Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is already own by J.K. Rowling.
Authors Notes: I need something to post so I decided to post this. This something I and a friend came up with several years ago. It starts in the Fourth book. It follows the story line except for where we added or changed stuff to fit what we came up with. After the prologue you will see page numbers to where it fits in the fourth book. If you don't understand what's happening at the time go look in the book. If anything isn't clear just ask and hopefully I'll be able to clear it up for you. Now on to the story.
-:- Prologue -:-
"Grandma?" a young girl asked quietly. She had dark brown hair that fell down to her waist and equally dark brown eyes that seemed to have a hint of yellow when the light caught them just right. Her hair also contained natural blonde highlights. This young girl was kneeling next to a bed with an old lady in it.
"It's okay Britta. We all come to the time in our lives when it's time to move on to the next stage in the journey. I'm just glad I lived to an old age." the old lady spoke slowly, "Who's that here with you?"
Britta looked over to the doorway of the room where another girl with short light brown hair and very blue eyes stood, "That's Haelee McKray."
"Your friend from school?"
"Yes, she came with me so I wouldn't have to travel alone."
"That was very kind of her. I have something I must tell you before I go."
"Gran-"
"Please. In the attic you will find a cabinet. In the bottom door you will find some stuff that belonged to your mother. They will answer some question that I have never been able to answer." The lady paused for a second to make sure Britta understood. She continued to speak when Britta nodded her head, "I am not really your grandmother."
"What!" Britta exclaimed. She felt very confused as she heard this confession.
"The story you and your brother were told was not to true. I was your mother's friend in school." The old lady explained patiently.
"But your age…the planes?"
"Yes. Now listen carefully. You must go to the Hogwarts. The school is mentioned in your mother's diary." The lady said to Britta's confused look, "There is a letter in the diary. Give it to the headmaster. The headmaster should be a wizard by the name of Dumbledore. He will take care of things."
"But what about Cascades Academy?"
"You'll go to Hogwarts from now on. At least for a while. It depends on how thing turn out."
"I…I'm not sure what to make of all of this."
"Give it some time. Read the diary it will help clear something up. Promise me…"
"Promise you what? Grandma. Promise you what?"
The old lady slowly smiled, "Promise me that you'll go to Hogwarts and don't be to hard on your brother when you meet him."
"You talk as if I'll see him again. We don't even know if he's alive."
"Britta, what does your heart tell you? What has it always told you?"
"That he's alive and well…and," Britta paused and seemed to be searching deep down in herself, "And that I'll see him again soon."
"Don't be too hard on each other. Tell him what you learn in the diary."
"Yes ma'am." Britta kissed the old lady on the check, "You rest for now."
"On more thing. Make sure they bury me under the old oak tree."
"Sure thing. Thank-you." Britta whispered as she closed the door.
"Now what?" Haelee asked.
"I read that diary." Britta looked towards the stair that led up to the attic.
"And after that?"
"You go back and I go and find this Hogwarts place." Britta took a deep breath and moved towards the stairs for the attic. At last, she would be able to have some questions answered about her father, hopefully, and what her mother did while she stayed here on this plane of existence.
"Just one more quick question," Britta turned around to face Haelee at the sound of her voice, "What did you mean by the planes?"
Britta thought for a bit before she answered Haelee's question, "The earth has different planes of existence. I guess you could think of them like layers. When the earth was first created everyone lived together in peace. That didn't last long though. Groups of people created these planes of existence where they could go live in peace."
"What happened to make those people leave?"
"No one remembers."
"So how many planes of existence are there?"
"No one is quit sure how many there is but I know of 16 different planes. Not all are inhabited anymore."
"Didn't exactly get the peace they where seeking?"
"I don't know."
"But what does this all have to do with you mother?"
"My mom is from the plane that is closest to ours. I've been there a couple of times."
"What did age have to with any of this?"
"Time is different on each plane. Not everyone is the same too, just like the planes."
"What do you mean by that?"
"The plane where my mother is from, the time flows pretty evenly with time here but people age more slowly there."
"Does that mean you're not 14?"
Britta sighed, "Yes."
"How old are you then?"
"I'd rather not answer that."
"Okay, it's your life. You're allowed to keep a few secrets."
Britta smiled warmly at her friend. She loved this about Haelee. She understood her need for privacy. Britta only knew to well how Haelee liked her own privacy. Maybe that's why they were such good friends. She turned back around and head up the stairs while calling over her shoulder, "There's food and drinks in the refrigerator. Help yourself."