A/N: Hey. This story is a bit of a different one. It takes place about 100 years ahead of where the last Harry Potter book left us. I promise that if you just stick with me for a few chapters, you'll like this story.
Chapter 1:
Ten year old Mackenzie Pheleps woke up one morning in June, got out of bed, immediately tripped over her dog's tail; falling flat on her face.
"Get off Mountain," she laughed. The white collie ignored his master's attempts to push him away.
After several more licks across the face, Kenzie finally got the dog to let her stand. She picked up the two photographs that had fallen off of the nightstand when she had so gracefully gotten out of bed.
The first photo was of a boy with shaggy dirty blonde hair and light blue grey eyes hidden behind a pair of thin glasses. He was making a funny face that caused Kenzie to laugh every time, but that wasn't unusual. Evan could always make her laugh, that's why he was her best friend.
The other photo was of her father. He was holding Kenzie's two year old self. This was favorite picture of him; it was taken just two months before he died.
Sighing, she carefully set both photos upright. She missed both of them.
Glancing out her window at the Carpathian Mountains in the distance, Kenzie could tell that it was late in the morning.. Her mother had probably gone to work already. Sure enough, Kenzie found a note on the table when she wandered into the kitchen.
Kenzie,
Sorry I had to leave before you got up. You're to go to Grandpa's house today. Behave and leave that dog of yours here. You know Grandpa doesn't like him. Uncle Jared should be here around 4. When you get home today, clean up the potions mess in the basement. See you when I get home.
Love,
Mom
Kenzie read the note twice and
stuck it in her back pocket. "I don't wanna go to Grandpa's,"
she complained to the empty kitchen. She loved her grandfather
dearly, but his house was so boring.
Kenzie glanced down the stairs to the basement, eyeing the mess with apprehension. She groaned. Why had she experimented with ingredients that were sure to blow up?
A thump from the corner of the room interrupted her complaining. Turning around, she laughed when she saw it was only her dog flipping over his empty food dish.
"Okay Mount, I get the idea," she said, shaking her head as she went to find the dog food.
A half hour later, Kenzie was almost ready to leave. She had fed the dog, dressed, and packed a small bag of things to do, including the new potions book Uncle Jared had bought her over the weekend and some parchment and a quill so she could write to Evan.
Kenzie had just put a whimpering Mountain in the backyard and was heading for the front door when the fireplace roared to life.
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