I would just like to state for all the dumb ass out there that i didn't invent Harry potter or the other extrodinary characters that J.K Rowling didand i only own the plot.

Prologue

It was nearing the end of a joyful and transforming summer holiday, and two new students were expected to join Hogwarts for the seventh year.

"Sam get your ass down here, you're going to be late, the bloody plane is leaving in 2 hours," the young girl finally woke up to her mum's persistent yelling. She sleepily rubbed the sleep from her eyes before crawling out of bed.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she replied to her mum's calls.

Sam was transferring from a wizardry school in Australia to Hogwarts for her seventh year. She hurriedly washed herself, put on her baggy trousers and a spanking new T-shirt which she had brought at a recent rock and roll concert and applied her mysterious and dark makeup.

Across the other side of the world in America another young girl was woken by her irritating alarm clock, which she had chucked at her yellow walls and smashed into pieces. After carefully exiting her bedroom if you could call a pig sty that, she then headed to the bathroom to have a refreshing shower but was caused to stop in her tracks because once again her younger brother had beaten her to it.

"Shaun get out you prick," she wailed while consistently hammering on the bathroom door which reluctantly opened. There stood her bother with a towel wrapped around his waist, splashing her playfully.

"God Chantelle can't a guy get a break," he replied attempting to wind her up.

Chantelle stomped into the bathroom already fed-up. God can't a girl get a break she thought to herself as she stepped into the shower. After her relaxing shower she dressed herself in the usual outfit a pair of tight denim jeans and a vest top which showed off her curves. Chantelle had silky black hair that went past her shoulders and her face was round unlike her slender tall body. Her eyes were a dark chocolate and trapped all her emotions from the world.

"Mum you ready? We need to leave," she bellowed along the corridor, and on cue a bedroom door opened revealing her non-magical mum.

"Aren't you going to say bye to your father and brother then?" inquired her mum

"Bye dad, bye Shaun,"

"Bye Chantelle, bye, good luck," came the distant shouts.

She picked up my suitcases and headed outside towards the car with her mum. This was going to be a long boring journey. How could she forget her mum's goodbye speech and the safe sex and drugs talks?

"I can't believe your going to be away from me so long don't forget to write, that's why I got you your new owl. What did you call it then?"

"It's called Snow Drop," she mumbled.

"While you're away don't get yourself into any trouble"

Here she goes!

"Don't forget those..em.. Contraception spells, they might come in handy," she replied

"I still remember them," she grumbled feeling completely embarrassed and overwhelmed by her remarks.

The rest of the journey was spent in an awkward silence, until they had to say their goodbyes.