It all started before I was born. I don't know exactly what happened. Sure, I have people to tell me, but they won't. Why? I guess it's for my safety or something. No matter how many times I ask, nobody will tell me.

Anyways, I'll tell you what I do know. I know my mom was American. She went to a school in London and got herself pregnant with me. She got into some trouble and had to leave me with a family friend. I think she's dead, but he won't tell me that. Nobody will.

But that's her story and a story for another day. Besides, telling that story gave me introduction to mine.

I'm almost sixteen. I've lived with Remus Lupin for as long as I can remember in a small condominium in London. I have golden blonde hair (kind of inbetween golden and dirty blonde) that falls into loose spirals to my shoulder blades and blue eyes. My story starts on a rainy August 1. It was torrential downpour and had been for hours, starting at 2 in the morning, and now being 8:30 pm. Well, that's London for you.

I was spazzing out in my room. I probably looked like a crazy person. Pacing back and forth and muttering to myself. Not to mention jeans in early August. I was driving myself crazy looking for anything that I might possibly have left behind. Because today is the day I'm leaving. Today is the day I leave my old life behind, and I never want to look back.

"Are you ready?" asked a voice from behind me.

I jumped slightly, from excitement of leaving I guess, and turned around to face him.

"Ready." I said to my long time friend and guardian, Remus Lupin.

"Great. We'll be traveling by portkey so double check to make sure you have everything."

"Sure." I said with a smile. I didn't bother telling him that that's what I had been doing for almost a half an hour. I wanted to check again and it wouldn't help to leave without saying goodbye to my favorite room. I looked around one last time, studying its features. Very small, probably uncomfortable to most people but it was cozy to me. I had a small bed, the only blanket being a down comforter that I packed away in my suitcase. The thing was warm! No other blanket compared.

My other blankets that had been stowed away in my closet were folded neatly in a pile, and my book case was now only containing three books. I had others, I'd packed them away. Either hand-me-downs from my mothers or my favorites. Strangely, Romeo and Juliet was my favorite. I'm a sucker for classics and insane romances. I smiled sheepishly at the thought.

I walked over to my window to look out at the view one last time. We were on the seventh floor, creating a nice view. It wasn't perfect, but I liked it. It overlooked a section of London. Some of the view was blocked by a crane. They were doing construction on the library. It was still a good view.

He came into my room again.

"I hate to rush you, but we really should get going." He said.

I nodded, not looking away from the view. I couldn't force myself to. Not yet, anyways. It wasn't perfect, it just held me there. The stars shown bright up ahead and it seemed as if they were trying to send a message. I didn't know what, but there was a sense of awe I felt looking up at the barely visible glow of the stars above the bright city that drowned out what I would imagine to be pure beauty. I was relaxed, yet I sensed myself being forewarned. I wasn't scared, just at ease. I sighed then turned away from the stars and toward my new life.