plainly to her:

Miss Q. Stephinson

Preferably the Attic

1138 Third Avenue

Antigo Wisconsin, 54409

U.S.A.

There was no stamp on the envelope. Shocked, she turned the letter over. She noticed a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"QUINN! GET OUT HERE!"

Quinn stuffed the letter back into her pocket and ran back to the kitchen.

-A Week Later-

Quinn was still puzzling over the letter she got, it was from a school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to be exact.

"I guess I have to show it to my aunt sometime," she said to herself while sitting in the attic.

She slowly walked down from the attic into the living room, which was in the back of the house. Quinn always hated how the house seemed to be backward. In the living room, her aunt was sitting on the chair behind the couch. This was very strange since she usually sat in the chair to the left of the couch. Her aunt looked like she had bedoing something butwith hearing Quinn approach she tried to look like nothing was up. The couch was facing the television set, which was left of the only window in the room.

"I'm glad my cousins are with their father today," she thought.

"Um, Aunt Marie," Quinn said quietly.

"What?"

"Um, well you see," Quinn, said hesitantly.

"Get on with it girl. I have important things to do."

"I got this strange letter, from a school, a school in England, and well it says I'm a witch."

Her aunt Marie looked at her amazed.

"My god! You're one of us, we were all certain you'd be like your parents, both of them were muggles. You never showed any signs of magic in you, believe me we tried to get you to show something. I thought I was a muggle too, but I was acceptedto aWizarding school but later transfered to a different school,Beaubaxtons, and meet my now ex-husband there."

Quinn looked at her aunt like she was crazy.

Marie continued, "You oldest cousin, Tabitha, is a Squib, someone from a magic family that can't do magic. But Dres got a letter from an American Wizardry school. But it only makes sense that you'd got to Hogwarts, you're British after all."

"Um, Aunt Marie?"

"Yes girl?"

"Well how do I respond to the letter? It says something about an owl."

Marie walked into the kitchen, "Come on girl!"

Quinn followed her. Marie pulled some parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink out of a drawer that was always locked, and proceeded to write a quick response, and then she whistled. A small brown owl flew to the window.

"Take this to Hogwarts."

Marie looked at Quinn, "Well we have to get you to Britain now don't we."

Aboutthree weeks later,Quinn found herself on a plane headed for London with her Aunt Marie. Quinn looked out the window of the plane as the water soared beneath her.

"Aunt Marie?"

"Yes what?" Aunt Marie said in a crabby tone, "Girl I hate flying on airplanes, but we couldn't risk anything else to get you to Britain. Hurry up!"

"Why do we have to go to London to get my supplies, wouldn't it be easier to just get them in America?"

"Well yes, but you see, your money is there and you'll be staying there till the end of summer."

"By myself?"

"No with the daughter of a wizarding family I used to be very close to, her name is Desaray Amy Sparker."

"Oh," Quinn said quietly and closed her eyes.

When Quinn next opened her eyes she heard her aunt saying.

"We're almost there; we'll be landing in a minute or so wake up and get ready."

Quinn sat up immediately. She reached into her bag and pulled out the diary she used to hide.

She started writing. "I'm so excited; I've never been to another country before. Well unless since I am British you count America, but I grew up there."

Quinn shoved the book back into her back and held on, she hated when the plane started to shake. As the plane came to a halt Quinn looked at her aunt. Marie stood up and pulled her.

"Well come on Quinn, grab your carry-ons and lets get going."

Quinn quickly grabbed her bag, stood up, and followed her aunt off the plane.

"Hurry up, Quinn."

Her aunt walked over to a deserted area and raised her wand; suddenly a huge, purple, triple-decker bus came zooming up.

"Allo, I'm Stan, and I'll be yer conduct….oh Merlin it's Marie, you're back in Britain? 'Ow longs it been?"

"Far too long Stan, far too long. Can you get us to the Leaky Cauldron; my niece is a witch! She's going to Hogwarts!"

"Well get on get on, Ernie let's go to the Leaky Cauldron for Miss Marie."

As soon as Quinn stepped on the door slammed shut and the bus zoomed around the streets.

"Eh, I don't feel so good," said Quinn quietly.

"Shh, we'll be there in a minute," her aunt scolded her.

The bus suddenly lurched to a stop in front of a grimy looking pub. Quinn looked around thinking that her aunt would never take her into a place like that. Her aunt waved to Stan and headed off the bus, she followed close behind. Much to her amazement her aunt walked straight into the pub. Quickly running she followed her aunt into the pub. When she entered she saw all sorts of strange people. Quinn looked around and spotted her aunt sitting with a couple and a girl with black hair and red streaks who looked about her own age. She walked over there and sat next to her aunt.

"Ah, this is my niece Quinn, Quinn this is Mr. And Mrs. Sparker and their daughter Desaray."

"Maman, can we go and start getting supplies, just me and Quinn, si tu plait?"

Her mother waved a hand at her.

"Let's go."

Quinn followed the other girl out the back of the pub.

"My parent's are British but I was raised in France," said the other girl quickly as a man poked a wand at a brick wall and it sprung to life.

"Whoa, weird," Quinn said delightfully, "Cool, my parent's were British and muggles, and I was raised by my aunt in America."

Desaray reached into the pocket of her light blue, low-rider jeans and pulled out a list.

"Let's go to Gringotts first."

"Um ok, let me go back and talk to my aunt for a second."

Quinn turned and ran to her aunt.

"Aunt Marie, I don't have any money."

"Oh silly me," her aunt reached into her pocket and pulled out a delightfully cute little silver key, "run to Gringotts, vault 396."

Quinn grabbed the key, "Um, alright."

She ran back to the other girl.

"Let's go."

The two girls spent the day shopping for their school supplies, wondering about each other and Hogwarts. Frequently they stopped so Desaray could explain some things to Quinn about the wizarding world.

"All we have left," Quinn said looking at her list, "is wands, let's go!"

The two girls walked quietly into Ollivander's.

"Why hello, Hogwarts no doubt, both needing wands, I suppose?"

A strange man walked out from the back.

"Um, yes," Quinn said quickly.

"Wand arms please," he said pulling out to measuring tapes.

Quinn watched Desaray hold up her right arm and Quinn did the same. Ollivander started to measure both of the girls, well actually the tape started to measure them, he went back to fetch some wands. When he returned he handed each of the girls a wand.

"First one," he said to Desaray," Phoenix feather holly 10 inches, try it out"

"She flicked her wrist but nothing happened, he quickly took it from her.

"Well you try this one first, Dragon heartstring ash 7 inches, very light."

Quinn took it, but nothing happened when she swished it.

"No, no, no. This will never do," he turned and grabbed two more boxes, he handed one to each of the girls.

"Miss. Sparkers try a Dragon heartstring cedar 13 inches."

Again, nothing happened.

"How about you Miss Stephinson, how about a Phoenix Feather Oak 8 ¾ inches?"

Quinn got the same result as Desaray, absolutely nothing.

He quickly grabbed the two wands and put them aside.

"How about Unicorn hair mahogany 8 inches, Miss Stephinson? And Unicorn hair willow 10 inches for Miss Sparkers."

The girls looked at each other and swished their wands, nothing happened yet again. He took the wands and walked to the back of the room.

"Miss Stephinson try Phoenix feather maple 7 ½ inches, and Miss Sparkers…how about Unicorn Hair maple 9 inches?"

The girls moved the wands and sparks flew out of the ends.

"Very nice, very nice," Mr. Ollivander said as they were leaving his shop.

When the girls arrived back at the Leaky Cauldron the adults were gone but had gotten a room for the girls. When the reached their room there were two owls, a small tawny one and a larger black one. Each cage had a note fastened to it.

The tawny one's note said "Desaray" and the black one's said "Quinn".

"Must be from my parents and your aunt."

Quinn looked at her confused but decided to lie down.

"So how long till term starts anyway?"

"You really are strange, Quinn, it starts in 2 days."

Rosemunde No not exactly, thanks for the review! Desaray is this better?