A/N: WARNING! This is an AU story! That means I changed A LOT of things around in the Harry Potter world. An example is that we aren't in Hogwarts and Hermione is completely muggle.

My story is based of the greatest fairy tale alive, Cinderella.

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Chapter 1: The Outcast

Hermione POV

Life for me was officially ruined for me as I stepped foot into my new prison. Dad promised that it would be a home for me but it sure didn't feel homey. The minute I walked inside the doors I knew something was wrong. Beyond the front door lay the living room, which happened to be decorated in antique furniture at the top of its class. It felt more like a museum than a living room. Between the absence of a television or a phone, it was hard to tell how anyone could live here.

It all started when my Dad came home that fateful day, explaining that he was getting remarried to a woman I had never met. Getting a new mother. I tried to explain to my Dad I didn't feel like I needed a mother. I mean I was 15 and didn't need someone now. My own mother died from cancer when I was 4 years old.

Then he broke the news that we would be moving to London.

As I walked through with my backpack over my shoulder carrying my prized possessions and my suitcase behind me, I felt like I was going to be trapped in this world.

"Hello!" shouted a high-pitched voice.

I turned to see a figure of a slender woman walking down the staircase. She had dark brown hair with blonde highlights. She had deep brown eyes that almost looked black.

"You must be Hermione." She greeted me. She extended her hand to reveal an old hand with a diamond ring on the finger. She was wearing a short skirt that looked like it barely fitted my cell phone and a halter-top, all in red.

Hesitantly I extended my hand and shook hers. I heard the crack of footsteps from the staircase. I looked past the mysterious woman to see two identical girls around my age descending the stairs. Both of them had blonde hair and dark eyes. They were each wearing matching purple dresses.

"Ah Hermione, I see that you met your new stepmother. Charlotte, this is Hermione my daughter. And Hermione this is Charlotte." Dad said from the doorway.

"So nice to meet you." Charlotte replied spreading a smile over her face.

"Dido." I replied.

"Charlotte honey, we've had a long flight, Hermione and I are very tired." Dad replied.

"Of course dear. I'll show you to our room. Katie, Kylie, show your new stepsister to her room." Charlotte motioned to the two twins. They each looked at each other and a smile spread over their face.

"Yes Mother Dear." They replied.

'Wow, everything must changed once you hit the Atlantic coast, this isn't how things ran in Seattle.' I thought to myself.

Charlotte disappeared with my father upstairs as the twins made there way towards me. "Follow us Hermione, I think your going to like it here." They said in unison.

I picked my bag up and followed them past the staircase to another past the living room, kitchen, and sitting room. It led downstairs to the basement. Down there, there was nothing on the grey concrete walls and no furniture.

I walked in and throw my bag down. "You're kidding me right?" I looked back at them.

"Mother wanted you to help her out picking your bed. And she also is still looking for other furniture." Kylie replied.

"There's an air mattress in the corner of there for you to blow up for a bed." Katie pointed at the box in the corner.

"Gee thanks." I spat at them. They both disappeared out of sight as they slammed the top door shut behind them. There was only one small window in my room that over looked the pool and lawn in the back yard.

I sat on the cold and hard floor. I took my backpack off and opened it and pulled out the picture frames. One was of my mother and me when we went to the park one day to feed the ducks. Her hair was missing and she had a bandana on over her head. It was the only picture I had of her. I pulled another out of my friends and me last summer down at the beach. We all had our arms around each other smiling. If it weren't for the six-hour time change we probably would still remain friends.

My life was quickly turning into a fairy tale, and I had no idea.

My name's Holly and I live in Sunny California. I'm almost 16, just wait till June, and I love writing. It's like one of my passions.

You also should know that I'm happily taken by the perfect Patrick, basically because I talk about him a lot, because he's my inspiration.

So please review and let me know if you like the story. I know that this chapter was short but the next one won't be, this is just an introductory one. Thanks a bunchie!

Best Wishes,

Holly