Secrets of the Past

by Rosie Jade Washington

One day a girl comes home, not to her parents, but to an old man who is telling her that her parents have been kidnapped by an evil wizard, and that coincidentally, her parents where a witch and a wizard, and that she to was a witch. And this is her story of afterwords. AU, Harry Potter/OC paring

1. The Beginning

Ch.1

The Beginning

By Rosie Jade

Nothing was making sense anymore. But then again nothing has ever made seance in my life. None of you probably know what i am talking about. So let me start at the beginning.

My name is Loretta Kelishia, and I am the daughter of Jakob and Kendra Kelishia, or at least up until yesterday evening I thought that was who I was.

Yesterday was August 21, and also my 16th birthday. I came home from my jog, like i did every night, and my parents weren't there. Instead there, in my home, in my kitchen, was a man.

He called himself Albus Dumbledore.

This Professor Dumbledore, (As he told me he was, and that I would call him such), tried to ask me to sit down, but before he could finish I had him pinned to the wall asking him why he was here. He told me if I let him go and sat down he'd explain. I let my arm up off his chest and slowly back up until the back of my knees his a chair and I fell back into it.

The first thing he did was ask me if I had ever done something I couldn't explain. I told him of the the dreams I have been having, they are of me as a small child with my mother, but the man with us, I told him, he was never my father.

I told him that the man was always tall, he always had long sleek black hair and my grey eyes.

Professor Dumbledore told me he could explain it, he said that I was a witch and there where many things my parents had been keeping from me. I wanted to protest, I was just a little strange, but he held his hand up and told me to let him explain fully before I judged the situation.

He told me my parents had been abducted by an evil wizard whom sought to destroy the Wizarding World, and if I came with him he would explain all in the morning. I didn't know what to say, and even if I had, I don't think I would know how to say it.

So I deemed the Professor safe enough for the time being. And I picked myself up out of the chair, bid him goodnight, and ran up to my room. When I got there, I locked my door, and collapsed onto my bed, both mentally and physically exhausted.