Okay, I'm taking some of the ideas from my other story and putting them into a different one. Instead of having it be an Inuyasha fic, I will be writing my first Harry Potter fic. I love Harry Potter, by the way. :sighs dreamily:

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Sometimes, when you're in the dark, you lose yourself. You become nothing. Everything. Chaotic. And as you stumble through this dark, blindly searching for….something, you stop and realize something. Nothing matters anymore. Happiness means noting, because its only an illusion. Sadness is only a passing comfort. Fear can be the destruction of your very soul. And hatred…hatred is all you have. Hatred is what you draw life from. Hatred keeps you going, when all else fails to sustain you. And you smile in the darkness, knowing you will one day wreak vengeance upon all those who crossed you. And knowing this, you fade back into the calm of shadows, waiting to strike….

It was a normal day, on a normal street, in a normal house that our story really begins. The morning of the day, being Friday, and the last day of the school year, was seemingly uneventful for Anariel. She woke up, took a shower, spending extra attention to her short black hair. She blames her mother for her strange name, since her father said he had had no part in it. Luckily, she was called Ana by almost everyone.

After her shower, she ate breakfast, alone as usual. In the big dining room, she had pulled the curtains and not bothered to turn on any other lights. Grayish-blue light poured in through the windows, dark gray shadows against the walls. Her parents were away on business, also as usual. They were very wealthy, although Ana never really thought of herself as such. It was like just her parents were rich, and she was only someone they let live in their house. It was like she wasn't even part of their so-called "family".

Back upstairs in her room, Ana slid out of her bathrobe and pulled a uniform out of her dresser. A ghost of a smile graced her lips. This was the very last day she would ever have to wear this hideous uniform again. She was a sophomore and still had two years of high school left to go. But someone had convinced her parents to let her go to another highly recommended school. Ana had no idea who had done it, but she was immensely grateful. Her parents had never listened to her when she begged them to transfer schools.

Ana was a strange girl, to say the least. Long, black hair, with which she sometimes hides behind. Her eyes were an odd color; green hues blended with blue, speckled somehow. She was thin, but not painfully so. She attended school at Baker High. The only reason she went there is because her parents had heard before that it was highly recommended. There was a dress code, and she hated it. Uniforms; skirts, vests, ties, and ugly shoes. She despised the school almost more than anything on earth. The only thing she despised above all else though, were the kids who attended her school. They were…inferior…to her, at least. Their childish behavior was revolting. The boys were nothing but immature pigs and the girls were giggly, eyelash-batting, whores. At least, that's what she thought of them. She felt sick just being around them.

Once she was dressed, she walked downstairs, grabbed her backpack, and headed out the door. A chauffeur was waiting to take her to school in a black limousine. Ana hated being driven in the limousine, and would much rather walk to school, but her parents insisted that she be taken to school in style.

Ana sat close to the window, staring wistfully into nothingness. Her stormy bluish-green eyes spoke of sadness and wisdom beyond her years. Her black hair was cut 2 inches above her shoulders, and it feathered around her face like that of a fallen angel. She was 16 years old, and she despised her life.

Arriving at school, she politely told her driver good-bye and quickly left the car. She didn't want to be late for the last day of school. Her last exams were today. She walked through the hallways to her locker, passing people she had grown up with yet was totally separated from. While other people made friends, Ana grew apart from everyone.

She went to her first class, and sat through a boring lecture before her teacher passed out the exams. It was easy and she knew she aced it. She always got full credit on everything.

Two seats behind her, a boy who had enrolled just this year was whispering with another student. Ana caught her name in the conversation.

"Yeah, she's pretty weird. You know I heard she's rich." Said the new boy.

"Yeah, she's rich. She gets to school in a limo, for god's sake. There is something strange about her though. I just can't place it…"said the other guy.

Ana tried to drown them out by listening intently to the teacher as she made yet another boring end of the year speech. But the sting of the boy's conversation was imbedded in her mind. 'There's something weird about her…' Anariel kept her steely gaze just the way she wanted it. Emotionless; devoid of anything. She imagined herself a calm, serene lake, although inside, there was turmoil. She raised her hand.

"Yes, Anariel?" asked the teacher, her eyes finally falling on her raised hand.

"May I get a drink of water?" Ana asked in a fake schoolgirl voice.

"Go ahead." She turned back to the board and scribbled some equations.

Ana rose from her desk and walked calmly out the door, feeling everyone's eyes on her. She breathed a shaky sigh of relief as she shut the door behind her. Leaning against the brick wall for support, Ana glowered.

"That's right Ana. Run away. Go ahead, you always do. Weakling. How can you possibly be intimidated by these people?" she spat. She was disgusted with herself. People whisper. They talk about other people. 'But why do they have to talk about me?' she wondered. She decided she wasn't thirsty anyway, and headed for the exit.

Skipping had become a favorite pastime for Ana. She knew she would probably get in trouble one of these days. But sometimes she just couldn't take the claustrophobic feeling she got at school, surrounded by people who all seemed to be whispering about her. She was different…somehow. Even the stupid people at school noticed it. There was just something about her that made her inferior to everyone else. And she had yet to discover it.

As she traversed the sidewalks on a deserted road in town, she thought about her life, while resisting the urge to pity herself. Her parents were always gone. It was like she didn't even have parents. She smirked sardonically.

"I'll go down in history as the first girl to live with her biological parent's and still be an orphan." She thought aloud. "God, if I could just get away from everything…." She scuffed the toe of her ugly shoe on the cement.

"Well getting away from everything wouldn't really solve anything. Running away never does." A matter-of-factly voice said from near the ground.

Ana whirled around and looked for the source of the mysterious voice.

"Who said that?" she hissed. Looking around, all she saw was a sleek, black cat, sitting next to her, staring up at her with bright green eyes. "I'm going crazy…" she murmured, her hand going to her forehead. Hurriedly, she continued walking, trying not to glance back at the cat.

Anyone who was looking out their windows would see a waif of a girl, rushing down the street, her black hair getting her eyes. She kept glancing back at the cat but it was gone. Slowing down, she sighed and turned back to watch where she was walking.

"You see? Running away solves nothing."

Ana's eyes opened wide in shock and she stared at the cat in front of her in amazement. ' That cat…is talking….?'

"Well of course I am. I am sentient, you know. Come now…you're not going to rush off again are you? Not that I mind a good brisk walk. It's just hard to hold a conversation with someone when they're walking away from you."

Ana simply stood there and stared dumbly at the cat, who stared back, its tail swishing gently from side to side, green eyes penetrating.

"You…talk…." Ana spoke slowly, her eyes wide in shock.

"Yes….I….talk." answered the cat just as slow. The cat sat patiently, as if waiting for her to accept the fact.

"You're….a cat." Said Ana, whose brain just couldn't seem to catch up with things. The cat seemed to sit up a little straighter.

"I'm not just a cat," it said indignantly, "I'll have you know that I am your familiar. Come now, we have much to talk about." The cat sauntered off in the direction Ana had been going.

Ana wasn't thinking clearly anymore. Her brain wasn't functioning. 'Cats don't talk!' was all she could think of. 'I must be hallucinating. Someone must have drugged my breakfast. This is crazy. Insane. I've finally snapped. I've gone off the deep end…I'm officially psycho…What the heck is a familiar…?' she walked slowly after the strange cat/familiar, her face the picture of confusion.

The cat, meanwhile, was thinking hard. 'She doesn't seem what she is. This is going to be harder than I thought.'

'This cat is just a figment of my imagination.' Ana slowly started walking backwards until she found a side street. Quickly, she ran down the street towards her house, which was still a few blocks away.

Ana opened her front door slowly, and peered inside. There were no servants running around, so she slipped quietly inside. She climbed up the stairs, as fast as she could, taking them two at a time. She shut her door and stood against it, waiting for her breath to catch up with her. Walking to her window, she looked out across street at the cars going by. She saw the cat sitting at the end of her driveway.

So much for her normal day.

Soren didn't expect things to go very well, but he never thought Ana would run back to her house. It took him a minute to even realize she wasn't following him. But once he did, he simply Apparated to Ana's house. Sitting at the end of her driveway for a moment, trying to figure out how to go about this, he saw Ana watching him from a window on the second story. 'That must be her room…' he reasoned. Walking up to the door, he started meowing and scratching at it. A maid opened the door and looked down to find him staring at her with expectant eyes.

"Awww…. Gerald, look! It's a little cat!" she exclaimed, motioning to someone in the house to come and look. A man dressed in a butler's uniform came to the door and peered down at the cat.

"Elizabeth, you can't possibly be thinking you can--"

"But look at him! He looks so hungry! I'll just sneak him into the kitchen," she said, scooping Soren up into her arms, "and I'm sure the cook can find something for him." She smiled down at the cat in her arms. The butler closed the door with a sigh.

'Well, no reason to turn down a free meal…' Soren thought, licking his lips in anticipation. Elizabeth took him into the kitchen and the cook gave him a bowl of milk. Setting the cat down to let him eat, the maid went back to her duties. Soren soon finished licking the bowl clean, and decided to get back to the issue at hand. 'Duty calls…' he thought to himself, sneaking out of the kitchen and trotting up the stairs.

Sitting outside her door, Soren scratched determinedly. He was going to get her to listen, even if he had to annoy her to death.

"Go away, cat!" she called from her room. From her tone of voice, the cat could tell she was troubled and confused. He sighed and looked around to see if there was anyone nearby listening.

"Things would go a lot better if you opened the door. I have trouble talking to people through doors." He said.

"This is crazy….You're a cat!"

"I'm you're familiar! Not just a cat!" he said, exasperated.

"What on earth is a familiar!" she fairly shrieked. Soren cringed, hoping no one heard.

"My my…. You have quite a set of lungs there. I can tell you what a familiar is. But only if you open the door." Soren said, trying to be patient.

He waited, holding his breath.

Ana cautiously cracked the door open a bit, looking down at Soren.

"May I come in?" he asked politely. Ana's eyes were still wide, but she nodded her head, too shocked by him talking to speak. Soren quickly darted into her room and leapt onto of her bed, making himself comfortable. Ana ignored his intrusiveness and pulled up a chair.

"Now then, lets get started. My name is Soren, and I am your familiar."

"But what is--"

"I'm getting to that part. Just listen. No interruptions, please."

Ana bit her tongue and resisted the urge to strangle the answers out of him.

"Before I tell you what a familiar is, it would be best if we start at the beginning of everything. Otherwise, you will become quite confused, believe me." He said, his tail swishing gently. Ana listened intently, still believing herself crazy, but not yet coming to terms with it.

"You, my dear, are a very special person. A very privileged person, and no, I'm not talking about your parent's fortune."

Ana was growing increasingly confused already.

"Well the thing is…. there is no easy way to tell you…..it will be very hard to believe, I'm sure….but you….you are…." he hesitated, taking note of her expression of interest.

Ana leaned forward, in suspenseful agony.

"A witch."

I must read the Harry Potter books over again. I've forgotten a lot of stuff. Tell my if you like it.

-AngelTears15