A new change

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Hayley lay peacefully asleep in her bed. She felt the sun gracing her face with its presence as it burned red into her eyelids. She opened them a little, only to have the sun blind her from any sight at all. She rolled over and moaned. For some reason she hated mornings, they only seemed to bring more days. And in the days were more boring, depressing daily activities.

She laid her head back on her pillow feeling a little better from a good nights sleep. She was even happier at the thought of she didn't have tutoring today. She leaned up a little on her bed and sighed. She could hear voices coming from beyond her door. She turned her head hoping her ears weren't failing her.

"Dad..." she muttered throwing the covers off her and running to the door. She flew it open as she heard it hit the wall with force. She didn't seem to care at the moment. She hadn't seen her father in over two days and it was killing her. She turned and slid down the railing of all three floors in the house. Once she reached the living room she ran through, and throwing the door open that lead to the kitchen, she entered.

A huge smile crossed her face, as she saw the two people sitting at the table.

"Hey love, come give me a hug," he said setting down the paper. Even though Hayley was sixteen, she was still very, attached to her father like she was since she was six. He kissed her forehead as she sat down at the table beside her mother on her right and her father on her left.

"I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise and come home last night Hayley," he said looking into his daughters face as he set down his copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Oh it's alright," she said as if it had meant nothing to her, or to the fact of how mad she had been.

She grabbed a piece of toast from off the table, and through her small breakfast she tried catching a few glimpses of the Daily Prophet in her father's hands. But he kept turning it farther away from her prying eyes. She sighed with annoyance, as it filled her again.

Will Glenwood was 38 years old. But even if he was close to turning 40 he still looked as handsome as he did when he turned 28. He had light blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. He was very built and muscular for his age, and his shoulders were extremely big also. He was a big man with his height reaching a good 6'4. But Hayley also took that appearance for his job. Her father owned the Quality Quidditch Supplies store that was recently built in Hogsmeade one year previous. Maybe that's was the reason she was so attached to her father. He owned a store full of equipment of a sport she's loved doing since she was six, and might add she was extremely good at, but never had the chance to get on a team. But getting off one parent, her mother was an extremely different person.

Jane Glenwood was 35 years old. She looked a lot younger then she was, also like Hayley's dad. She had golden brown hair, which was cut up to her ears, framing her small face. She had dark brown eyes, and she was 5'8, but she was still a small women. She didn't take on the same figure as Hayley did; her mothers waist was a little larger but Hayley had always thought of that to be when she had given birth to her. Her mothers work was quite different from her fathers work. She worked as a Muggle tax payer, and she was very good and dedicated to it. Hayley didn't see how she was the Glenwood's daughter. She didn't look anything like her parents, her mother's eye color, her father's hair; nothing matched. She didn't even have there personalities. But her mother had always told her that she had inherited her great-great grandmother's looks. Hayley sincerely doubted this, being as they never knew her great-great grandmother.

She was some what happy to have one of her parents that worked in the wizard world and another who work in a completely different on -- the Muggle one. Her parents have been happily married for almost 20 years now. They always told Hayley stories of there romance after they graduated from Hogwarts. A place she dreamed about more then Merlin knew.

"Hayley, could you go get the mail for us?" asked her mother. Hayley shook her head a bit confused as she glanced back up at the open window in there kitchen.

"Hasn't the owl already brought it?" she asked through arched eyebrows, and gesturing towards the window.

"No love the Muggle mail," said her mother gesturing towards the kitchen door. Hayley sighed as she got up, and started heading towards the door. She glanced at herself as she passed the hallway mirror before heading out. Her thick raven hair was in it's usually morning mood, and not down and beautiful following over her shoulders in a non-frizzy way.

She caught a small glimpse of her scar as she passed. She never figured out how a car crash can cause a shape of a lighten bolt scar, what had she'd hit that was the shape of that. But Hayley didn't care about what she looked like right now. She would still get what was coming to her, once she passed through the main door. It didn't matter if she walked outside in the nude she would still get the same reaction.

She opened the door as she stepped into the sunlight. She was some what thankful that there house was big enough, and well hidden behind the trees, that not many kids could see it. But if they passed through the driveway they got a clear glimpse of the Glenwood's house.

She walked down the driveway, praying the bus had come early, and not dreading what she knew would be around the corner, but with her luck she doubted it.

Just as she reached the mailbox, parked around the corner of the house, she got just the reaction she was anticipating.

"HEY EVERYONE ITS RICHY BITCH!" screamed the boy walking passing by her.

Soon enough the whole gang surrounding the boy, started the chant they usually do when they saw her presence. She knew they were all Muggles and the resist of not curses them all to hell was a very hard to hold for Hayley.

Hayley let out a very long breath while trying to calm herself, as she watched the boy start to make his way over towards her.

"So tell me richy bitch, how long has it been since you last saw the sunlight?" everyone except Hayley broke out in laughter.

She glared at him with all she could muster. If looks could kill, this boy would be far dead.

"You know Ernie, you should really concentrate on loosing the lump around your ass you call muscle but I call fat, before you wonder if I have seen light," everyone stared at Hayley as they held there breath. They all had looks of excitement, scared, and anticipation plastered to there face. No one had ever stood up to the school bully Ernie Marconi before.

"You have better watch yourself Glenwood, or you'll be crying to that rich father of yours very soon," he turned and left heading towards the bus. Everyone began to follow whispering and chanting "richy bitch" as they passed her. Hayley took in a sigh of relief as she saw them start to climb the yellow motor. She had been dealing with that every since she could remember.

Hayley has never known the word 'Best friend' considering she's never had one. Hell the only person she's ever talked to outside of the house was her cousin that was about 14, but that wasn't the same. One of the reasons Hayley hated her life so much was she had no friends. Not even at sixteen, and she blamed her parents immensely for that. Ever since Hayley can remember she's been home schooled, banded from public schools, including her dream one -- Hogwarts.

She got six years of Muggle education from a very kind young woman by the name of Mrs. Skarda, from the ages of six to eleven. The day she got her Hogwarts letter she cried out of joy, but her father said she was never going there. Well that had crushed her and she felt like a part of her had just died. Not going to Hogwarts. The place her parents met, one of the safest places in the world, and she couldn't go.

After that her parents hired a Wizard tutor..Mrs. Kenbreak. Every since then, that was her magical school. Tutoring with Mrs. Kenbreak. The reason Hayley didn't have any friends was because she's never stepped a foot into a school to meet any. She's been tutored her whole entire life, stuck at home.

Every time she begged, pleaded, cried, to go to Hogwarts, she would always get the same infamous response from her father.

"-- Anything you can learn there, you can learn from a tutor safe at home..." She had been coming to the point were begging wasn't enough for anymore. She was a teenager, moods were about to fly and for this sixteen year old, that's just what had happened. She was extremely moody to her parents, and they knew it. The outburst to her mother yesterday morning was another reason she hated her life.

She couldn't read the paper of the Daily Prophet. Seemed harmless right. WRONG. That was a sin for her parents to even let her touch, watch, even hear the slightest news from the Wizarding world. Ever since Hayley can remember Jane and Will Glenwood had been extremely strict about her finding out anything from the Wizarding world that she shouldn't. They were exactly the same way with the Muggle world; she was band from hearing, or knowing anything. They even put spells on the T.V in the living room, so that her parents would know if she was watching the news. The only thing they told her of both worlds was that some whack up bloke named Voldemort had risen again.

She didn't take much of it to thought, having just heard the name for the first time.

Hayley wiped out of thought as she looked up and saw elder women, walking her son to the bus, and kissing him good-bye, before helping him on. Hayley couldn't help but fill with anger at the sight of the scene. Another reason she hated her life, was because she lived it so lonely.

She always begged her parents for a sibling. Someone she could talk to, but that never came. Her parents always told her that her being there daughter was enough for them both. The only friend Hayley had really ever talked to was the house elf, Isabella. But it was extremely annoying to talk to someone and always have them respond with "Miss" after ever sentence.

Her cousins were nice company also, but she only saw them three times a year, and that wasn't what you would call fun, probably because the eldest of all her cousin was 14.

Hayley sighed once more, as she began to walk up the long side walk. One of her dreams was to become a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch house team. The position and house her father was in. She was sad to say that her mother was in Ravenclaw, but she knew she wouldn't get in there since she didn't carry any of Ravenclaw personalities. She knew if she EVER would get into Hogwarts she would get into Gryffindor. But she was still determined to put every ounce of ever given minute to get into Hogwarts, and convincing her parents. Heading back into the house; slamming the door behind her, she started heading for the kitchen once more.

She entered and threw the mail down in front of her parents as she sat rather loudly into the chair.

"Something wrong Hayley?" asked her father in a sarcastic tone, eyeing her with a somewhat less stern face then she had hoped for.

Hayley didn't answer. She needed to choose her words carefully, and in a way they can't refuse.

"Is it those dreams again?" he asked. Hayley looked at him with annoyance written all over her face. She hasn't seen this man in over 48 hours, and the only thing he can ask her is what she sees when she sleeps. She tried to stay calm, he didn't know this feeling, he got to go to Hogwarts, he got to experience the world of the wizards.

"Mum, dad can I er - talk to you?" she said through a sweet voice. Jane look at her startled, Will just threw the paper aside and stared at her to. They hadn't heard that sweet of a tone come out of there daughter since she was 14.

"Sure Hayley anything," said her mother. A look of joy was evident in her face, but Hayley didn't let that get to her, she had to stay clam.

"I'm 16 right?" she said timidly, letting out a long breath as she spoke the sentence. She was going to lure them into her trap very well.

"Yes," they both answered in unison, a little too much pause in there voice. Hayley nodded trying not to smile and keep a straight face at the impact she was having on her parents. I guess with hormones, moods can change very quickly.

'So far so good.'

"I-am-16,-do-you-two-plan-on-keeping-me-in-this-dog-cage-till-I-am-18?" she said, amazingly all coming out in one breath. She took in another inhale before looking at her parents. Her mother was looking at her father, but her father wasn't looking back. His head was down casted in a very 'stay- clam' manner.

"We've talk about this, you're not going to Hogwarts and that's final," he said disappearing behind his paper again that he had picked up seconds before.

Hayley then heard someone let out a very long, clam sigh.

"No - Will," said a determined voice to her left.

Hayley saw her father set the newspaper down to question her mother who was looking at him through as much of a stern face she could muster.

"Sorry," he said; brows knitted.

"I said no, she is totally right -- she is 16, and we have no business keeping someone at that age locked up in a house."

"Jane we've even talk about this and the answer is no."

"She is my daughter to you know."

"I know that, but she is not going to Hogwarts and that's final."

"You know what we will talk about this after work," she said getting up, kissing her daughter on the cheek and heading towards the door.

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And that's just what her parents did. Hayley was already in bed, trying to hear the frantic whispers going on in her parent's bedroom. Haley sighed out of tiredness. She didn't have a long day, but it felt like it. Going shopping with her dad, and spending the rest of the day flying in the back yard with him, trying to get some good use out of her Firebolt her father had bought her, for her fifteenth birthday last year. Her yard was big enough to fit three Quidditch poles in there. And that's just what her father had done, but they weren't as big as the ones she saw at the Quidditch Cup she had attended with him when she was 14 as her present.

Hayley gave up on hearing anything from her room. She threw the covers off her body, and headed towards the door. She made sure not to turn her knob to hard, or make it emerge any rusting sounds. Once the door was widely open, she headed down the four rooms that were on the platform of the third floor.

She put a quivering ear to her parents door. Her mothers voice becoming so clear it sounded like she was talking to her right there face to face.

"-- Will she is our daughter to, you don't make all her decisions!"

"Jane you know just as much as I do that -- that Potter boy goes there!"

"So what, we made a promise to her -"

"Love, keep it down will you."

"Sorry you know that we made a promise to her Will, and she doesn't know about it, and she won't, until she is ready."

"She may never be ready, but she isn't going to Hogwarts, we've talk about this and that's final."

"No Will you've talk about this..She is my daughter too, I love you so much, and I will stand by you worth everything, but this first time -- I am stepping back, she is going to Hogwarts Will and THAT'S FINAL!!"

Hayley started hearing footsteps walking to the door. With a boost of speed she sprinted down the hallway. Praying her mother wouldn't see her. She finally reached her room, shutting the door a little too loud as she flopped down on her bed. She started hearing foot steps coming to her door now. Immediately trying to look believable, she turned over and grabbed a book that was lying on her beside cabinet. Opening it, she tried gazing over the words while controlling her breathing..

*Knock* *Knock*

"Come in."

She noticed even her voice had changed to. It was high a squeaky.

If her mother had known she was spying on Will and her..she would be dead. She could always remember doing that also, but not really caring about it at the time.

"...Hayley.."

"Yes mum?"

"Can I talk to you?"

"Er -- sure."

"You're father and I talked."

"..Okay - what does that mean."

"And we feel you were right, you are 16 and deserve a life of your own."

"What are you saying mum?"

"I'm saying you're going to Hogwarts love."

Hayley felt like every nerve in her body was just cut off. She stared at her mother. For the first time in months she felt like hugging her.

"Really?" she asked through a disbelieving voice.

"Yes really."

"And dad?"

"He supports but isn't too happy about it."

"Oh my god..MUM!!!" Hayley said wrapping her arms around her mother in a death grip hug.

"When can I go?" she said pulling away from her mother feeling the joy all over her face. She felt like she was going to scream into a million pieces.

"Well that's the problem, see Hayley at Hogwarts semester starts on September 1, and it's already October 24."

"So what are you saying -- that I can't go?"

"Well I don't know -- you know what I will owl the headmaster in the morning."

"Oh Merlin thank you mum," said Hayley pulling her into another hug.

"I know, 12 years of home schooling is enough, and I should have realized it."

"Took you long enough."

"Hayley!"

"Sorry couldn't resist."

"Well tomorrow's Monday and you still have to do tutoring lessons before we get word of Hogwarts, alright. G'night love," said Jane kissing her forehead.

"G'night mum."

Hayley watched as her mother shut the door behind her. She needed to scream. 12 years of work and she was finally going. She thought she was going to burst into a million pieces if she didn't do something soon. She turned around on her bed and grabbed her pillow, as she slammed it into her face, and let out the biggest scream possible. She was too excited to go to sleep, but she knew if she didn't Mrs. Kenbreak would lecture her till dust till dawn.

Hayley laughed to herself at the thought of the old witch. She was never going to have to see her ever again, if all this pulled through. She tired to go to sleep but it was impossible. She noticed the book she was "pretending" to read before Jane had come in, that was still lying on her bed.

'Readings a bore just read and go to sleep.'

She opened the book and tried to start reading the words. She didn't even know what this book was about. It was some rubbish Muggle book Mrs. Kenbreak made her read. She threw it down beside her, giving up. She turned over and turned off the light, before getting comfortable.

'Wait a minute. Who's the Potter boy dad was talking about?'

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Yes! Chapter three's now done with spelling errors and grammar. I must say this chapter was a lot better done then chapter two was, but still I am very proud of myself!