American Mystery

Chapter 1

*The outfit at the top is Olivia's.*

"Olivia Stell," I said to the friendly, old man flying the helicopter.

"That's a nice name Olivia. My name is Jeremy Linor. Now just where are you headed Olivia."

I knew that I could never tell this unsuspecting man just why a young girl like me was flying on a helicopter from America to England. I don't think he would even believe me if I told him that I was flying to a house that I've never been in to live with a family that I didn't know for who knows how long because the headmaster for a wizarding school recruited me to go to his said school.

Just in case he did believe me though I said, "I'm going to a new school. But since I live in America and my family doesn't want to move I'm staying with a family for a while until I'm an adult."

"So you're a foreign-exchange student," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," I replied, surprised that I considered myself intelligent that I had never thought to explain it that way.

Jeremy and I talked a bit more. He told me to go to sleep for a little so that I would be rested when we got there. I guess I was more tired than I thought because he woke me up what felt like an hour later and told me that it was my stop.

"Thanks so much Jeremy. Have a nice day," I told the pilot.

"No problem, Kid. Good luck."

I smiled and walked off to get my luggage. I saw a sign that said Stell, so I brought my luggage to them. As we drove in the car to what would be my permanent home for at least the next two years I started to worry.

"What if they didn't like me. I know Dumbledore said they had a kid that was in fifth year, too. Oh my god, I hope he's not a total tool. Nothing makes me angrier that a idiotic, man whore trying to hump the brains out of every girl that's is in his sight."

"Shutup Liv! They will love you just like you love yourself! Settle down and stop staring at the driver! You're freaking him out!"

I snapped out of my mental argument with myself to see I had been telling the truth. I had accidentally zoned out when my eyes locked on the driver. I could see him staring at me through the mirror with a curious face. I smiled sheepishly and turned away.

"So much for good impressions," I thought.
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The cool August breeze whipped my blond hair everywhere. I loved this kind of weather because it was perfect for going outside and enjoying yourself. I hoped it was like this in Hogwarts. I would only be here for two more weeks before riding the train to Hogwarts.

The driver waved to me before turning around and creeping down the road.

"Wow, in England they actually obey speed limits," I thought until I saw my former driver speed away as he turned off the street.

I slunk over to the door of the Potters'. I took a deep breath as I knocked on the door of my new "forever home".

The people who came out took my worst fears and kicked them across the block. All my worry and fear were drained out as I looked at the kind, warm, welcoming family standing before me.

The woman looked around 40 or 50 but was still beautiful, and the man looked around the same age, maybe older. He did, however, have a look of old mischief in his eyes that had since been long wore out over decades of working and raising children. I was guessing they were the mother and father, but I didn't know who

Dumbledore was talking about when he said they had a kid my age. I did not see a teenager of any sort.

"Hello, Dear. I'm Mary Potter and this is my husband, Frank Potter. You can call us whatever you want: Mary, Frank, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Aunt, Uncle, Mom, Dad. Whatever works for you is great," she rambled excitedly.
I smiled because at least I knew she was happy to have me here.

"She's a little excited Sweety. She doesn't have a girl in the house yet," the man laughed.

It's sounded like he was referring to having kids. I still did not see any--. My thoughts were interrupted by loud laughing and stomping.

"Cut it out, Padfoot! I gotta be there to see the new kid or else Mom and Dad will have a fit!"

"You're the one who decided to play that stupid prank that turned my hair rainbow for a whole week this summer! Do you know how many girls that cost me!? Do you know!?

Through the open door I saw two 15-year-old boys slapping each other like 9 year old girls. The guy with glasses caught a glimpse of me and immediately stopped. He tried signaling the other one by talking from the side of his mouth, I think the only person who understood him was him.

"Boys! Straighten up this instant!"

The boy with dark black hair immediate straightened up, along with the one with glasses.

Now that I had a closer look at them I could see they were VERY attractive.

One had round, nerd-like glasses, but that did NOT mean he looked like a nerd. He had muscles and looked like a model.

The other one had jet-black, wavy, gorgeous hair with features that were extraordinary.

Standing there next to them I felt like the dullest girl on the planet. However, I couldn't show them that I felt like that.

"Olivia Artemis Stell," I said confidently, holding out my hand to the two boys.

The two boys looked dumbfounded, until the boy with the lustrous hair elbowed the other.

"James Potter. This is my bro Padfo--."
He was interrupted by the other boy who proceed to walk toward me, kiss my hand, and say, "Sirius Black, at your service."

"ot," I heard James finish.

I laughed and took my hand away. I thought it was weird that they had different last names, but I didn't want to bring it in front of Mrs. Potter, just in case she had some "woo hoo time" with a different baby daddy. Women could be sensitive about that sometimes.

"Come on, everybody. Let's get inside. Dinner is almost ready. Your father and I will finish dinner and you and Sirius will make sure Olivia's all settled in her room," Mrs Potter said, looking straight at James.

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am." James said, while soluting his mother.

We all went inside, the two adults heading towards the kitchen and the three of us heading upstairs. There house was huge. Much bigger than my tiny, old house back home.

My room was the farthest down the hall. The room was decorated mostly neutral colors, just like me. I never liked my room to be a lot of colors and was happy that I didn't walk into a unicorns-butt-styled room.

I set my stuff down on the queen-sized bed. "I'm the next room over. Padfoot's room is across the hall, and Mom and Dad's room is at the very end of the hall," James said.

"Great. So what do you guys do around here for fun?"

"We mostly mess around the house and backyard. Our friend Moony is coming over tomorrow to go to Diagon Alley to get our stuff for school. You can go with us if you want," Sirius said whilst smirking.

"Moony? Is that his real name?" I said while trying to hold back a laugh.

James and Sirius chuckled. "No! His real name is Remus but we call him Moony."

"Any particular reason?"

"He--um he--," James started.

"He likes to moon people who he doesn't like! Yeah! Yeah! That!"

"Um, okay. I guess he sounds like a pretty cool guy," I laughed slowly.

Thank God we were called down for dinner because it was pretty awkward after that.

We had dinner. We discussed topics like what I liked for dinner, clothes, and things like that.

Then, for the first time, I slept in my bed that I would soon come to love.