Disclaimer: Once again, the only thing I own are my OCs. The things you regonize are J.K. Rowlings.

I sat on my bed with my headphones on. I was singing 'Walk Away'. My mom came in as I was singing. "Time to go," she said.

I turned the CD off and followed her downstairs. We went by floo-powder, of course. I stumbled out of the fireplace, coughing. I ended up falling on someone. The person caught me, "Whoa, be careful!" the guy said.

I stood up and looked at him. He had messy black hair, a stunning green eyes that were surrounded by circle glasses. Even in the states we knew who he was. Not that I really cared but my eyes flicked to his scar. "Thanks, I'm sorry. I really hate floo-powder," I said.

He laughed, "Yeah, I know what you mean." He glanced at me, seeing me look at his scar.

"I'm, sorry, I know it must bother you that everyone…"

"No, I'm used to it by now. You know who I am, but who are you?"

I put my hand out, "I'm Kiara Lesto. I just moved here from America," I said as nicely as I could.

He smiled, "It's nice to meet you. You'll be going to Hogwarts, then? Do you think you'll be in Gryffindor?"

"That won't be happening. Kiara will be in Slytherin," Mom said from behind me.

I shot her a glare and was about to speak when she cut in, "Yes, I know you will be in Slytherin, Kiara," she said. "Now, Kiara we have a lot of shopping to do. Let's go!"

"But what about the jerk?" I asked.

"We are leaving, NOW!" she hissed.

"Jeez, keep your pants on. Sorry, Harry, I'll see you later," I said, giving him an apologetic look before storming out, Mom behind me. "So, where is Mr. White head?" I asked.

"He's going to meet up with us later," was her response.

So we went about our day, finally we went to the robe shop. I went in alone. I saw Harry and some other people. I smiled, "Harry!" I called.

He looked over at me with a look. Great he thought I was a stuck up pure-blood, like Draco.

I walked over and stopped in front of him. "Yes, I'm a pure-blood. Yes my mom can be a bitch. But I don't care if it's pure, mixed, purple or green blood. I'm not like her. So don't assume that I am. You know when you assume you make an ass out of U and me," I told him frankly.

He and his friends looked quite stunned. Harry opened his mouth but I continued.

"Please don't think that I am like one of those stuck up Slytherin people. Because I'm not. I have so many muggle friends back home. And I'm sorry for my mom. She's been acting weird lately."

Harry spoke up, "I see. I'm sorry if it seemed like I thought of you that way. I didn't, not after how nice you were. And you don't have to apologize for your mum."

"Oh, okay…" I said.

The boy with red hair cut in with a cough.

I looked at him, "I'm Kiara," I said with a smile.

He nodded, "I'm Ron Weasley and that's Hermione Granger."

I nodded and sat down next to Hermione.

Hermione turned to me, "Where are you from, you have an accent," she asked.

I laughed, "To me, you guys have the accent! I came from America. My mom and I just moved here yesterday," I told her.

My cell phone rang. I pulled answered it, standing up and walking away. It was Charlie calling to check on me. As I hung up my mom came in.

"Kiara, dear, we have to go. Micha is coming for a visit," she said.

I nodded, "Well, it was nice meeting you guys. I'll see ya at school!" I said as we left.

Micha was a good friend of my mother's. He was one of the darkest wizards I had ever met (to that date, at least). If he was coming for a visit, we knew it was important.