Living in California had been amazing. I had discovered some pretty amazing things, some of which include, cell phones, MAKE-UP, big sunglasses, beads, and the ever popular and much needed iPod. How lucky was I to have every one of those things. Meh, who knows?

But being at Hogwarts, which was quite interesting, made my life… I don't know… SO crazy. I had already fallen in love with this random boy named Harry Potter. And I had already made best friends with Lavender Brown, and some boy named Seamus Finnigan. They were okay, but nothing at all like my three BFFs back at home. Their names were Amanda, Mia, and Matt. Amanda had long, straight hair with a variety of browns and blondes. She had blue eyes and a PERFECT face. She was extremely beautiful, that's why Matt was so in love with her. Mia, A.K.A Michelle and Mitch, she had blonde hair with pink tips, it was short and extremely amazing. She had green eyes that were so mesmerizing, I found myself lost in them sometimes. She had amazing style, which is where I picked up most of my clothing taste. Before I left for London, we went on a shopping spree and she maxed out a credit card, just for me. Then there's Matt. Cute blonde boy, you'd most likely mistake him for a surfer. Although he did surf at times, he was a 'skater'. And Amanda and I sometimes got jealous of each other. Because although he was so in love with Amanda, him and I dated on and off, and he still loved me as well. I had plenty of friends in California, just none like the ones here. It turned out that Seamus and Lavender had dated once. And they were hostile towards each other. Because apparently, Lavender cheated on him with Ron Weasley. Oh, how I love drama.

In California, everyone dressed differently; no one wore these ridiculous robe things. But at Hogwarts, they were all the same, well kind of. Everyone laughs and smiles and just has a good old jolly time. But I, I was determined to change all that. To show everyone here that life isn't like this. That real life comes with pain, regret, deceit, and despair. By the end of this year, at least one person would be dead. I knew this because I'm good at... what's the word… foreshadowing. I'm not telepathic, cause that is just way too cliché. And I bet you anything; you've already heard a story about a blonde telepathic chick that falls for Harry Potter. A/N: let's see if anyone gets that… I know the way things work out, that's because I've been through a lot of bullshit.

Mina was getting better at understanding me. She did her best to keep up with my 'lingo', I knew she'd never fully catch up, but she'd get there. She was also trying really hard to keep Harry and I apart, I figured she had a bit of a crush on him. But in the end, I was the prettier one. That's rude, but it's the truth and everyone knows it. When people ask for my full name, and I give them the name Leelyn Granger, they are shocked. "Why, you're very pretty for a Granger." And I will thank them. And then I will silently hate them, because although it is the truth, I don't like it the way they think Mina is so ugly, because she's not as bad as everyone thinks. She just doesn't try.

The eyes of many boys follow me everywhere I go. It's nothing new to me, but if Matt had been here, he would've punched them all in the face. But he's not here, so have no protection. I just walk with Lavender and Seamus and pretend not to notice. I pretend not to notice that everything is so different here. Classes are so weird, and I will never understand any of it. I went from U.S. History to what, History of Magic? Advanced Chem. to Potions, now that is just ridiculous.

It was a Tuesday that I decided to actually have a real conversation with Harry, it all started when I walked up to him in the 'common room.' See I would've called it like a living room or something? But okay.

"Hey." I said, he looked up.

"Oh hey Micah."

"What are you doing?"

"Just reading, why don't you sit down?" I accepted the offer and sat down next to him, he turned to face me.

"This school is so different compared to high school."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, wow. Textbooks aren't at all like the ones here. They're like…newer and I don't know, prettier? (He laughed at this.) Boys are different as well."

"How so?"

"Well, the only boy I learned to trust in California was my best friend Matt, he was amazing and I loved him. But other boys, they would…like…take advantage of you, and use you for sex. Lots of boys did drugs and smoked pot. Every party I went to, I would either be attacked by a drunken boy, or be driving one home. The boys here are…prude. Well I don't really know that they're prude, considering I haven't hooked up with one or anything. I'm just saying, they seem that way."

"Wow the boys really are different. That's so weird, how you can go from one place to another and everything is just different."

"Yeah, imagine this. Living in California for a long while, and getting used to everything, the warm weather all the time, the boys walking around with shirts off, and just everything so crazy. Then I'm moved to London and everything's colder and just...I don't know. Conservative. AND THEN the world decides to make me a witch. It's crazy."

"I bet it is crazy, I would hate that."

"Wow, no guy has ever listened to me like this, well except Matt."
"Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, been there. Done that. I don't really want to revisit old scars with him. But I love him to death, because he's saved my life so many times."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, there were times when someone would have to haul my ass to the hospital, and he would always be there to take the call. He was always there for me when I needed him. Always."

"That's a really good friend, it must have sucked having to leave him behind."

"Yeah, it did. It sucked really hard. It was like, leaving behind my whole world. It was weird because I used to see him everyday, and now I never do. We wrote e-mails, I hope you know what those are (he nodded.), I would call him several times a day right after I left, and now we're planning to write letters."

"Does he know you're a witch?"

"No, but I plan on telling him someday."

"I bet he'd understand, he sounds like the person that would accept you for who you are." I smiled at this.

"Yeah, he is. ENOUGH ABOUT ME. Tell me something about you."

"I have nothing to tell, honestly."

"That's a lie and you know It, Potter." we laughed.

"No, seriously."

"You must have something."

"Well, you and I have something in common."

"What might that be?"

"We both don't have parents." I gasped.

"For serious? How'd that happen?"

"Our stories are so much alike. Except I didn't go to a foster family, as soon as my parents died, I was put out on my uncle and aunt's doorstep, blah blah blah. It's a very complicated story. But I got my letter when I was about eleven or so. And the rest is history."

"Wait, back up. How did your parents die?"

"They were murdered."

"WHATTT! By who?"

"A dark wizard."

"Oh, that voldieguy."

"Voldemort."

"Yeah him, Mina told me not to talk about him around you."

"I don't mind. Gah she's always looking out for me."

"I know, sometimes I think she may have a wee bit of a crush on you."

"Did you just say wee bit?"

"Too much time around Seamus."

"I can tell. But if she has a crush on me, it won't matter. She's more of a sister to me than she is anything else. And that won't change."

"Wow, that's good." He laughed.

"How is that at all good?"

"Um, no reason at all."

"Right…" it was silent for a minute or two.

"Awkward silence? K." he laughed.

"So…yeah. Do you like music?"

"Of course."

"What kind of music?"

"Emo bullshit music." He laughed again.

"What's that?"

"Here I'll sing a song for you:

She said, don't. Don't let it go to your head. Boys like you are dime a dozen, boys like you are dime a dozen. She said, you're a touch overrated, you're a lush and I hate it. But these grass stains on my knees, they won't mean a thing. And all I need to know is that I'm something you'll be missing, maybe I should hate you for this. Maybe I should hate you for this."

"Wow. You are an amazing singer."

"I was told I get it from mi madre."

"Okay, now what is that?"

"Mother, in Spanish."

"Well, okay. That makes sense. So that's the kind of music you listen to?"

"Yeah, but there's other songs that are good. That song has just been on my mind all day. And I love it, so I decided to sing it."

"Well, you did a very good job."

"Thank you very much."

"You are so very welcome." I smiled.

"So anyway, do you like music?"

"I don't listen to it much, but you just made me into an emo bullshit music lover."

"Aha, should I be proud?"

"Yes, congratulations."

"Sweet action to me. Yeah, I tend to do that to everyone. I turned Mia into one too."

"Mia?"

"Best friend, back at home."

"Tell me about her."

"Well she's beautiful. Dated every guy she ever met. Blonde hair with some pink in it, I inspired her to do that too. She has amazing clothing taste. I'll show you a picture one-day. If I can actually find one. You'll fall in love with her."

"I doubt that I will fall in love with her…"

"Well, you'll at least think she's beautiful."

"She can't be as beautiful as you."

"AHA WOW. That was a total 'get-in-my-pants' line. I thought you to be better than that."

"I had to, the opportunity was just…there."

"It's all good, I've done it before too."

"I bet you have."

"So tell me, what did you think of me when you first saw me?" I asked, jumping to another subject.

"Well, honestly. I thought you were extremely beautiful. And then I got to know you and I decided you were ugly. I'M JUST KIDDING. No, you're beautiful. And then the first words came out of your mouth, and I loved your voice. Then I gave you the nickname. And I felt like me and you were going to be amazing friends."

"Do you ever think we could be more than friends?"

"Well you come right out and say it don't you?"

"Well, when I want an answer, I don't hesitate to try to get it."

"Tell me this, do you want to be more than friends."

"That's a total Matt more, turn it around and make it my decision."

"Is that good or bad?"

"I don't know."

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think that you're the most gorgeous boy I've ever met. You're the second boy I've ever trusted. You're really funny, and you're a lot like me. Quite frankly, Harry Potter, I think I have fallen for you."

"Well, you are not alone. Because Leelyn Granger, I've fallen for you as well."

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A/N: dear everyone, I loved this. MEHHH. Hopppee you liked.

Disclaimer; yeah, I own Leelyn and the plot. The other characters belong to J.K. Rowling. And the song that Leelyn sings is 'You're So Last Summer' by Taking Back Sunday.