Chapter 1

Summary: Harry Potter has a living witch relative? Who?

Two men in dark, long robes walked up to a small librarian's desk.

"Where is she?"

"Try the adventure section."

In the back of the library lay the adventure section. With in the adventure section lay a girl, slender and wore bottle cap glasses and had her hair in braids.

"Holly Potter?"

A slender pointer finger was struck into the air.

Her face was hidden behind a thick, French novel.

"Ehhem."

"What?" she said looking up, her eyes still skimming the page.

"Are you Holly Potter?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" she said with an American accent.

"You're coming with us."

"As long as I can bring this, I'm fine with that," she held up the book. As she got up, the men notice that she was into her teenage years.

"Holly, how old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"How long have you known you were a witch?"

"Um, since I was about… I don't know as long as I can remember, I've known there was something special about me."

"Oh that's so helpful."

"Do you want me to come with you or not?"

"Sorry," said the younger man.

All three left the library and got in to a big black SUV.

"Now, Holly, you know why you're coming with us, don't you?"

"Yeah, you've found out that I have living relatives that are at Hogwarts and blah, blah, blah."

The younger man turned around from the passenger seat and looked at Holly.

"Well, we should probably introduce ourselves to you. He's Paul and I'm Chris," he held out a hand.

"What am I supposed to do?" Holly asked.

"Um, shake my hand."

"Okay," Holly slid her hand into his and shook it.

Chris blushed, calm your self Chris, you don't know her that well and she is three years younger than you. That's a bit of an age difference, he thought as he still held on to Holly's hand.

"Will you please let go of my hand," she said.

"Oh, sorry."

"Nice, you're flirting with her," Paul whispered to Chris as he drove.

"Shut up."

"Then stop flirting with every girl you meet."

"I don't flirt with every girl I meet."

"Oh yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yeah, ya do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No—"

"Um, if you're trying to have a hidden whispering conversation, it doesn't work so well if you start to talk loudly," Holly interrupted.

Both Paul and Chris blushed.

The car was silent the rest of the way to the airport. Holly had her head in her novel.

"Come on, Holly, we don't want to miss our flight to London," Paul called from outside the SUV.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, jeez. Oh and we're stopping at the book store before we get on the plane or I'm not going."

"Fine."

Chris had his eyes glued to Holly.

"Chris, stop looking at her."

"I can't. She's hot and wow."

"We're not supposed to fall in love with our job, like you do."

"I'm not falling in love her; she's just so damn hot. I can't help it."

They walked through the doors to the airport, got the tickets, and were stopped by Holly at the book store. "How long is this going to take, Holly?" Paul asked.

"Just a minute… ah, here it is," she held up a set of thin books. "Just chill, okay?" she went to go pay.

"Okay," Chris said dreamily.

"Chris, stop drooling," Paul looked disgusted.

"Fine, but I get to sit next to her on the plane," he said, following Holly on to the plane.