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A/N: Well, second chapter up! I hope you guys like this one! PLEASE review. It will mean a lot to me. :( I hope to get the next chapter up soon!

Drigpawz

The streets of Diagon Alley were not quite crowded, but soon enough they will be swamped with students getting ready for their new term. Albus Dumbledore and Olympe Maxime walked through the streets together discussing random topics such as the upcoming school year and how their schools are. "Where would you like to go for lunch Olympe? The Three Broomsticks I presume?" He asked.

"The Three Broomsticks is fine Albus; however, before we go to lunch, I would like to write to Alexia telling her about the transfer."

"I thought we were keeping this information from her, she is too young."

"Yes, we are. She still has the right to know she is not returning to my school." Madame Maxime replied sadly.

"Very well, she absolutely deserves to know that knowledge. Come on, the Owl Post is just over hear." Dumbledore and Maxime walked down the alley and into London's Owl Post. Madame Maxime quickly wrote the letter to one of her students at one of the lounge tables and walked up to the front counter.

"Good afternoon Madame, how may I be of service to you on this beautiful day?" The young man behind the counter asked wearing a smile on his face.

"I would like to send an owl please."

"Well you've come to the right place." The man picked up a clipboard to gather information. "Where is this letter going to?"

"Cherbourg, France." She replied.

"The name of the person you wish to send this to?"

"Alexia Palmer."

"Now would you like immediate delivery?" Madame Maxime nodded. "Right then, we will get right to that Ma'am. Have a nice day." The two headmasters walked out of the Owl Post and back into the streets. Albus looked over to his acquaintance and noticed the worried expression still upon her face.

"Are you alright Madame?" he asked as they continued to walk.

"Of course Albus, why do you ask?"

"It's just…you look so…"

"She will not like this!" she interrupted, "She will not like this at all. I have known Alexia since she was eleven and I know what she is capable of. She likes her life how it is, and doesn't plan on changing it any time soon."

"Olympe, I promise you, everything will be fine. She will get used to the change. She will miss everything in her life now, but she will be happy once again." Olympe nodded. They walked in complete silence for the remainder distance to the Three Broomsticks.

They sat down at a table close to the back of the pub to have a private conversation. Dumbledore had broken the silence amongst the two. "Before the term begins, I would like you to send me Alexia's files; I would like to see what her academic life is like. If she is to come to Hogwarts at a later year I will need to know a bit about her." He ordered.

"Yes Albus. I will be sure to owl that right to you. I must warn you, her file is quite large." Madame Maxime replied. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean by large?"

"Well, she is not just any ordinary girl; she has done a lot through the years. She's…well, you can see for yourself when you receive the file." She smiled at the thought of the rather thick file.

Miles away from Diagon Alley the city of Cherbourg, France holds a house belonging to the known Palmer family. Inside the Palmer house, two teens sat up in one of the bedrooms. "So Alex, how have your practices been with your father?" One of the teens asked as he sat down on his friend's bed.

"Well, I haven't really been able to practice with him; lately he has been going over to the ministry of magic. After all he is an auror." She replied throwing a shoe across the room as she rummaged through her closet. "He could have at least brought me with him to America."

"You spend way too much time over there. You're starting to act like an American."

"Well I'll have you know Hunter, that when I graduate I'm going to move to the Americas, so why not start acting like them now?" Hunter just rolled his eyes and moved on with the conversation.

"Yes, but for now you have to practice. You're the best chaser on the team, as a matter of fact the best player on the team." He declared as he dodged a teddy bear that was thrown his way.

"You're just saying that because I saved you from humiliation last year and getting the Quidditch cup for our team. I don't think I need the practice, if any it is you that needs it. You are the team's Keeper, you know the player that stops the quaffle from going in."

"That's also true." A book of curses hit him in the stomach. "Hey watch it!"

"Sorry."

"Alexia Palmer, what in the world are you doing?"

"Well Hunter Adams, since we are using formal naming. I am looking for my broom care kit that I received for Christmas this year. Our game did some damage to it."

"I knocked you in the mud." Hunter smirked. Alexia pulled her head out from the closet once again and glared at her best friend.

"For your information, I want to keep my broom in good condition. Unlike yours, my broom treats me well, so should do the same." Hunter rolls his eyes.

"You are more obsessed with sports than me, and I thought I was bad." Another book went flying towards Hunter on purpose.

"And you don't have as much pressure as me with them." Hunter raised his eyebrows.

"Excuse me? What do you mean pressure?"

"I mean, oh Alexia, you're the only one to save us from this loss. Oh Alex you can do it, you're our only hope!" She replied in a high-pitched voice.

"Oh Alexis, your ego is getting bigger and bigger by the minute." Hunter mimicked the voice his best friend used.

"Oh shut up!" She whips a pillow at Hunter and they both sat and laughed in the bedroom. After about five minutes of laughter, they calmed down. Alexia began going through the closet once again and Hunter started to flip through the book of curses. After a bit of silence past by, Hunter looked up from his book.

"I bet you make captain this year. After all, John did graduate."

"You bet your ass that I do. I put too much work into this team, and I hope to make it even better. What happens if I'm not there any more?" She declared not looking up from her search. Hunter hesitated for a moment and thought of his best friend's last statement.

"What do you mean you're not there?" Alexia stopped once again and looked back at her friend.

"It's just a saying; I'll always be there for you guys. But if I make captain, you all will be star Quidditch players. It will put less pressure on me about it." Hunter groaned.

"Yes, but more pain on us."

"Hey, who said it wasn't painful to be a star." They both chuckled, and this time Hunter threw the pillow at Alexia.

"You're full of it."

"Hey, I'm just telling how it is." Alexia stood up and plowed hunter to the floor on the other side of the bed. The two lied on their backs laughing. "Oh, I'll be right back, mom's calling me, I received a letter."

"What? I didn't hear anything…" Alexia just smiled.

"ALEXIA!" Alexia's mother hollered from down the stairs. Alexia walked to the door.

"Yeah mom?" She yelled back down to her mother.

"There's a letter for you! It's from Beauxbatons!" Her mother replied. Alexia turns around to look at her friend. Hunter glared at Alexia.

"I hate it when you do that." Alexia just stuck out her tongue and ran out the door. She ran into the kitchen where her mother was baking cookies.

"It's on the table." Her mother replied. Alexia ran over to the table and grabbed the letter. She walked over to the counter, kissed her mother and stole a scoop of cookie dough.

"Mmm, thanks mom!" And she ran off. With the letter clutched in her hand, she ran back into her room. Sitting down next to Hunter she looked at the letter. "It's quite thick. Maybe it's the results for Quidditch captain." She stared at the envelope, with the neat handwriting written in blue ink:

To Miss Alexia Palmer

42 Lincoln Avenue

Cherbourg, France

"Well then open it. Unless you also have the power of x-ray vision, we'll never find out what it says by just staring at the envelope." Alexia gave him a dirty look and then looked back at the letter. She flipped the envelope over and looked at the wax seal on the back. The seal had the crest of Beauxbatons School. She carefully and slowly ripped open the letter and pulled out the piece of parchment. It read:

Dear Miss Alexia Palmer,

Your sixth year of Wizarding School is quickly coming up. This is very important to you and as well as to us in the future. However, this year you will not be attending Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are being transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To attend Hogwarts, you and your family must live in London, England. The term will begin September first. The train will leave King's Cross Station at exactly eleven o'clock. You will be riding along with the Hogwarts' students. The list of equipment for your training of this year is enclosed with this letter. Take care now. Have a safe and a wonderful experience at Hogwarts. I trust that we will see each other sometime in the future. Make us proud.

Sincerely,

Madame Olympe Maxime

Madame Olympe Maxime

Alexia pulled out the second piece of parchment in the envelope and looked over the list once. She then read the letter once more. Her jaw fell open at some point as she read the letter the first time and didn't realize it was open. She looked away from the letter and slowly turned to look at her best friend. Hunter searched his best friend's face for excitement and thrill, but all he saw was shock. "What is it? Is it Quidditch? Is it the lists? Alex… what is it?" Alexia just sat there, no words could come out of her mouth, "Alex? Are you okay? What does it say?" Again she would not budge. Hunter was worried and anxious at the same time. 'What could possibly be in that letter that has Alex so speechless?' Hunter pulls the letter from his best friend's grip. He then read over the letter. As he read on, his mouth started to drop as well. He looks from the letter, to his best friend, and then back at the letter. He couldn't believe what he had just read, "You were kicked out of Beauxbatons. How? What did you do?" Alexia finally got out of her little trance and looked at hunter.

"Nothing, at least that I know of."

"You're one of the top students. How could they kick you out?"

"Again, I don't know. Maybe they found out that I was the one who put all those fake doors leading into Grant's private bathroom." Hunter started laughing at the memory of the prank. "Did you give me away?"

"No, I would never. Alex, you should tell your mom and dad about this." Hunter got up off the bed and began to walk towards the door.

"I can't tell them about Mr. Grant! They'd kill me for sure!"

"Not that! About the letter."

"Oh… wait!" Alexia ran to the door and blocked it before Hunter could leave the room.

"Alex?"

"I will, just not now. I will tell them later."

"You better, they have a right to know that they are MOVING!' He said as he folded his arms and gave her a disapproving look.

"I know, I know." She sighed. Hunter started pacing back and forth.

"Why you? Out of any of us, why wouldn't it be me?"

"Oh don't say that."

"It's true. What am I going to do without you? We're a team, the great prank team."

"We are not that great, my dad told me a story of these four students called the marauders and…"

"Team…what about Quidditch! Oh lord, it's just like you said…" he smacked her on the arm.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a vision of this? You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie to you, and what are you talking about just like I said?"

"You said you had to get us in better conditioning, what happens if you're not there to help the team. Are you a psychic?" Alexia glared at the boy standing in front of her. "Oh yeah… I forgot, but besides that point. Why didn't you tell me you saw this coming?"

"Oh shut up, I was just saying that. I didn't see anything and again… I didn't lie to you. I would never, and you know that." She ran her hands down her face in frustration. "What am I going to do? I can't leave, what will I do without you?"

"What are you talking about, you are the only one I really have, and how will I get through school without you? How will I be able to copy your notes?"

"Oh Hunter, is that all you think about?"

"Yes." Alexia threw Hunter an annoyed glare. "I'm kidding Alex. God!" He ran his hand through his blonde hair. "Why do you have to leave?" He mumbled.

"What was that Hunter?" Alexia asked staring at her friend continuing to pace around.

"You know what, this conversation is just going around in circle and we are not getting anywhere. I better get going, it's getting late."

"Alright." Hunter began to walk towards the door but stopped by his friend. He places his hands on her shoulders.

"Maybe I got my letter and I will be going with you?" Alexia shook her head.

"Ha ha, very funny." Hunter smiles at Alexia's amusement.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"See you." Hunter gave Alexia a hug.

"Don't forget to tell your parents." He whispered into her ear.

"I won't." They pulled apart and exchanged smiles. Alexia was left standing in her room alone. She heard Hunter yell goodbye to her mother and walked out the front door. 'What am I going to do?' She sat on her bed with the letter clutched in her hand. She placed her head in her hands and stayed like that for a moment.

After that brief moment, Alexia's head shot up, "Moody will know what to do!" She quickly got up from her bed and grabbed items from her room. She pulled her backpack over her shoulders and grabbed her letter. Mounting on her broom, she looked once more around her room. She kicked off the floor and took off out the window. As she left through the window, she hit the edge of it and cut her arm, Clutching her arm, she looked back once more at her home and then sped up into the night sky.