A/N: Hey this is one of my first fan fics, so go easy on me! LOL! I know Harry's sixth year is only in 1996, but I am putting modern things in there, like language and clothes, because this is my Harry Potter story! So if you see someone saying something like "Homie, you ain't G enough fo' me!" that is why. You probably won't, though. And bear with me on the English phrases. I may or may not have a lot of them in here, I haven't decided yet, so I dunno…

Also, Desiree's full name is Desiree Amore and is pronounced Dez-er-a A-mor-ee. Do you see the significance of her name? I, personally, like it a lot.

By the way, if you like Smallville, I got the name Desiree from that one episode where that girl comes into town and seduces everyone with her power and she tries to kill Lex to get his money.

"Desiree, can you get that!" called Mrs. Amore.

"Oui, Maman. Hold on a sec!" Desiree called back from her room. She picked up her fuzzy leopard phone and answered it. "Bonjour!"

"Desiree, is that you?" asked a familiar voice.

"Hey Aunt Marie! I haven't heard from you or Fleur in a while!"

"Yes, I know dear. We 'ave been so busy helping the Order of the Phoenix in Eeengland. Eeen (A/N: Aunt Marie is French and she is talking in a French accent) fact, we are moveeng there in a week, seence Fleur 'as feeneeshed school now, and Charles and I 'ave no reason to stay in France. And I wanted to talk to your mother about just that. Can you put 'er on the line, please?"

"Oui. One minute".

"Merci, Desiree. I think I'll be seeing you sooner than you think!"

Desiree said goodbye to her aunt and removed the phone from her ear and set it down on her leopard bed spread. She stuck her head out of her room as she shouted "Mom, phone for you! It's Aunt Marie!"

As soon as she heard her mom exclaim "Oh, Marie! It's tres bien to 'ear from you! Do you 'ave the news?" she returned the phone to its charger and resumed the cleaning of her owl, Aphrodite's, cage. Aphrodite hooted contentedly from her perch on top of Desiree's shelves. After about ten minutes Desiree heard her mom call her. She put down the book she had started to read and bounded down the stairs to the dinning room. Her mom was sitting at the table, looking excited, yet troubled.

"Oui, Maman?" Desiree asked.

"Sit down for a second honey. I am not sure if you are going to like this…" said Mrs. Amore. Desiree gave her mom a questioning look as she seated herself at the wooden dinning table. Mrs. Amore took a deep breath before beginning.

"As you know, 'oney, last summer, Voldemort returned in England. Your father and I were told this by our good friend, Monsieur Albus Dumbledore. You know all the complications with the English Ministry of Magic and everything, right? 'ow they didn't believe 'arry Potter and Dumbledore?" Desiree nodded encouragingly.

"Well, they finally realized they 'ad made a mistake about thinking Voldemort 'ad not returned a few weeks ago, when Voldemort gained access to the Ministry and tried to steal a prophecy. Ever since then, Dumbledore has been recruiting wizards and witches internationally to 'elp with the second war. Aunt Marie has been recruited along with Uncle Charles, and she 'as been making arrangements for you father and I to go to England to help the Order of the Phoenix. And the arrangements came through today. The American Ministry of Magic 'as agreed to transfer us to England…"

"So you and Dad will be going to Great Britain to 'elp fight Voldemort?" Desiree finished for her.

"Yes," said Mrs. Amore, looking wearily at her daughter for some sign of anger or frustration, not knowing if she had "read" her yet. (A/N: If this seems like a confusing sentence, or a confusing rest of this chapter, LOL, it will all make sense as you read more of the story).

"That's great that you and Dad can go help the Order! I am excited for you! So, will I be staying at Grandma's?" Desiree asked in a rush.

"No…" Mrs. Amore answered hesitantly. Desiree frowned. The way her mom was acting… Desiree closed her eyes and relaxed her mind. She opened them again and stared right into her mom's eyes, forming a strong connection. Suddenly she felt a huge happiness, along with a worried anxiety. She examined the feeling of anxiety closer and saw her mom talking with her aunt, Marie Delacour, just a few minutes ago.

"Yes, Mark and I are very excited to be coming", Mrs. Amore said into the phone. "So, Desiree will be able to finish 'er schooling in 'ogwarts, right?"

Desiree quickly pulled out of her mother's mind in shock at these last words.

"I have to go too?!" she shouted.

"It is a permanent movement, dear. You father and I 'ave always wanted to live in Britain, and now we can do that and keep our jobs because we 'ave been transferred, and you can finish school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"

"But what about my friends? What about Jason? What about my life here?!" Desiree shouted in exasperation.

"You'll make new friends, and you'll get a new boyfriend. Boys are always clamoring for your affection, even without your veel-"

"I want to keep the friends and the boyfriend I have here! Zut alors! I DON'T WANT TO MOVE!" Mrs. Amore's face dropped.

"I am sorry 'oney, but we 'ave no choice! We don't want to leave you with Grandma for the rest of your life until you are out on your own! We want to 'ave you with us; we would miss you too much!"

Desiree burst into tears. She ran up the stairs and flung herself onto her bed, still sobbing. Soon she fell asleep. When she woke again, it was ten o'clock. She stretched lazily and sat up. She walked over to her desk and got out some paper and a pen, still silently crying, and she began writing letters to her friends and boyfriend. When she was done, she tucked them away in her drawer for safekeeping. Then she dragged herself back over to her bed and flopped down sleepily. She was out cold in less than a minute.

The next day after breakfast, Desiree called her boyfriend, Jason.

"Just a minute, Desiree. Let me get him," said Jason's younger sister, Katie, who had answered the phone. After a while Jason picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he said.

"Jason, this is Desiree"

"Hey! What's up?"

"Bonjour," Desiree answered dully.

"Don't sound so happy to see me!" Jason exclaimed jokingly.

"Jason…"

"What?" Jason said, suddenly worried. He had known Desiree long enough to know something serious was going on with her by the grave tone of her voice.

"Jason, it's over between us" Jason plopped down onto his bed, not able to get the meaning of those words through his head.

"What do you mean, it's over?" he said skeptically.

"You know what I mean. I'm breaking up with you" Jason heard the sound of muffled sniffles on the end of the other line.

"But, why?"

"I…I can't explain right now" Desiree whispered.

"Why, though? I thought we cared about each other? Did I do something to offend you?" Jason cried out exasperatedly.

"No, I just have to break up with you. I really have to go now. Bye," and there was a click, and she was gone.

What the hell! Jason thought. What the hell was that all about?

That night, her mother called up to Desiree from the stairs "We are leaving in about an hour, okay?" There was no answer, but Mrs. Amore knew Desiree had heard her.

"Sacrebleu!" she said to herself. "Teenagers!"

Desiree sat on her bed and looked around her animal print themed room. It would still be hers. He mother and father were just going to shrink the house magically and carry it with them in their pockets to England. But it would be in a different place. A different country. Not the U.S.A, but England. England, with no Janelle, no Sara, no Kelly, and no Jason.

Desiree closed her eyes in frustration at first, but then it turned to concentration. She felt a cold trickling start at her fingertips and end at her toes and when she opened her eyes again, she was not there. Or, she was, but no one could see her. She stared at her desk drawer. It opened slowly, and the letters explaining everything to her friends flew out of it and into Desiree's hands. She walked to the window and opened it slowly. Aphrodite hooted at her, for though she could not see Desiree, she sensed her wild emotions, and movement about the room.

"Don't worry, Aphrodite, I am coming back," Desiree told her owl comfortingly. Aphrodite hooted, reassured. Desiree sighed, glad she would have at least one friend in England, and she climbed on to the windowsill. She flowed smoothly into the air. She floated past the huge houses of her neighborhood. As she passed by each of her friend's houses, she tucked one of the letters under each of their pillows.

Lastly, she went to Jason's house. She pulled open his window and climbed inside. Jason was asleep on his bed. Desiree closed her eyes and concentrated on his mind, after slipping a much thicker letter under his pillow. An image of herself yelling at Jason played in front of her eyes. She watched as she grew bigger and bigger, and Jason grew smaller and more helpless.

"No, Desiree!" he cried. "Why are you doing this? I love you!" Desiree pulled her mind away quickly. Jason's pain was so great; she staggered away from the overwhelmingness of it. She collapsed by his bed and began to cry silently. Finally, she stood up.

"Bonne nuit, Jason," she whispered softly. "I love you, too". Suddenly Jason's eyes fluttered open.

"Who's there?" he called out sleepily. His eyes widened at the sight of the open window.

"Desiree, it that you?" he called. He jumped out of bed as Desiree darted towards the window. "Desiree, I know it's you!" Jason cried.

She couldn't stand it anymore. She leapt out the window. Looking back, she saw the longing and hurt on Jason's face as he stared up at the silver full moon. She turned away determidley and sped back to her house, golden-brown hair flying in her face.

"Au revoir" she whispered into the night.