A/N: This is my first fanfic, so don't flame me! The first four chapters are going to be in their first year. The chapters are going to be switching back and forth from Thalia's (Lia), then Rose's, then Scorpius's and then Albus's POV. Please R&R!

*Rated T for torturing scene in later chapters (nothing bad, just some explicit Crucio)

Summary

Thalia Wilcox is unsure of her life, from who was her father, to why her parents divorced, to why her mother and grandparents are keeping a giant chunk of her life secret. But her life turns upside down when she gets her Hogwarts acceptance letter and discovers she's a witch. When she meets and befriends the super smart and clever Rose Weasley, the friendly and loyal Albus Potter, and the mysterious but brave Scorpius Malfoy. But in their Sixth Year, the Quartet find out things about themselves from family to true loves, and the fact that old family grudges doesn't matter where friendship and love is concerned.

Chapter One

Thalia's POV

"Thalia Isabelle Wilcox!"

The voice echoed through my mind and shattered my reverie. Looking down, I spotted my grandmother yelling at me, looking cross. I shook my head and grinned before telling my broomstick, down, and diving in a perfect angle, gaining speed as my hair whipped around my face, before applying a gentle brake about 2 feet above the ground, right before my grandma, who was looking more cross than ever.

Alicia Wilcox shook her head, unimpressed, fussing some brown hair streaked gray out of her neat bun and around her aged but firm face. She scoldingly glared at me with her bright blue eyes. She never was impressed with me performing feats like that. "Why on earth are you out here, riding your broomstick, when you're supposed to finish packing for Hogwarts tomorrow?"

I laughed, and grinned at my easily worried grandmother and tucked my Nimbus 3000 under my arm. "I'm sorry, Gran. But you know that I'm totally PUMPED about trying out for the Quidditch team!"

My grandmother chuckled, giving in. "Lia, honey, you know that Quidditch tryouts aren't allowed for students until they're in Second Year."

I made a face. "I know, Gran! But I want to be on top of my Flying class."

Gran laughed again. She knew that Flying Class was the only one that I intended to be on top of. As for the rest of them, well...let's just say that I was only awake for 5 seconds after Gran started to explain them."Well, at least finish packing up."

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Alright, alright. Don't get your wand in a knot."

Climbing up the stairs, I then walked through the hallway on the second floor and into the guest room where I slept. Since my mother was a Muggle reporter, she constantly travelled the world and was rarely at home. And since she was always away, she left me at my grandparents' house. A two-storey red brick house with a grey roof and smokestack, it was nothing special but it was as good as home. Okay, back to my mum. If you're thinking why in Godric's Hollow would a witch be a Muggle reporter, stop wondering. My mum isn't a witch. That's right. Sally freaking Wilcox is a Squib. I wasn't exactly proud of it, but she was my mum after all. I didn't really mind it, actually. But I do feel a bit guilty finding out I was a witch when mum was a Squib and all. She'd never get to experience the magical world. I entered the small plain bedroom, painted with bland white, but with photos plastered over the walls, the closest thing to home. I placed all of my textbooks, materials for Potions, and spare robes into my trunk, marked TW. I put my trunk on one side of the room along with my Nimbus and owl, Athena and tossed her an owl treat. I picked up the item that had started it all. I gazed at the Hogwarts crest on the letter that had arrived at the Wilcox household two weeks ago. I took in the golden lion set against scarlet, the silver snake set against emerald, the black badger set against yellow, and the bronze eagle set against blue. Gazing out the window, I recounted the day I discovered I was a witch.

We were having lunch at home, nothing special, just cream of mushroom soup and bread with jam. All of a sudden, an owl flew in through the window, carrying a rather large letter.

Gran jumped about a foot in the air and Grampa, who had come home from work for lunch, just stared in confusion as the rusty brown barn owl dropped the letter onto the kitchen table. It then soared back out the window, leaving the three of us gazing in curiosity.

I was the first to come to and grab it off the table. On the envelope, it was addressed to me. It was sealed with a scarlet stamp, with a strange crest on it. There was a lion, a snake, a badger and an eagle emblazoned on it. There was also an open scroll under it saying: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. I opened the envelope and I read it aloud:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Miss Wilcox,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Neville Longbottom

Deputy Headmaster

As soon as I finished reading, I was swept into a bone crushing bear hug from both of my grandparents (literally bone crushing, they're pretty strong for their seventies).

"Oh, Lia! I am SO proud of you! How could we have missed your first sign of magic? Oh my Merlin, Terry! We have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow! Oh, we have to buy you your textbooks, your own owl, ooh and we can't forget your own w-" I cut my Gran off.

"W-wait! What?What on earth are you talking about? What was that letter talking about? What's Hogwarts? Why do I need to go there?" I look them in the eye. "Is there something you've been keeping from me?"

They both look at each other and agree silently. "Yes, Lia, there IS something we've been hiding from you." Said Grampa.

"You're NOT actually normal. Yes, you act normal, but...you have special abilities. Abilities to perform magic. Not that fake mumbo-jumbo magicians do. You have a rare ability that is actually common across the world. Wizards and witches have been in hiding ever since Muggles-non-magical people-have discovered them. That's why they've been believed to disappear during Medieval Times. Now special schools for wizards and witches, such as Hogwarts, are run all across the world in secret from Muggles."

I gape, open-mouthed. "S-so I'm a-"

"Witch." Gran finished for me.

"But are you guys wizards and witches?" I asked.

Gran and Grampa nodded. "But, your mother isn't a witch."

"Why?"

"She's something we wizards call a Squib, which means a Muggle born to two wizards." Grampa answered.

"What about Dad?" I ask.

Suddenly, their faces clouded over. I took a step backwards.

"Umm, Alicia? Would you like to tell Thalia more about wizard history upstairs? I need to floo back to the Ministry." Gran nodded and took me upstairs as Grampa stiffly told her to.

She did tell me more about wizard and Hogwarts history and all about the wizarding world. She explained what a wand was and how it works. She explained about Dark Magic and how it was illegal to perform such magic. She told me about a specific Dark wizard named Lord Voldemort and how the 'Golden Trio' –Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger- defeated him at the Battle of Hogwarts and how they saved the wizarding world from a generation of darkness. She explained everything about the wizarding world- but didn't mention anything more about my father.

I sighed. That was about two months ago. It had been a surprising blow for me and a lot to take in. I now understand a lot more things such as how I levitated the television or set a patch of grass on fire. One thing I wondered is why they kept Dad a secret from me. I didn't even know whether he was a Muggle or wizard. Or even what his name was.

I looked in the mirror, running through my chestnut coloured hair which I inherited from my mother, a shade lighter than hers. I had blue-ish grey eyes and a slightly upturned nose, which my Grampa had told me (a few days after I discovered I was a witch) that I looked like an arrogant aristocratic pureblood (earning a smack from Gran). I snorted. For one thing, I DEFINITELY knew that I wasn't one because my mum was a Squib, a Muggle. And Dad, well...I don't know. I had a slim but strong body from me practicing Quidditch outside.

I picked up my wand and twirled it around my fingers. Twelve and a half inches, oak and phoenix core, it was nice and supple-according to Ollivander-and I couldn't wait to cast spells with it. Now with Hogwarts starting tomorrow, I was itching to go.

After dinner, I checked to see if everything was ready. I then fell asleep with hooting owls and a wand shooting sparks swirling around my head.

A/N: Sooo, what do you think? Who do you think is Thalia's (aka Lia's) dad? Hint: he's related to one of the characters in the Harry Potter series, but he (Thalia's dad) isn't mentioned in the series. As Seventh Year goes on, you're going to be given more clues. And, here's one in the chapter. Look closely at the description of her appearance...

Please R&R!

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