Depressingly, I do not own the characters, only my made up ones. I can not take credit for JKR's characters, or anyone else's for that matter.

Prologue/Background Info (Sorry for the typos):
This is a ff from my site (it isnt doen yet there either) I am sorry it is not totally hp, but it is 100% magical and takes place at Hogwarts. I will try to keep the characters as normal as possible, but if you do not like the way I am controlling their actions, please don't hesitate to tell me.
This ff is based on both the Harry Potter novels and the T.V series, 'Charmed'. I haven't learned everything there is to know about the show so bear w/ me.( neither does the main character) I do not own the characters and blah blah blah. (I have to put that because i am making the fan fic and all) I am gonna add a bit of background info so ya get the story line. She [the main character] is the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange who kidnapped her after her parents were killed in the first war. She doesn't know what side they were on, but she is part whitelighter/witch and part demon/witch. (One of those 'witch's was the sort from charmed, the other the sort from Harry Potter books) When she went to Azkaban she stayed in a muggle orphanage, then w/ the malfoys or blacks alternating for 14 years then she stayed by herself in Diagon Alley. Okay the rest you will find out in the ff. (mainly because i am too tired to type a whole lot at once)
(Sorry about all the typos, I typed it in a rush)


Chapter 1
Another beginning

Ron, Harry, and Hermione had just walked into the great hall and sat down across from a girl with dark brown, nearly black hair. She surveyed them with her eye lids half closed, and then went back to staring blankly at her c.d. player. Her hand brushed along the rim inconspicuously as she turned down the volume to hear their conversation better.
"Hermione, really, Quidditch is a game that we are supposed to get worked up over," Ron said through gritted teeth, making it quite obvious his patience was waning.
"Oh please! I thought sports were supposed to bring people together," Hermione said reasonably then sighed and turned away, she didnt feel like discussing quidditch but she heard Ron talking to Harry catching snippits like,"doesnt understand quidditch" and,"what does she care if we dont get along with the slytherins," so she turned and tried to make a conversation with the girl across from her.
"What is your name?"
"Carrie" she replied.
She put on her headphones, turned on her c.d. player (running on magic) and started listening to 'shut up' by Simple Plan.
"You listen to muggle bands?"Hermione asked, catching the outside of the c.d. case.
Carrie nodded, hearing her even though the music was once again almost turned up all the way. "Yeah I do."
"They are an okay band......"
" I think they are awesome," she stated blankly, even though they weren't, in truth, her favorite band.
"Are you going to have a conversation with me?"
Carrie raised her eyebrows,"I just like to be left alone"
"Then why did you sit near us?" Hermione, said slightly offended
Carrie raised her eybrows again and pulled off her headphones,"Look around genious. Oh- and you and your friends sat near me."
She did, then replied,"Oh." There were no open seats, everywhere was almost packed, and the sorting hadn't even begun yet. Not to mention she hadn't paid attention to who was at the table when she had sat down. She could have sat next to a mad axe man who had broken out of a mental institute and she wouldn't have noticed.
Hermione looked around to see Harry and Ron still in deep discussion about Quidditch."Oh my god," she said, with a trace of exasperation in her voice and more to herself then ," Can't they give it a rest?"
"I'll take it that you are talking to yourself," she observed.
"You do know that talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, right?" she added as an afterthought.
Hermione glared, then her eyebrows raised,"Where- where did you hear that?"
"......A mirror...a very annoying mirror at that." She grinned, "I do know what you are getting at you know, so I will just answer your question: yes I have been there."
Hermione looked a bit taken aback but soon recovered herself. She wanted to ask something else but decided against it. She might as well get to know the girl a bit more. Seeming too nosy was never a good first impression.
"Why haven't I ever met you? I've never seen you in school. You look my age but I have never seen you here."
"Some reasons......personal reasons. Not your business. Sorry I dont mean to be rude." Quite contrary to her statement, her expression didn't look sorry at all. Amused, yes. But most definitely not sorry. Yes I do, she thought.
"So wouldn't you be in the year under your age?"
"Well that would depend on what level I'm on now, wouldn't it?"
"What year are you?" Hermione asked, ignoring her question. She might as well start small.
"6th," Carrie sighed, knowing that she was not going to get off the hook that easy.
"Yeah, so am I....," she let her voice drift off, trying to think of something else for conversation. Carrie had already caught on she wasn't going to be let out of 'socializing' so she quickly thought of something to say so the conversation wouldn't be, once again, directed around her.
"Did you hear?"
"Well, that would depend on what?"
"We're gonna have a new dueling club this year."
"Hmmmm, Harry will like that- Ron too. Do you like quidditch?" she asked thinking about her strange discussion/argument earlier.
"Yeah, I am gonna try out for the chaser position. You don't like Quidditch, do you?"
"Well, dont get me wrong, I dont mind watching it, but all the arguing and fights over it are for nothing."
At this Carrie smirks and then grins when she replies,"Well.....,it is all for the glory of the sport!"
Hermione looked at her, the heavily lidded eyes and dark hair (with the exception of the red/black/blonde streaks of course) seemed oddly familiar........"What is your last name?" she said sharper than she meant, and immediatly wished she hadn't asked in the first place.
Carrie's stare became icy as she glared, it was almost piercing, how sharp it was."It is none of your business. You will find out soon. When I am forced to here a teacher call it out."
And with that she opened a c.d. case and began listening. Drowning out everything that was happening around her.
Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say


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Carrie was often seen listening to her c.d. player. Today was no exception. Though she was not muttering along, students close enough could catch some of the lyrics:
'Go to college
A university
Get a real job
that's what they all said to me
but I could never live the way they want...................'
This time it was at breakfast. She never was much of a breakfast person. But she always got up early and came down. She had an odd past. Few people knew about her connection with Lestrange- but nobody knew she was a quarter whitelighter and a quarter of another kind of witch......
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At breakfast Hermione watched Ron and Harry in a heated argument over which Quidditch team would win the next World Cup ("The Chuddley Cannons!" "NO, The Tornadoes!") and Hermione had had it. She got up from her seat and, not meaning to, yelled,
"Could you two just SHUT UP?!"Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth. She had yelled louder than she meant. Everyone was looking at her (Though Ron was trying, and failing, to stifle his laughter) and she felt incredibly embarrassed, so she went to the library.
Though Carrie was going to the library before this happened she managed to look back to look back to see her jump up and then blush- so, quite naturally, she got the drift of things.
As Hermione approached Carrie waved her arm and a hat appeared.
"Disappearing.....(what are they called?)...... head hat?" Hermione glared at her, and Carrie had the grace to look like she feeled bad (even if it was false)"Not the right time?"
"Not the right time"
"Ah.....well..."
Hermione looked thoughtful,"How did you make that appear?"
"I don't need a wand"
"how?"
Carrie waved her hand again and the hat disappeared."You ask a lot of questions, don't you? Honestly? I dont know" Once again she had not answered honestly when she had said she was honest, and once again she left without another word.
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Carrie was in Gryffindor-and was VERY unpopular with the Slytherins. (Well you can guess why, unless you're really REALLY slow.) And wasn't too popular anywhere, really. Not that people hated her... they just didnt really know her by name. She liked to keep to herself, and maybe a little on the Anti- Social side. She really wasn't incredibly strange either, well she was, but mainly she just liked to see how gullable people were. She spoke her mind and didnt give a **** about what other people thought.

Oh, yeah, and Carrie landed in detention much too often for dueling in the corridors.

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Hermione did some reading that night. In the library. She could've searched every book in the library and she wouldn't find out what she was looking for. But with her homework finished and it being Saturday the next day, she didnt see why she should stop.
Carrie knew she wouldnt find anything. She sat in a corner where Hermione couldnt see her and glared. It was not any of this girl's business anyway.


***note*** this ff is not totally finished (obviously) so,once again, bear w/ me.

Disclaimer:
Lyrics in this were taken from:
Simple Plan "Shut Up"
Good Charlotte "The Anthem"
Panic! at the Disco "London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines"


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