-the prologue -

I still remember when I got my letter from Hogwarts, addressed to

Annie McHollan

Lizard Street,

bedroom above the kitchen,

London.

Written on parchment and in some green ink, that time I had wondered if it had been some sick joke. Hogwarts? What on earth was that? In the letter it had stood that it was a magic school, for witches and wizards. I had confused it with being some saletrick from some toy store so I would buy a magician set. But when I ignored another just appeared, and then another, delivered by owls of all kinds.

My father didn't understand it either, neither my mother. What the heck was this? Then a day a weird man in robe and some funny looking clothes not matching at all came on our doorstep.

He had presented himself as Finiar Bootlelocker from the magidepartment wondering why I thought the Hogwarts attest was a joke. We all got long in our masks then, he had to be kidding, there where nothing such a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But he hadn't been joking and the day after I found myself in a place called Diagon Alley, a town where they sold wizard stuff. I had been taken into an odd store selling wands, made to wave at least a dozen of weird sticks that backfired on me, until Mr Ollivander whom owned the store gave me a stick that was claimed to be filled with hair from unicorns and leaves from a three I can't recall the name of. It had given a spark of blue and the store had rained in blue crystals, then I understood it wasn't a joke.

They used weird coins in this world, we had to buy new coins in a tall bank called Gringott, we got gold coins called Galleons, silver called Sickles and bronze called Knuts. We bought new books, I even had to buy a set of robes.

Some few days later I found myself on a platform I didn't even know existed; platform nine and three-quarters. I was to be seated along with two twins, going to their first year as well, they were weird as well, couldn't stop to put spells on each other or look out the window every second to check if 'we were there yet', two annoying buggers that's for sure. After a long while I managed to get contact with them, they were named Romelius and Remus Dorian.

They had unlike me, grown up in a wizard family and when they heard my name they gasped. Turned out that I was what they called a full blood, and they were both shocked and amazed to know I was raised by muggles. I had no idea at that time what a muggle was. It was a none magic it turned out, and a fullblood was an all-magic person. I thought it was weird I in that case was raised by this so called muggles. They did to and then they swapped the subject to Harry Potter, the amazing Harry Potter, the boy who lived. So then I had to force them into telling me who the heck that was, well, he turned out to be a second year, who had survived the mightiest and most evil wizard of the all, which, they refused to tell the name of. They just shivered lightly and said the-one-we-must-not-speak-off, they started to get on my nerves for real. The rest of the trip they wouldn't stop blabbering of this Harry, and I figured out that I'll check him out when I got there.

My first impression of Hogwarts was over-whelming, a great castle from the middle age, spears and thousands of lights shining out over the lake we were transported over. I was glad to row the boats I remember, the wagons transporting the others was pulled by dragon like black horses with empty white eyes. But when I told Remus he just stared at me, as I was some sort of nutcase.

We were picked out to different houses by a talking hat, to four different dorms, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

The twins was separated, Romelius went to Hufflepuff the house for loyal people.

Remus ended up in Ravenclaw, the wise people ended up there,

I was sent to Gryffindor along with a red head called Ginny Weasley, and later she became my friend.

That year this famous Harry Potter got into some trouble with a snake and everyone whispered of him to be he-we-don't-speak-off 's heir or something. Ginny that year disappeared for me a short while, the whole year actually she had been acting weird and she was hopeless in love with Harry, that didn't have a clue what she felt, he was too busy with talking with snakes and being accused for things that wasn't true.

It was then I started to seek back to the twins I had met at the train, we had some classes together. Remus and I were in same 'History of Magic' lessons and I had herbology with Romelius. Off course I was terrible worried for Ginny and I had visited her every day when she lay ill after been captured in a secret chamber and tapped for strength by a reflection of young you-know-who.

But we never returned to the same friendship, so I tagged along with Romelius and Remus mostly of my second year, and the third as well, when Romelius got so shocked when one in his house was murdered in a maze under a triple wizard contest.
Then our fourth year was in fear and suspicion to Harry, he had claimed you- know- who to be back at last season, and no one believed him. I couldn't care less; I didn't glorify him to say it like that. Remus couldn't make up his mind about the case and Romelius being the Hufflepuffer he was accused Harry daily for killing this Cedric guy.

My tale takes place in the fourth year at Hogwarts and its starts in November….