So as some of you should be able to tell, I have removed the timeline, which I will most likely put back up when this story is completed... or when I stop writing it. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1 – Homeward Bound

May 6, 2000

La Push, Quileute Reservation, Washington, United States of America

Like almost always, it was raining. Though that was to be expected even during the summer in La Push. The only thing or person actually out of place was Quil Ateara III, or as the kids call him Old Quil. But today was different, Old Quil was standing outside, waiting.

Just then Old Quil looked up at the sky, and stuck out his arm. A little owl, a odd, unnatural midnight black, landed on his arm, sticking out its leg, where a piece of parchment was attached. Old Quil grabbed the letter, and quickly went inside, where he began to read, the by now familiar slanted script.

4 May 2000

Great-Uncle,

I should be arriving within the week, all is well.

I will see you soon,

Vervain

Ps. Please give Grim some water, he will be staying with you till I arrive.

Old Quil looked at the little bird on his arm, it-Grim looked right back, and hooted.

"Well, let's get you some water. Besides all we can do now is wait." His voice was deep and somewhat rough due to age, but all the same it was soothing.

Later that Week, May 10, 2000

SeaTac International Airport, Seattle, Washington, United States of America

In the SeaTac Airport, bodies were turning this way and that, people talking on phones, and others barely able to avoid running into people, and one lone woman seeming to glide right throw the crowd. This woman was perhaps no older than twenty, her hair was long and black, and seemed to be rather straight, her skin was a light tan, and was covered in barely faded scars, though even with those it was her eyes that seemed to attract people's attention. Her dress was a simple sea-green vest, with a floor length cream skirt that flowed, with a pair of matching cream heels that added some to her height of 5' 5", she was stunningly beautiful, though it seemed she didn't acknowledged this fact, or the eyes that followed her.

The young woman turned a corner coming upon the main entrance, she came to a halt, looking for something or someone. She seemed to quickly find whatever it was and made her way there, she once more stopped, but this time it was in front of a man who looked like a cab driver that was waiting holding a sign labeled 'V.L.P. Ateara'.

"Good Evening, sir" Her voice was soft, polite and enough of a surprise that the cabbie jumped.

"Oh! Why hello miss, are you the one I'm waiting for?" The cabbie's voice seemed to be scratchy from smoke. But it was kind, suiting his appearance, which was that of an average older male.

"Yes, that would be I, my name is Vervain Ateara, and it is nice to meet you."

"Lovely name miss, mine is Thomas. This way then, if you have everything?" Vervain nodded, holding up her arms, indicating she did, her suitcase looked old and battered, and it had multiple stickers on it from all over the world. "Good, then let's go, if you didn't know already, I am to escort you to the Seattle branch of the American Bureau of Magic, before I'll drive you to your destination." Once more Vervain nodded. Thomas then led her outside into the light drizzle and gray skies, to a blue taxi cab, he opened the door and Vervain got in and settled. Soon enough Thomas was driving away from the airport and into the more business oriented part of Seattle. They turned onto a street filled with office buildings, and parked in front of a nondescript one. "Here we are miss, if you'll just step inside someone should be there to greet you and go over all the necessary business. I'll be right here when you're done."

Vervain quickly went inside, not wanting to deal with the still ongoing drizzle, as soon as she opened the door she was greeted by a young man he wore a standard black suit, with the white button down shirt and black tie, his shoes were rather shiny; he had short cropped blonde hair, his eyes were blue, and he wasn't too large, or too small either. An average man was he. "Good afternoon Ms. Ateara, welcome to Seattle." The young man said, "My name is Mathias Revert, and I'll be helping you today. If you'll come right this way, we can hopefully finish quickly. Nothing to worry about though, it's just standard procedure for all new citizens." The two made their way through the lobby, heading towards an elevator, which they entered and then exited on the seventh floor. They then proceeded to walk down a few corridors, to a small out of the way office. "Here we are Ms. Ateara, if you'll just take a seat." He gestured toward a comfortable brown chair sitting in front of a sturdy looking oak desk, which was overflowing with papers. Mathias then opened up a cabinet, and pulled out a file folder, which looked like it was overflowing. "I see that you've been through this process before, so this should go by quickly. If you will just fill out this form, and answer the following question, we can move on to the hard part." Mathias handed over a clipboard and a pen, which Vervain grabbed. The form was filled with all those basics questions, name, date of birth, address, and so on. She filled them out accordingly. The list went on for a few questions, where she had to stop and think, not wanting to make any mistakes, five minutes later she was handing the board back to Mathias, where he looked it over, he signed off on the bottom. "Everything seems in order Ms. Ateara, now I just need to ask you a few more questions for the records, if you don't mind?"

"That's alright, ask away." She waved her hand, telling him to proceed.

"The Bureau wanted me to ask of you would be willing to allow us to call you in for cases, the ones where we might need another healer, or perhaps for the ones we can't solve. Since according to rumors you've been learning from all over the place, so it's quite possible you might know a spell or potion, that could save a live, that one of our employees doesn't. Of course if you agree you will be compensated for your time, maybe we could pay for the last leg of your schooling, both mundane and magical if you so wish, though we could just write you a check for each individual case. Whichever you prefer." Mathias spoke all of this quickly, perhaps in an attempt to appeal to her senses. He continued "of course we realize that you are also residing her in the states to escape in a way your past, or even the public, and we are more than happy to help you. Not many should recognize you by your name any longer, though your appearance is rather unique Ms. Potter, no sorry Ms. Ateara." Mathias gazed at her pointedly over his steeped fingers. This brought Vervain up short.

"Are you threatening me Mr. Revert?" Her voice had stayed soft, but was now sharp and cold. And when Mathias once more looked into her eyes, a chill went down his spine, for eyes were cold, and dead. "Because if you are, then nothing will be left to find, when I am done."

"No! That isn't what I meant Ms. Ateara, I swear!" his voice was panicked now, but trying to appease the now angered woman. "All I meant was to say, that any and all magical that wish to get into our country must go through certain roots, all of our borders are warded, so that we are alerted to their arrival, and so we can warn you or even deny certain people entry! Even if they use mundane methods, we are still alerted about their arrival. We only wish to give you as peaceful life as possible here, for all the things you've done, you shouldn't need to worry about looking over your shoulder in fear." His voice had become passionate at the end, showing how much he meant what he said. She smile, the life and warmth returning to her eyes, making Mathias relax.

"I will hold you to your word Mr. Revert, I'm sure neither of us want any trouble, and as for your offer, I see no negatives. Though I am not sure when or what classes I will be taking, so how about for my payment we keep it to case to case, and then if I start classes up we can change the method of payment? I think that seems fair." She nodded her head, while looking at Mathias, who seemed to agree.

"Very well Ms. Ateara I believe we have a deal, if you'll just wait a moment, we can sign a contract for these terms." Mathias pulled out a dark wooded wand of about a foot in length and flicked it, a scroll came out the end, and he then waved the wand once more at a pen, which began to write up the agreed upon terms. "Her we are, if you'll just sign on the dotted line, we'll be done with this meeting." Vervain quickly did as asked, with a flourish the contract glowed a faint blue, and curled up. Mathias grabbed the contract, duplicated it handing one to her and putting the other in her folder. The two of them stood, making their way to the door, where Mathias the proceeded to escort her back to the entrance and her cab, before she could leave though, he handed her a card, and a small box, for letters between her and the bureau. "I hope you'll enjoy your stay here in Washington Ms. Ateara, we'll be sure to call or send a letter," he pointed to the box "when we need you, goodbye for now."

"Goodbye Mr. Revert, till next time." Vervain then once more got into the blue magical cab, and was on her way. The drizzle from earlier having cleared up, the sun was shining.

So up next: Vervain finally arrives in LaPush, and gets settled in... or at least that's the plan