The girl with the scar.

(Lizzie POV)

My life so far? Pretty dull.

At the age of eleven, I was told by some witch called Clarissa that, well, I was a witch. Not a cow, bitch, kinda witch... a magical kinda witch. So, I went to some magic school for the 'extra special' witches of our generation. Turns out I was far too boring for them. They only wanted me because of my scar. I mean, whats the biggie? Okay, so it is a biggie. Truth is, I am supposed to have survived an attack by Voldemort. Yes, I know I said the name! I DON'T CARE! And, as you probably know, no-one survives an attack from ol' Voldy. No one. But then they find out its just some scar that just burns for no reason... so they transfer me to Merlin's Magicians. So, there they tell me that I have a connection with Mouldy Voldy and they dont know how it happened. So, okay. I do some research. Myth says that before Voldy attacked 'The Boy Who Lived' he tried to attack my family... did some killing curse which did a backfire (HA! LORD Voldemort? Not likely) and I survived with a scar that just happens to have a burny connection thing with this lord person. So, figures.

At the age of fifteen, they chucked me out. Serves them right. No one gives Moi a detention. I somehow got recommended to this guy called Dumbledore, who said "Come to Hogwarts." (What a name.) Yeah, turns out he has fought Voldy, and he, Lord I'm so evil, is now scared of Dumbledore. (Seriously, he's just some old guy with a beard. What's to be scared of?) Anyhoo, I guessed that this is why he wanted me.

So, here I am, standing in his office. Woop woop!

"So, Lizzie."

"So." arquard i know.

"It seems you have something in common with me." He looked at me over the rims of his half mooned spectacles. " Voldemort is scared of you."

"Err... no. I've never even met Voldy- I mean, him."

He appraised me. "It seems you know less than I first thought. Never mind. Eons of time for that! I will show you to your first class... I don't expect you'll have a clue where to go."

I laughed. "Yeah, well, you could have made it slightly easier. I mean, you ARE the headmaster."

He chuckled.

We got down off the winding staircase, guarded by the weird talking gargoyles, and headed up another staircase. And another. And Another. Oh, and another!

Finally we got to some big oak doors. Dumblydore knocked. "Come in!" A small squeaky voice answered. Dumbledore chuckled at my reaction.

"Good Morning Professor Flitwick!" He boomed.

"Good morning hhheadmaster" A little goblin-like man, on a pile of books stuttered. This was going to be a doss. I looked round the class, and noticed that everyones wands were out. Ah, charms. I groaned internally.

"Miss Barker will be joining us-"

"Lizzie."

Dumbledore smiled "Lizzie will be joining our school, and I hope you will help her catch up. Miss Granger?"

A girl with brown frizzy hair, and gold eyes looked up. "Yes, Professor?"

"Lizzie is having her sorting tonight, but until then... could you possibly show her round?"

"Of course sir," She looked kinda smug.

He turned his gaze back to me, his blue eyes smiling down at me. "Have fun 'll see each other soon, I know." And with a 'swish' of his cape, he was gone.

I sighed as I sat down next to the girl.

"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. You're Lizzie Barker, aren't you?"

"Yep. Thats me .. what house are you in?" I was betting Ravenclaw. She looked like the clever type.

"Gryffindor." She stated proudly. "If you look on our capes, you'll see the different house colours. Ignore the ones with the green on theirs, they're Slytherins." She said that name as if it were cursed. Ah. Of course. I had done some research on the houses before I came. Slytherins heir was ol' Voldy, so that makes everyone in Slytherin evil. Ha. Talk about stereotypical. Of course, I had already chosen the house I wanted to be in. More like HAD to be. Gyriffindor all the way.

I told her this. " Yeah, thats the house I want to be in!" She smiled widely and shushed me as Professor Flitwick carried his 'squeaky voiced' lecture on.

The Bell rang. Finally. Stepping out of the oak doors, I smiled. The sun had come out.

"Lizzie! Lizzie! Wait for me!" Hermione yelled, agitated I had left her.

"Okay, I'm right here." I said. Impatient, too. Why not Ravenclaw... or even (shock, horror) Slytherin.

Two boys ran behind her. The one on her left you could see a mile off, what with his bright orange hair and freckles. But, he was cute, in his own way. On Hermionie's right flank was a black haired boy... very good looking, with a smile to cause heart attacks. Appraising his face, I noticed a scar on his forehead.

My scar.