Trinity: Here I am with another story. This time it's not for class. As usual I do not own Harry Potter. The name Fabrizia comes from the movie The Number 23 which I do not own.

I was eleven when my life changed drastically. I had been sitting on the roof of my quaint home in London when a tawny barn owl perched next to me, a letter in its beak. I carefully reached out and took the letter. As soon as I did, the owl flew off. I looked the letter over, "Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry?" I climbed back through the window and flopped on my bed. Upon removing and reading it, I began to scream.

The door swung open, revealing my dad Walter. "What's wrong?" he asked. I handed him the letter which he read immediately. He smiled sadly. "I knew you'd get this one of these days."

"What do you mean?"

He sat on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. "I think it's time I tell you about your mother."

I raised an eyebrow, "You've waited eight years to tell me about mum?"

"I was waiting for the right moment." He brushed my black hair away from my face. "Your mother went to Hogwarts. She was a witch, a beautiful, wonderful witch. We met the summer after she graduated."

"Dad, I already know how you guys met. How'd she die?"

He sighed. "There was this bad man who was terrorizing the wizarding world. Your mother was part of this group, the Order of the Phoenix, they were fighting against the bad man. One night, you had just turned three, your mother was called to protect a family. They found her body the next morning."

"What happened to the bad man?"

"He was destroyed that night. By a little one year-old boy."

I was silent for a while. "So," I started. "I'm a witch?" Dad nodded. "Is that why all those weird things started happening to me when I was seven?"

"Yes."

I smiled. "Sweet."

On September first, Dad and I stood in King's Cross Station, staring at the wall between platforms nine and ten. "Do you see nine and three quarters?" Dad asked.

I shook my head. "Nope."

Just then a family of red heads came up next to us. "You know what to do dears." an older lady, obviously a mother, said to three boys. Each nodded and kissed their mother. The turned and ran right through the wall.

"What the?!" I said rather loudly.

The mother turned to me and smiled gently. "This is your first year?" I nodded. "Fred, George, come here."

Two identical eleven year old boys appeared, "Yes mum?"

"You know how to get to the platform. Please help this young lady."

"Yes mum." both boys said. The each took one of my hands and walked to the wall. "Ready Fred?" the one on my left said.

"Ready George." We took off running and went right through the wall.

"Woah." I said, trying to steady myself.

"You ok?" Fred asked.

"Yeah." I smiled. "I'm Fabrizia Valmont."

"Fred Weasley." he replied, finally letting go of my hand. He pointed to his twin, "That's George."

George smiled. "Hi."

We had just moved out of the way when our parents came through with our luggage. "Thanks Dad." I said as I hugged him.

"Molly, this is my daughter Fabrizia." Dad introduced.

Molly smiled, "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Molly Weasley. You just met Fred and George." She motioned to another son who was around nine, and a daughter around the age of eight. "This is my other son Ronald and my daughter Ginny."

"Who were the other boys?" I asked.

"Our older brothers, Bill, Charlie, and Percy." Fred answered.

"Bill's the oldest, then Charlie, and then Percy." George added.

The train gave a loud whistle. "Hurry up dears. The train's about to leave." Molly said, hugging her two sons.

Dad gave me a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too dad." I let go. "I'll be home at Christmas." Fred grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the train. "Bye dad!"

The twins and I found an empty compartment at the back of the train. The twins, being about a foot taller than me, put our luggage in the racks. "So," George began, sitting across from me. "Are you a muggle born, half blood, or pure blood?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "What?"

"Let me explain." Fred said. "A muggle born is a witch or wizard with no magic parents. Half blood means you have one magical parent. And pure blood means both parents do magic."

"Oh. I'm half blood."

"Is your dad a wizard?" George asked.

I shook my head. "No. My mum was." I frowned, but quickly replaced it with a smile. "You guys are pure bloods?"

Fred nodded, "Yup."

The compartment door opened, a boy with dark skin and unruly dreadlocks stood there. "Can I sit with you guys?" We nodded. "Thanks." he said, sitting next to me. "I'm Lee Jordan."

"I'm Fabrizia Valmont." I introduced. I gestured to the twins, "Those two are Fred and George Weasley."

"How can you tell the difference?"

Fred was about to explain, when I answered for him, "If you look close enough, you can see a scar on Fred's right cheek and George has a mole on the top of his nose."

Fred and George looked amazed. "Our own mum can't tell us apart!" George exclaimed.

"You must look at them an awful lot." Lee said.

I blushed. Truth was, I hadn't stopped looking at Fred since he first grabbed my hand. I was developing a crush on the first wizard I met. It was going to be a long seven years.