Authors Note: Okay my lovlies. I altered a little bit of the story, but not much. I had actually been meaning to do this for a few days. I altered the whole school part about her (reposted below for those of you wishing to read the new part of it). So it should make a little more sense with the whole outlook...or..whatever. I don't know.

Also, you have to understand Adriana. I'm thinking of posting a character listing so that you can get to know the character a little better and the background from which they came from. Which, if I do post that (and I most likely will), then it will go in place of the next chapter instead (but will be placed at the front of the story, for practical reasons). Just to clear things up a bit.

Also, the last chapter was suppose to be humorous. I have a weird sense of humor. You see, Adriana is misinterpreting everything she hears and distorting it to what she believes is insult and injury against her, but is really nothing more than the polite ways of society. Her mind is warped, basically. So...yeah. And it's all from her point of view, no one elses so far so you have to bear with her childish/immature/completely-bitch personality right now. Soon it will change to something else and then again. But, you'll see it when the time has come.

Disclaimer: I don't own an of the HP characters. Never did. Never will. I own my own.

" My name is Adriana Alkowitz. I'm pretty much your average seventeen year old girl in my opinion. I'm in my final year of school, which is great. The thing is, I go to a school for witches and wizards. Kind of cool, huh? Since I was eight I've been learning all the ways of witches and wizards, which I think is normal for American witches and wizards. Probably due to the higher-than-average drop out rates. I'm not really sure on that though. There are five schools for America because it is so over-populated and far too spread out. I have been to each one, too, though mostly having been homeschooled because of my frequent moving. "

And...

" 'Mm-you-gull. A human consisting of non-magical abilities and not born of a family of witches and wizards.' How strange. Why not call them humans like the American do? English people are so weird. I read about riding around on brooms for transportation and wands for creating magic. How silly. Why not levitate yourself to the destination? Not only that, but they don't require classes like occlumency and legilimency like I have been required of. "

That's all that has been changed...so far...

Sometimes Love Can Be Magical

The Birds, The Bees, And The Thestrals

I had finally made it to the owl emporium. It was a dark shop with screeching and the rustle of feathers being made by owls. I looked around for a bit, noticing many different owls. Snowy owls, screech owls, barn owls, brown owls. I found the snowy owls to be the most beautiful there and was about to settle for one, despite wishing for something better, then I spotted a black owl in the back corner, surrounded by total darkness. It had silky-looking feathers that contrasted with its demonic red eyes that seemed to glare rather than be round like the others. I probably wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't double looked at what I initially thought to be an empty cage.

I walked up to the cage. "Why hello there. You're very beautiful for a bird, especially for an owl, unlike the rest of these others." To this the owl just tilted its head and I laughed. "And apparently you know this too." I sigh. "How would you like to come home with me? Would you like that?" I stick my hand into the cage, fully knowing it could be bitten, but it's not. The owl rubbed against it somewhat affectionately if I do say so myself. "Well I think that answers that." I smile and pick up the cage and go towards the front desk. "It's time to buy you."

I set the cage on the counter top. "I'd like to buy this owl. How much is it?"

The man at the counter glances at me and then at the owl. "That bird is not for sale."

"Excuse me? Why isn't this bird for sale?"

"It always gives trouble to the owners. Defiant and insane, they say. Always comes back here. I don't want to bother selling this bird anymore. She's giving me a bad reputation, that one. On top of that, there was a sign on her cage saying she wasn't for sale."

"No there wasn't. If you don't want to sell this bird you shouldn't have put it on display in the shop. You should have put it behind your counter with a sign you could be sure would stay on all the time."

"I suppose that would work, but she's trouble even for me."

"Well she wouldn't be a problem for me. You should sell a bird that was technically on display. I am willing to pay double, triple if you'd like. If you still refuse to sell me this bird you will pay dearly for it. You would regret not selling me this bird, perhaps for the rest of your life. So, I'll repeat myself once more. How much is this bird?"

He glanced up at me again. "That bird is not for sale."

I nodded my head. "Fine. You have sealed you and your family's fate. Have a good day, for it will be one of your last." I turned on my heel and left the shop. I will get my bird if it were the last thing I did and that man would regret it eternally.

I glanced down at my list. Nothing left but a few necessities and the shop listed at the bottom. Borgin and Burkes. I decided I would visit the shop and return home, having the servants retrieve the rest of my items for me.

This time, however, I would not spend as much time searching for the place. I walked up to a random wizard, who looked like he would've known a great deal of things. He had long silver blond hair and a straight cane with a jewel adorned at the top. He was wearing robes despite the nice day that it was and seemed to be in a good mood. I decided I would approach him fully and ask. "Excuse me, but would you happen to know where Borgin and Burkes is located?"

He looks down on me as if I were the scum of the earth. "Why do you want to know?"

"I don't think that's really any of your business," I state. "So, do you know where it is or not?"

He eyes me for a moment, which during this time I could feel him trying to read my mind, which he failed at, before he gave me an odd expression and pointed off a little to the right. "It's just that way, around the first corner on the left."

I nodded. "Thanks. You really shouldn't try to pry into the minds of others though. It's quite rude." I leave him standing there with a slight scowl on his face, which I hadn't noticed turn into a wry smile as I headed off towards Borgin and Burkes.

I came upon the corner the man had talked about. It was an alley. An alley inside of Diagon Alley. Why would they do that? Diagon Alley really isn't an alley at all. It's more or so like a town with many foreigners. Why would they name a town an alley? Why would they put alleys in an alley? Thoughts of these and more entered my mind as I went to open the door to Borgin and Burkes.

Just then I was knocked over onto my back. I looked up to find a pair of gray eyes returning my gaze. He had blond hair like the man I had seen only moments ago, only this boy's was more of a white blond than the silver blond I had seen before (which went beautifully with his eyes if I do say so myself). He had pale skin and, oddly enough, thick black robes, like the man again, that draped over him and myself. To someone else it would've probably looked like two teenagers fooling around in a deserted alleyway. After a few minutes of silence, which was actually quite comfortable given the situation, I spoke up. "Are you going to get off of me?"

"No," he replied, his voice as calm as mine.

"No? Well why not?"

"Because I don't feel I have any reason to." Yep. This one's got an ego to him too.

"How about because I simply asked."

"Nope."

"Alrighty then." I sighed and laid there, my mind wandering off towards what my father could possibly want for me to do at Borgin and Burkes. Maybe something for the baby? Quite possible. I don't think so though. Nothing for a baby would be in such a place like this. But, then again you never really know. "No. I doubt that still," I said to myself out loud, not realizing it until I got a response.

"No? No what?" he asked, confused.

I look up at him. "Nothing. Just thinking to myself out loud."

"What were you thinking about?"

This question reminded me, yet again, of the man who tried to pry into my mind. "Nothing really. Just babies." His eyes grew wide and he looked to my stomach. "No, I'm not the one. Someone I know well is though."

He looked relieved almost immediately. "Don't you mind me being on top of you?"

I shook my head. "Quite used to it, really. I don't have any reason that I should mind, do I? I doubt you'd try anything. Though, I do have thing I need to do. So are you going to get off of me?"

"No."

"Well you should."

"Why should I?"

"Because if you don't I'll set you on fire."

"Set me on fire? You don't even have a wand."

I raise my eyebrows. "Feeling me up or something? Anyways, I don't even need a wand for simple magic." I smile with a tad bit of superiority.

"Don't need one? That's ridiculous."

"No, just the truth." A few more minutes go by in silence. "Get off now," I say, irritably.

"Why?"

"I already told you! Get off or I'll set you on fire! I have things I need to do and lying here isn't one of them!" I yell at him, after realizing that I needed to get home and pack.

"Don't get angry-"

"I'm not angry. Just pressured on time."

"Either way you should be so lucky to be beneath me like this," he answered, smugly. Yeah, this proves it. He's an egotistical, self-centered person.

"Beneath you? Beneath you!?! Just who do you think you are to talk to me in such a way?!"

"Well, I'm Draco Malfoy, of the rich and power-"

"Never mind!" I go to try and shove him off but he grabs my wrists, pins my arms above my head, and begins to smirk. "Get off or I will set you on fire! I'm warning you!"

"You haven't a wand."

"I told you I don't need one. Wands amplify a users magic ability, and something as small as a spark of fire doesn't rely on a stupid wand."

"Well I guess your just going to have to set me on fire. In the meantime..." his voice trailed off and his head lowered. Suddenly his robes caught on fire near his head. The boy yelled out and jumped off of me. He pointed his wand at his robes and said something, extinguishing the flames as he did so. "What the bloody hell was that for?!?"

"I told you," I replied calmly, "get off or I'll set you on fire." I turn and go into Borgin and Burkes before he can say another word.

A man comes walking out of a back room. "State who you are and your business."

"Uhh...I don't really know why I'm here, but my name is Adriana Alkowitz. The only thing I know is my father sent me here."

His eyes widen and he hurries to the back. I hear some noises before he returns with a small box. "I am sorry Miss Alkowitz. I had it out earlier and had actually just put it back. I thought, perhaps that you had decided against coming to retrieve it." He hands me the box and I put it in one of my bags. "Is there anything else you need, Miss Alkowitz?"

"Just two things. Information of that blond boy who was in here earlier and whether or not you send packages small enough by means of owl."

"I do send things by owl. As for that boy, his name is Draco Malfoy..." The man told me of this Draco person, his family, his past, and his personality that he knew. I would get my revenge and it would be cold and sweet.

I went home and let the servants retrieve the rest of my school things. I began to pack some of the things that I didn't trust my servants to do for me. Don't get me wrong or anything, I do know they would have probably done it all well and such, but I am very particular about my things and don't trust others with them often. Well, I just don't trust others at all, really. I was about an hour into it, having only packed three things because I got caught up in the memories some of those items held, when I realized I hadn't eaten at all.

Down in the kitchen I see my father, which is a bit surprising.

"How was your shopping trip Adriana?" His mood seems to be for the better, which is a good thing for me.

"It was fine, I guess..." I trail off purposely, leaving him room to figure out that I was lying.

"You guess? What's wrong? Did you not get all that you wished for in the place? We could always ship whatever you want from where ever to here."

I sighs. "No, it's nothing. I just wanted this certain owl, is all. He wouldn't sell it to me. I guess I'll have to settle for something else." I try to sound as casually depressed about it as possible, even putting in the words 'something else', which I knew would be a sure sign to get his attention to the matter and his determination to get the owl. He never let anyone in the family have anything but the best or what they had wanted. It was a sort of pet-peeve of his.

"Oh, no Adriana. I'm sure there must have been a mistake," he tried to assure me, sitting down on the bar stool across from me.

I shook my head. "No, I asked him several times and he still further denied me. It was even on display for sale, so I do not understand why he would do such a thing. I offered to pay any price he wanted, but he refused."

I sighed again and looked up at my father, who was becoming more enraged by the minute, his face twisting to pure hatred one second and then back to smiling the next. "Don't worry. I will have the problem dealt with and rest assured you will have your owl."

I flash him a smile, showing my gratitude. "It's a black one. The only black one there. It is undoubtedly the most beautiful owl I've seen. You will instantly know which one I speak of." I talk like he is going there to talk to the man himself, though I know he will probably send someone else to ruin the family and destroy the shop. He never does anything that small and less important personally. Though, I would not let him know I knew what he had planned, even if I didn't have to read his mind. He tried to play off as being kind to others towards me and that he was just some well-respected businessman, but I knew better and I think he knew that I knew better. I grab a sandwich and head back upstairs.

The day to leave for school had come at last. I expected to be immediately be transported to the school in order to be sorted, but was surprised when I told I would be going to the school just as the rest of the students - rich or poor - would be. I thought back to what I had read in the book. I would be going by a train. A train. This seriously can not be happening to me. Great, I'll be going to a school filled with weird people in a smelly train. Life just keeps getting better and better.

A book in my hand, I was on the platform with my luggage closely being tugged behind me by a servant.

"Miss, I do believe it is time to board the train soon. Perhaps we should get on now so as to get a good compartment towards the back away from others?" She asked me, knowing how I didn't like to be around others.

I nodded and led the way to the back, finding the last room. The servant shoved my bag carefully in the luggage rack and went to the door, bowing. "Have a good year, Miss. Farewell." I nodded my head at her, to dismiss her, and she left, closing the door behind her but leaving a crack open accidentally.

I sighed and opened up my book, beginning to read it, when a familiar voice interrupted my concentration.

"There are no empty compartments!" the voice yelled, followed by another voice.

"I think I see one up ahead."

I heard footsteps coming towards my door and decided to act as if I hadn't known they were coming, returning to my book. The door to the small train room opened and there was a gasp. I looked up to find the ugly girl from the alley looking back. Her hand covered her mouth, probably to exaggerate her gasp and a finger was pointed at me.

"Drakie-poo, that's the rude girl I was telling you about!" She exclaimed.

"Don't point, it's rude," I say somewhat automatically, being used to telling people this.

More people come behind the ugly girl and then I hear another person gasp. "You!"

I look over to spot the blond-haired boy again. "Yes, me. What about it?" I ask calmly.

"You set me on fire! And you didn't use a wand!"

"Yes. I do recall warning you of that. Various times if my memory serves me right. So, really, it's your own fault."

The ugly girl's eyes widen like saucers. "She set you on fire?" She questions disbelievingly.

"Yes, she did."

She turns to me, seething. "How dare you set my Drakie-poo on fire! Who do you think you are? Don't you know who he is?"

I shake my head. "No. I know his name, though I had to ask the man from the shop because I didn't remember it from when you had told me because I wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. I'll know who he is when I get my mail though," I state somewhat thoughtfully, placing my index finger to my chin. "But hopefully my owl will soon arrive. Soon though, soon," the last bit being directed to myself more than the others.

They all look outraged. Draco speaks up. "You...you weren't even paying attention? Just who do you think you are?!?"

I sigh. "I didn't think you were deaf like...whoever she is," I say, gesturing to the girl with a wave of my hand, "but yes, I was not paying attention. As for who I am, I am Adriana Alkowitz. Now, if you don't mind leaving so I can get back to my book, it would be much appreciated. You can also shut up and sit if you wish. Either way I don't care. Though, if you don't I will have to harm that thing you call a face this time rather than your robes. You decide."

He scowls at me when three other people show up. "Harry Potter." Draco spits out through clenched teeth. "I see you still hang out with the blood-traitor and mudblood. Though it's not too late to-"

I cut into his sentence, hardly realizing he was even talking. "Harry! How nice to see you. Won't you and your two friends come and join me?"

Harry glances at Draco momentarily with a short glare before turning to me with a smile. "Sure Adriana. We'd love to." He and the two others step into the small area.

"Don't act like you don't see me," Draco demanded.

"Oh? You're still here? I'd have thought you'd have left by now. Why do you stay? Do you intent to jump me once more and attempt to kiss me again or something? If not, you can leave." I stand up.

"I have no intentions of jumping you and-"

"Well then good day to you." I close the door in his face and turn to sit down.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Exclaims the red-headed boy.

I look to the window and see the hallway empty. "Not really. I don't see how something as simple as ignoring someone was brilliant."

The girl who was sitting next to Harry speaks up with wide eyes after lightly smacking the red-headed boy. "Oh, excuse Harry for being impolite and Ron for being obnoxious." She shoots the red-headed boy a glare. "They have mannerism problems. My name is Hermione Granger and this is Ron Weasley. I see you've met Harry already though."

"Yeah, he assisted me with my school books. I'm Adriana Alkowitz by the way. If you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my book."

"I agree with you on the ignoring Draco thing, not that these two would ever consider such an easy way out," she states, glancing over at Harry and Ron.

Ron mutters something low, but still audible. "Not another one", to which Harry nodded in agreement and both were hit in the head by Hermione. I pay no mind to it and read my book the rest of the train ride there.

When we arrived it was dark and drizzling lightly, a small rumble in the clouds in the distance. The station at Hogsmeade was decorated with welcoming decorations for first years mostly and some for last year students. I followed the general crowd of people, while a large man in the distance yelled loudly "First years this way!". The crowd led me to a path with hundreds of carriages being moved by thestrals, who seemed to stare at me with their pupil-less eyes. I pulled my luggage behind me, it being much heavier than expected, and I had wished I brought my servant with me. I walked up to the animal and reached my hand out. It sniffed my hand and moved its nose beneath my hand.

I smiled before I was interrupted by Draco once more. "Why are you petting that retched creature?"

"I don't think that's really any of your business, Draco," I said turning to face him. I smiled inwardly at the thing I was about to do.

"Well, I was jus-" he trailed off, his face dropping as he looked at my eyes which I changed to match that of the animal behind me.

"What's the matter Draco?" I said with insanity in a deep, hoarse voice, adding to the insanity by changing my canine teeth to grow larger and smiling while tilting my head slightly to one side and making my eyes grow larger. "Is there a PROBLEM DRACO?!?" I took a step closer to him and he took one away.

"You're a bloody psycho! Possessed! Get away from me!" He jogged away from me. I began to laugh and returned to my former self.

"That was great," came a second voice from beside me. I turned to see a Slytherin girl with deep brown hair color. She had eyes to match her hair and her skin complexion was slightly tanned.

"Yeah, he deserved it though. I'm starting to get a headache from him."

"Really? Not many people from Slytherin house can say that. At least, the girls that is. We should grab a carriage before they are all taken." We take our bags into the carriage with us as we board. "What were we saying?"

"Slytherin girls don't get real headaches because of Draco Malfoy."

"Oh yeah, wait...-"

"Slytherin?" I look down at my robes. I had forgotten that I had already bought my robes before I was sorted. "I'm not a Slytherin yet. I am to be sorted later but have complete confidence that I will be placed there."

She nods. "You look very old for a first year, but I suppose it's because of your being a 'shifter."

"I'm an exchange student from America in my final year."

"Oh, sorry. I made the wrong assumptions."

"Oh, it's alright. My name is Adriana Alkowitz by the way."

"Mine is Nikitia Burmingstine, but you can call me Nikki. I'm a seventh year as well."

"This isn't my seventh year. I started school at age eight. So this is my tenth year."

Her eyes grow. "Wow, that must really be horrible."

"No, not really. It's great, actually. You learn a lot more, which is conventional with situations like Draco."

She laughs. "I suppose."

We continued talking like that for the rest of the trip to the castle. Maybe not all English witches are that bad after all...

And slowly her terrible opinion of others begins to dwindle...Mwahahaha.