A/N: Calesta is confusing even to me. She is brave, but very scared. She is comfortable with talking, but only if she is control. I think that is the key to her being brave, is control. She has to control everything around her. Otherwise she will try with all her might to ignore it.

I have fallen in love with her though. I think she is the only blonde I will ever love. Unless one of my children dyes his hair blonde, then I will be forced to love another blonde. But that is the future and might not happen.

Don't be kind. Rip it apart and let me know what I can do. I am almost ten chapters into this. So, unlike Outsider, this one will not be updated as much. Henria's story has been typed up mostly. I am sorry. But I do need sleep at some point. Otherwise, I might have a story with only spaces!

Translations:
Verdammt nochmal! - Damn it!
Mutter - Mother Vater - Father Tochter - Daughter Ich bin nitch reiten, zug zur schule! - I am not riding that train to school!
Ja sind sie! Jetzt! - Yes you are! Now!
In ordnung. - Alright Ich liebe dich. Abschied. - I love you. Goodbye.
Gehen sie auf nummer sicher und gesund. - Stay safe and healthy.
Vielen dank. - Thank you.

~Henny, that lucky Penny!

My Demise

"We're what?" I practically yelled.

"Ve're moving to London." my mother's this German accent rubbed me the wrong way. That happens when she says things I do not like.

Adelle Bäcker, my mother, grew up in Germany. Like many Europeans, she found America to be pleasing to her eye and palette. She was a transfer from her college. When she arrived in Massachusetts, she fell in love.

Josef Manslayer, my father, was also born in Germany. He left, not because of school, but his parents. They were not nice people. He does not talk about them. So, he came to Massachusetts to start over. And he has. He may have started from the bottom, but he is a brilliant wand maker in Salem, Massachusetts.

Now there is me, Calesta Manslayer. I was bown and raised right here, in Salem, Massachusetts. I love it here. Mainly because it is my home and also because is beautiful. I am only thirteen(I turn fourteen in May), but I am attached to this place. Plus, it does not hurt that I have my friends here.

That is why I was having a hard time comprehending what they were telling me.

"This must be a joke." I looked at my father, "Daddy, is this a joke?"

"No, sweetheart. Ve are actually moving to London." he crossed the room to give me a comforting hug. I stepped away from him.

"When?" I lifted my head to look at my parent's faces.

"Vell, ve must leave by June." my mother replied gently. My heart sank. It was April thirtieth.

"This sucks." I stated and left the room. I walked to my room and closed the door quietly.

My school was a year round school. I was getting all of next month off. So, getting packed and shipped to London was not abig deal. The big deal was getting a hold of my friends to say good-bye. Most of them were already on vacation. This sucks.

"Verdammt nochmal!" I screamed at my wall. I will give my native language its props. It felt excellent to yell in German.

I sat at my desk. I looked for my special red pen. All my friends knew I only wrote in red if something terrible happened. So, since this was terrible, I decided they were going to have red writing. I grabbed some stark white paper and began to write out my good-byes.

Knock! Knock!

"Sveetheart, dinner is ready!" my mother's silky voice came from the other side of my door. I put my pen down and sat back in my chair.

"I'll be down in a minute!" I called back.

I got up from my desk and turned off my lamp. The sunset made my room glow red. I gathered my letters and started my way downstairs. I caught a sent of dinner. It seems she made my favorite dish in the whole world; spaghetti. I smiled to myself.

As I walked into the kitchen, I placed my letter on the counter. I grabbed three plates and three forks. I laid them on the table at their respective places. My mother came up behind me with the noodles and the sauce. The aroma was intoxicating. She may be German, but she could cook Italian.

"Mutter, it smells delicious!" I gasped. My stomach growled with hunger.

"Thank you, darling." she smiled as she took her place. My father followed suit. Then lastly, me.

"Let us eat." my father said quietly.

We filled our plates full. Then our bellies were full. We even chatted a bit. My family and I laughed. We had a great dinner. Even if the air was thick with tension. My parents were waiting to ask uncomfortable questions. And so was I.

"Me first, please?" I asked quietly. My father gave me a nod.

"Of course, sveetheart." my mother sat back in her chair.

"I'm sorry that I handled the news poorly, but I was angry. I cannot say good-bye to my friends and I know that it will be a very long time before I get to see them." my breath got stuck in my throat. I had to cough around the emotions, "But I sat in my room and I wrote my friends letters. After I mail them out tomorrow, I will begin packing."

"Ve knew you vould settle down. Ve are very happy to hear this." my father said. He has an accent thicker than my mom's. He only recently started speaking German when he was angry, "So, you've already planned how you are handling this?"

"No, but I am on my way." I replied, "Where is my new school? Beauxbatoms?"

"No, you vere accepted to Hogwarts School of Vitchcraft and Vizardry." Adelle answered. My jaw dropped.

"That's not awkward, at all." I picked up my plate and took it to the sink. My chore is dishes. So, I started with my plate.

"Vat do you mean, dear?" Josef brought me his plate. I placed in the soapy, warm water. I sighed.

"A lot of people sacrificed themselves to keep muggles safe. I cannot imagine that kind of energy." I replied. A chill went down my spine.

"And many vitches and one vizard made sacrifices here to keep out kind safe." my mother reminded me.

"Yes, mutter." I finished the plates and forks.

"Darling, let me finish ze dishes." her voice was so gentle, my heart ached, "Go finish your letters." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and dried my hands.

"Thank you." I kissed my father on the cheek.

"I love you, sveetheart." he whispered to me.

"I love you too, vater." I whispered back.

I grabbed envelopes, stamps and my letters and when to my father's study. I preferred to address my letters with my father's quill and ink. It was just proper that way.

I only speak German around my parents. They raised me speaking German. I am first generation American-German. Now I hardly can speak German, since my friends do not know how. I mainly argue with my parents in our native tongue. When we three get angry, we only think in German. I think that is why we hardly argue. Angry words in our language hurts even more.

My friends only ever heard me when I would swear. I just do. It is almost like a a reflex. And I cuss like a drunk sailor. I have a temper. Hence my name, Manslayer. I am just kidding. But I really do get red hot.

As I came back into the house from putting the letter in the mailbox, my dad met me at the door.

"All squared away?" he inquired as I handed him my sweater to hang in the closet.

"Yes, vater." I responded, "I think I will start packing. Just small things. We will be out of here in a few weeks." he grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers.

"You are such a special tochter." he told me softly.

"Thank you, daddy." I replied. I gave him a tight hug. After I released him, I went to my room, determined to get all my things packed to come with me to London.

"Ich bin nicht reiten, zug zur schule!" I whispered angrily to my parents. My patience for this adventure was waning.

"Ja sind sie! Jetzt!" my mother responded sternly. My father's jaw was set. I was going to be on that train, whether I liked it or not.

""In ordnung." I muttered, "Ich liebe dich. Abschied." I kissed them both, picked up my trunk and boarded Hogwarts Express.

"Calesta! Vait!" my father called to me. I stopped in the doorway.

"Yes, vater?" there were other children who were waiting to board. They gave my father and I curious looks.

"Gehen sie auf nummer sicher und gesund." he called softly to me. It melted my heart. It was something from his village. He always said it when I left home.

"Vielen dank." I called back. I blew him a kiss.

I walked down the hallway, looking for an empty compartment. I was cautious about who I was going to meet. I was not here to make enemies. I really am a nice person.

No luck. I have come upon a few compartments labeled 'Reserved'. So, I started to back track. Now most of the compartments were pretty full. So, the first one I came upon that had one empty seat, I opened the door and stood there awkwardly.

Someone cleared their throat and I found m voice.

"Sorry, is this seat taken?" I inquired quietly.

"You a first year?" a boy with chestnut hair and hazel eyes asked me. I shift uncomfortably. This and not being able to reach the top shelf were the only disadvantages of being five feet tall.

"Actually, in a way, I am. This is my first year here, but I am fourteen." I placed my trunk on the floor. I glanced at all the faces in the compartment. They all looked related. No wonder I was uncomfortable.

"You sound like you are from Germany, but I'm not buying it." a younger girl with flaming red hair and cinnamon eyes said. The boy with chestnut hair glared at her.

"You're right. My parents are from there. I was born in America." I picked up my trunk, "I'll be finding another compartment." and I walked away.

"Good job, Al! You made her leave." a female voice scolded. I heard a mumbled response and then a smack. I smiled inwardly at their family dynamic.

So my search continued. All the compartments were full. They had kids who were happy to be here. They were enjoying this time to chatch up with their friends. My heart sank a little. I could not be too sad though. I promised my parents I would not sulk.

I finally found a compartment with very fre people. Actually, there was only one person. And that one person was a he. He was reading a book. No, wait, he was staring at me staring at him.

Good job, Calesta.

I opened the door and took a deep breath.

"Hi! I was wondering if this seat was taken?" I should get a medal for how brave I am today. So many new faces.

"Yes." the platinum blonde boy answered as he lowered his book. My heart sank. It really sucked being the new kid.

I turned to close the door.

"But this one isn't." he called. I turned around and saw him pat the space next to him. I hot him an icy glare to match my icy blue eyes.

"Oy, that is a deadly look!" a voice exclaimed behind me. I whipped my head around. Another boy.

"I'll be going now." I tried to push past the boy with the auburn hair and green eyes, but he did not budge.

"Can't. There are no empty compartments." he stated with a smirk, "Our's is the only one with any seats left." I could feel the blonde smirking behind me.

"Fine." I resolved myself to being stuck with them, "But you two sit on the same side." I missed the wink that happened.

I placed my trunk on the luggage rack. I sat on the bench opposite of the pale boy. To ignore them, I stared out the window at the scenery. I actually really enjoyed the green and yellow. Fall was happening.

"A sight, isn't it?" a soft whisper filled my ear. I nearly fell off the bench. The two young men snickered at me. I narrowed my eyes.

"Yes." I realized they were sitting next to me, "I said you two sit away from me." I said in a low voice.

"No, you said that we had to sit on the same side." the auburn haired boy reminded me, "You didn't specify it couldn't be next to you." my voice was caught in my throat. They were both grinning at me. Boys are annoying.

I sat sideways along the bench, my back to the wall. I brought my knees up to my chin and rested my head on them. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and let it out. This was too much excitement for me. When I opened my eyes, I instantly narrowed them. They were staring at me with amused looked plastered on their faces.

"May I help you?" I inquired with a bite to my words. The blonde one raised his eyebrow.

"We wanted to introduce ourselves." the redhead said lightly, "I am James Sirius Potter." he stuck out his hand for a shake. I extended my arm out. He snatched it and gave my knuckles a kiss. I wrenched my hand away and wiped it on my pants. James just laughed.

"And I am Scorpius Malfoy, at your service, madam!" he bowed his head and then offered his hand for a shake. I shook my head no. James and Scorpius just snickered. I sat quietly against the wall.

"And...you are?" James asked with a raised eyebrow.

I took my time, contemplating answering him. I really took a long, hard look at Scorpius and James. Scorpius was leaning on James' back, looking over his shoulder at me. His skin was alabaster and his features were pointy. His eyes were a brilliant green.

James was almost the opposite of Scorpius. He has auburn hair. He wore it shaggy. He would shake it from his forest green eyes. His lightly tanned skin played off his hair well. James' almond shaped eyes were always smiling. Just like his lips.

"I am Calesta." I responded quietly. Can't make friend unless you try.

"That doesn't match your accent." James observed.

"You won't like my last name." I said matter-of-factly.

"A scary German name?" Scorpius scoffed.

"Exactly." I replied. They wrinkled their noses, "Manslayer."