A/N: This first chapter is going to be a little short, they'll get longer starting with Ch2, I just needed to set the scene for this.

"But you're a Slytherin Raven! I just can't go out with you! I mean, I know you're gorgeous! With your jet black hair with blood red tips, and your beautiful red eyes and pale skin! But, it'd be bad for me to date you, my friends would disown me! I'm sorry!"

Raven Mist Steele growled, her pentagram tattoo burned as it always did when she was angry.

"Well fuck you Jett! I didn't even fancy you! I can't believe I wasted all this time on you! You'd better watch your back! You don't know what I'm capable of!"

Raven stormed off, her hair flowing behind her, leaving Jett absolutely gutted to have missed an opportunity to date the most beautiful and gothic girl in Hogwarts. As she stormed down to the dungeons she thought of how to get her revenge.

"I could bite him, no one knows I'm a vampire…But then he'd be one too…I could ask Sirius to hex him!"

Even though she was a Slytherin, Raven was very popular and was practically best friends with the Marauders, She changed direction and went to go find them, her gothic heels echoing up the empty corridor. Raven found the Gryffindors in the court yard pranking first years, The first boy she noticed was Sirius Black. His black hair blowing in the wind, the occasional strand blowing into his handsome face. He never had spots, he looked like he had sold his soul in order to be the best looking boy in school, and he had a smile to die for.

"Oh no, I'm falling for him!" she thought; "best play it cool"

She shouted to them and went over. As soon as they saw her they looked stunned.

"Like what you see?" she asked coolly. Today she was wearing a black and green mini-skirt with chains, a black and green lace-up corset, and her gothic knee-high heels with bullets on.

"Um…Sure?" Sirius replied. Raven winked.

"I need you guys to help me out! Jett turned out to be a dick!"

"Oh no! Want us to hex him?" Sirius asked, putting his arm round her shoulders protectively. Raven smiled and chewed her lip-ring seductively. As she inhaled she took in his scent.

"I'm definitely falling for him…" she thought.

Laura smiled, a self-satisfied smile and ran a spell-check on her story before uploading it. This was her third chapter in two days and was eager to get some reviews. She went to click on the link to view her reviews when her mum shouted her down for dinner. She leapt over to her chest of drawers and pulled out a pink and purple polka-dot sock, and a sock with a happy giraffe on and pulled them onto her feet. She ran downstairs, eager to tuck in to whatever take-away her dad had decided on. It was Friday, which meant only one thing in the King household. Take-out night.

"Chinese tonight!" her dad grinned, his brown hair shuddering as he spoke. Mr and Mrs King were on the elder side of being middle-aged. Mr King began expanding outwards, his hair was thinning and graying, and his cheeks were always red. But he was always jolly and lifted everyone's mood. Mrs King had a bob of blonde hair, her age was showing in her face; wrinkles were forming and her eyes looked tired. She was a worrier, always complaining that things were going wrong. Laura took her place at the kitchen table as her mum pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge.

"Odd socks again?"

"I don't have any pairs! You never give me them in pairs!"

"I never get them in pairs! I found five odd socks under your bed the other day! Maybe if you cleaned that tip of yours you'd find the matching pairs!"

Laura rolled her eyes and poured her Chicken Chow Mein onto her plate.

"So…What did we do today?" Mr King asked, trying to lift the mood.

"Nothing! She sat in her room all day on that wretched computer! It's a good job you're going to boarding school tomorrow! They'll teach you a few things there!"

Laura looked at her mother in shock. Since her home-school teacher had died her parents had spent a lot of time trying to find somewhere for her to go as there were no more teachers near.

"Now dear, you don't mean that, you're just stressed!"

"How can I not be? My sister is in hospital and I can't go because Madame here is in need of an education and a guardian! I bet you haven't even packed!"

Both of Laura's parents looked at her.

"Have you?" her dad asked.

"Well, I was going to after dinner"

"Laura King you go upstairs and pack! Right now!" Mrs King shouted, going red in the face. Laura grabbed her plate and hurried upstairs, making a point to stomp on the stairs and slam her bedroom door shut. Her room was quite messy; piles of clothes lay dotted on the floor, books were scattered on the bed and floor, DVD boxes were lay open on her chest of drawers next to her DVD player, with DVDs lay next to their boxes. Her bed was unmade, and junk food wrappers were littered all over. She set her dinner down in an empty space on her desk and shook the mouse to get rid of the screensaver on her computer. She went to look at the reviews of her story.

"Are you serious? This is crap!"

"Your Mary-Sue is RIDDIKULUS!"

"You should be ashamed! Like Sirius would ever fall for your shit Mary-Sue!"

All the reviews followed the same pattern.

"Fuck you 'imsosirius'! She's a day-walker, I was going to explain that in the next chapter!" she mumbled. Laura thought her story was quite good, her character was strange, she had flaws, it was realistic to a certain degree…Why did no one like it? She pondered what to do whilst eating her dinner and throwing clothes into a suitcase. She finally decided. She went to edit the story and left an authors note.

"I'm going to write one more chapter, if I don't get five good reviews then I'll just delete it"

It was beginning to get late, so she wolfed down her dinner and packed her cases. Her mum had already packed her uniform and school supplies, so she didn't need to pack much. There was a knock on her bedroom door and her dad came in.

"Finished? Don't pay any attention to your mum, she's a little stressed, what with your Aunt Jo in hospital…Are you taking your posters?"

Laura looked at her wall, it was dotted with a poster of Jack Skellington, a poster of My Chemical Romance, and five of Harry Potter.

"What if my room-mates don't like Harry Potter?"

"Are you kidding? That series has defined a generation! No one can hate it. You mean, what if they're not as obsessed as you?"

Laura laughed; "I'll take them"

"Good. Your mum and I were thinking of painting your room cream and renting it out to Twilight fans"

Laura laughed and hit him playfully; "dad!"

He laughed too and pulled her into a headlock/hug.

"We're going to miss you"

"Yeah…"

"As it's your last night…Fancy loading the dishwasher?"

"Gee, charming!"

He laughed and walked out. Laura grabbed her plate and all the cups in her room and took them down to the kitchen, Finally, it was time to go to bed. She lay awake worrying about what her school mates were going to be like, and whether Raven Mist Steele, the day-walking vampire at Hogwarts would ever see chapter five.