Oh. My. God. Lord above help me, where am I going? I am going to Hogwarts. No way. Was the book true? Was J.K Rowling telling the truth about magic and Voldemort and Harry Potter? I cant believe this. It has to be a fluke. But no, its real. I actually got the letter. It actually came with an owl. And I know I have magic. I remember the day I realized it too.

(flashback)

Home alone. Again. I can't wait till I'm eighteen and can move out. I mean, I love my mom and all, but living in an apartment with friend is soo much more interesting. sigh. Two months and one year left. Ah well, let see what I have to eat. Not much. I'll make a bowl of cereal. Not very sustaining, but then again, honey nut cheerios never let me down. I sit down and turn on the TV to watch the last of the news. Boring, I know, but tis the only thing on other than "Judge Judy," and I'm just waiting for the Simpsons to come on. That's my favorite show. Even though a lot are reruns nowadays, I have been a loyal fan ever since I was four years old. Anyway, watching the news, this one story comes up.

"Last night, President Bush passed a new law stating that, in times of need such as now, presidential elections will postponed and the president would have complete power over the nation until the danger has passed." The news spokesperson said.

Shit. Well, there goes America. Wonder where I could move to? Hmm, Thailand sounds tropical, I have family in Germany though, so it might be easier to get a new passport if I moved there first. Damn Bush. Leave it to him and us damn Americans to ruin our beautiful civilization.

In my anger I throw the receiver across the room. I hate Bush with a vengeance. I once tried to get a club at school that would try to find ways to assinate him in the white house, but none of the teachers would support it, and all of my friends were scared that they would get arrested. So much for that.

Anyway, the news is finally over, now I just have to change the channel to watch the Simpson, then my mood will hopefully get better. Only one problem: the receiver is now all the way across the room. Now, I am fit, I am on the school swim and rock climbing team, but after school I just get lazy. It would be too much work to put my cereal on the coffee table, throw the blanket off, get up, and walk across the room, come back, throw the blanket on me again, pick up my dinner and then change the channel. Just too much work.

So instead of getting up, I reach my hand as far as it will go. To no effect. My arm covers about two feet of the necessary ten foot distance. So instead of taking this logically, I focus all of my energy upon the receiver coming to me. I picture it coming to my hand, picture the feel of the receiver on my hand and everything. And then, for some strange reason the receiver actually floated up and came to rest in my hand.

(end flashback)

So here I am. It's still hard to believe. My leg and arm is already purple and blue from all the pinching I've been doing. I just cant believe it. I mean, would you?

Right now I am actually at Hogwarts. Mom transferred some money so I could have a private room, and then flew from California into London to get my stuff at Diagon Alley, spent the night in a hotel, then took the Hogwarts Express to you know were.

One surprising thing is that they actually accepted me. I mean, considering how old I am, I know close to nothing about magic. But apparently I'm the only one who can actually do magic without using a wand, so Dumbledore wants to research me or something.

What surprised me the most though, is that I'm in the same year as Harry Potter. I knew that we were the same age and everything, but I don't think I ever actually realized it until I sat down at the first spot that was open at the Gryffindor table (yes, I was sorted into Gryffindor…..the hat didn't even speak to me, I was sooo nervous, but then apparently it was just thinking to itself cuz it all of a sudden screamed in my ear like theres no tomorrow that I was in Gryffindor…. I mean really, it could've just spoke normally and everyone would've heard it because it was so damn quiet in there.).

So I sat down at the first spot that I saw, looked up and saw these really, really green eyes. I don't think it is physically possible to have eyes that shade of emerald green. They were so beautiful. I would've stared at them for ages, but then my brain registered a mouth moving under the eyes, and I realized that he'd spoken to me. I looked down, I was really quite embarrassed, thank god I don't blush easily through my tan.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"That's okay, Hi, I'm Harry." Ohmygod. I know I totally already knew that, but the fact that he just said it seems like its now totally really. I shook his hand across the table,

"I'm Constance"

"Constance… now there's an interesting name, where is it from, or really, what does it mean?"

"It's German, and I think I was named after Constantine." And just because of the blank face I got after that, I added, "You know, the first Christian Roman Emperor." I am quite proud of my name, I think it's cool that I was named after this great ruler dude.

"That's cool. I have no idea what my name means."

I was at that moment that Dumbledore decided to stand up.

"I realize that events in the past have greatly saddened our atmosphere and have a need to be addressed. However, this is feast that has a need to be enjoyed, so let us try and forget our past for awhile and DIG IN."

It was with these words that food appeared on the table, but also that Harrys face fell. I could tell he was being conflicted inside, and his eyes were worried and full of pain. It hurt me to see him like this. I felt that I too was depressed with past events and could feel his pain, even though, I have never been close to his type of horror. The point is that I couldn't watch him stare at his empty plate like that.

"Hey, don't be sad. I mean, really, please, you look like you ate a sock, and I think that if I picture everything here as socks I'll lose my appetite too. And eat for the sake of mankind Harry, you look like my father did when he died, you can't be in that good of a position now can you?"

Thank god he grinned! It was small, but it was something. From experience I'm horrible at cheering people up. I feel better now, and I give him an encouraging smile while I dole out some salad, potatoes and my all time favorite, sushi.

"Is that good?" he asked me, pointing to the sushi.

"Yes! Don't tell me you've never tried it!" He hadn't though, which kind of made sense, since in London they don't get a lot of fish.

"Here, try some!" And I handed him the dish of sushi.

He tried some, and by the look on his face, he really liked them.

"What is this?"

"It's sushi Harry, honestly, native to Japan, it's quite popular in the United States particularly on the coast in places California. I'm guessing it's here tonight, because that's where Constance is from, and the house elves thought it might be nice to serve food she's used to. You are just too stupid sometimes" That was Hermione. I couldn't believe it. I looked toward her for the first time (next to Harry), and was actually disgusted with what I saw. Normally, I probably would've been all "hey!" but just because she'd talked to Harry in that demeaning manner, I totally glared at her. Here I was trying to cheer Harry up, and she just goes and almost insults him!

Apparently, I wasn't the only one glaring at her. As I looked around, an unmistakable Ron and other Gryffindors were also giving her looks of disgust. Hermione herself was glaring at Harry like he was a slug, and Harry had his eyes closed and was looking into his lap.

"Whoa! No that was uncalled for! What the fuck is that all about?" I had to know.

Hermione turned her gaze to glare at me with, shockingly, more hatred than at Harry.

"Nothing you would care about, you arrogant little Yankee Bitch!"

Okay, now that was seriously uncalled for. I might be a Yankee because I did live in the states and a bitch because I am a girl, but what did I ever do to her? When I said this however, I was interrupted by Harry.

"Just leave it alright. I'll explain to you later." He said to me.

"You bloody as hell won't!"

"Just leave it be!" Ah, the first words Ron says in my presence, finally. He was glaring full on at Hermione, and when she looked around at him, she sighed angrily and glared at her empty plate.

The rest of the meal was quite normal. We didn't talk much, but when we did it was on where I was from. I could tell that Harry was fully interested in my past, and California and just about everything about me.

Dumbledore finally stood up, and the room went silent. He began to talk too, but I fully got distracted. Harry, when he turned to face the teachers table had pushed his leg against mine. I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or what, but I definitely didn't move it! My whole body got this happy, warm, feeling, and when I looked at him, he had a small, mischievous smile on his face. The nerve of him! I have to admit it felt really nice though.

Dumbledore finished quite abruptly too. Somehow, I knew I hadn't missed much, because Ron grumbled something about Dumbledore trying to get away with not saying anything. I got up, and then started moving with the great throng of Gryffindors towards our dormitory.

I actually had no idea were I was supposed to go, but I decided that I could just go with the flow. I was wrong though. It seemed that the other Gryffindors had other plans and just sort of scattered everywhere. Lost in thought about nothing, I just sort of kept walking straight until I realized that I had no idea where I was supposed to go.

To say it short, I was lost.

Shit.