DISCLAMIER: I forgot it in the first chapter so here it is. I own no Harry Potter Characters but all the OC's are mine.

I know the chapters are short now, but they are going to get longer, mucho longer.

Enjoy.

"Fuck."

"I think everyone needs to calm down."

"NO, Seriously one more word and you all die."

"Once again I say, Fuck."

"OK SHUT UP EVERYONE!" Danielle Yagodich was watching her friends with a look of extreme annoyance at the ridiculous argument they were having.

"I don't care if the Misfits fucking rock, Glenn was right to start up Danzig because they are even better. The end." This was the final judgment given by her to everyone else so they just really needed to be quiet now. Not that it would matter if they were as loud as a herd of rampaging elephants, her mom was out and her brother was also gone to goddess knows where, so she really had no one to be quiet for. It depressed her. She missed hearing her dad ask her to keep it down when her friends where here, well her female friends, this group of friends were all male and in all likeliness, would never have been allowed in the house if her dad had still been alive. His death was still like a fresh wound; it had only been two weeks ago, to the day, since that morning. She had awoken to her mum screaming for her brother to get the door; only then did she realize that paramedics were rushing through the doors into her parents' bedroom. It was all a blur, the only moment of clarity was when her mother got on the telephone and Danielle heard the words "bob's gone." Her father had a massive heart attack and she was devastated. She was now the odd one out in her family. Like in most families each child had bonded with a particular parent, Her brother and her mom, Her and her father.

Her father had always embraced the things she had loved, within reason of course. He was so proud of her poetry especially since she had been published in over five different countries and although she wasn't as good as her brother in drawing, her abstract paintings were also her dad's pride and joy. He even supported her a little when she started wearing plaid mini skirts, fishnets, striped tights, and band t-shirts, but he really did hate her combat boots. The only thing that she and her mum agreed on, was the love for jewelry they both shared. Danielle had over three jewelry boxes filled with retro beads, gold, art deco pieces, rhinestones from the thirties, and jewelry from all over the world. This was all her expression and she knew it was one of the things that made her different, but she really had no idea until

"Hello………are you still with us Danielle." Fake screamed Chris her oldest friend with his tattoos up and down his arms and two lip piercings. He was her best friend and probably always would be.

In various places around her living room where the rest of her "little circle of friends". Justin with his electric blue hair and nose piercing that she loved tugging on when he pissed her off, Tim with his Mohawk and always rocking a Misfits tee shirt, and finally Jerry. How to explain Jerry, he was the guy that she had insanely strong feelings for and he had those feelings for her, but they never crossed the border out of friendom, just dangled out of reach of each other, and he was quite something to be dangling. He was the stereotypical hardcore guy with his chiseled body, nice sized arms, and sexy as hell face. Yes, he was quite something, but right now she wasn't feeling for playing their flirting game, she wanted to talk music.

It was the one thing that completely solidified their friendships. They had all met at a show at their local venue, Topflight. She couldn't recall which show because she'd gone to so many there, but she was moshing in the pit, and her midnight blue goldstone ring whacked Chris in his eye creating a very nice bruise, if she did say so herself. The show was a really good one because it was a bunch of bands one after the other, so after the third set Danielle ended up running into Chris up at the bar, she was going for a coke and she heard him say.

"I admire chicks who look older than 21, but aren't, that don't use that to their advantage in hooking up with a drink, but maybe you're straight edge, all I know is that you kicked my ass in that pit." He spoke in a very casual way as though stating the weather, but Danielle knew that there was a compliment of her looks and of her personality in that statement as well as something she assumed as an undercover pick up attempt. She had her back to him so she turned around and smirked.

"I'm Danielle." Just like him she spoke her words casually waiting for him to tell her, his name.

"Chris." His words were followed with an extended hand and a firm handshake. From then on it was friends all the way, sort of the brother she wished she had.

Eventually he introduced her to the rest of his group and then they were all inseparable merely because she was the most awesome chick to them. She wasn't into the gossip, Hollister, skater love that all her other peers were and she wasn't one of those would be hardcore girls that went to shows all decked out like some insane rocker, but then they wouldn't even go near the mosh pit. She was totally what they needed, a relatively positive female in their lives that wasn't there to be their personal slut.

That had been Danielle from the day she had been born. Unique in every sense of the word and boy did it piss her mum off. Danielle had done the insanely bright colored clothes and crazy makeup until 6th grade and then everything changed. One day in her brother's room she had been looking for her paints when she found a CD with the title Insane Clown Posse, she grabbed it and ran back to her room to hear what kind of music this was. Ever since Danielle had been 4 years old, she had been enraptured with the movie "Killer clowns from outer space" just because. So this CD pulled on those memories and she found she liked that type of music. Not the group in particular but the genre was something she was eager to explore. That was before she got her letter the first September after she turned 11, it would change her life and the way she viewed everyone around her drastically. She had been accepted to Moonbane's School Of Majick the oldest and most prestigious school for majick in America.