I'm sure some of you think I'm conceited for crossing my self-insertion with other stories. The fact of the matter is that I know my Erik forward and back and he is the easiest to write, but this story should be good for me becuase of all the characters I'm going to need to create.

Chapter 1

"Come on Erik!" I moaned, "He'll be here any minute!" Erik only grunted as he scribbled down notes defiantly. "I just want everything to be perfect!" I continued to fuss over the food. I was beginning to fall into one of my infamous anxiety attacks. Erik grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his lap.

"Ange, this is the best your house has looked in a very long time. I am sure he will not go back to London just because the tea wasn't right," Erik spoke calmly. I tried to breathe regularly and think. When I had calmed down, my mind wandered to what had happened.

When we had jumped forward in time. We had jumped to the exact moment when I had left and I was able to return to my previous existence without notice. Erik had dropped to about my age. Well, we both had dropped to the age I was when I had landed on Erik's doorstep. Odder still, Nadir had stayed the same age. Our solution to the random two extra people on the face of the earth was to have Nadir be an immigrant with Erik being his adoptive son. It worked well enough and soon they had purchased the house next to mine. As strange as it all was, it seemed fairly normal in light of what had happened a few months afterwards.

I had been visiting with Erik in the family room, when there came a knock at the door. I came to open the door with Erik close behind, putting his mask in place. I'll never forget the people who stood in front of me. One was just an ordinary looking man in a business suit, but the other was a woman wearing a flowing robe and a pair of square spectacles. Her graying hair was pulled into a tight bun and her lips were stretched thin in a forbidding expression.

"Hello," the man said kindly, "Are you Ms. Morgan O'Connell?"

I nodded. The man extended his hand.

"My name is Malumnin Tenibruse."

I reached to take his hand but Erik stopped me. He eyed the strangers with suspicion.

"May Erik be so bold as to ask what you want?" Erik asked, putting a protective arm around my shoulder. I blushed a little. Erik was fairly open that I was his and that he was mine. I think he was afraid that the world would forget.

"Are you family?" the woman said tartly, eying his mask with distaste. It was evident she knew that Erik was not a relative.

"He's my boyfriend," I explained, "but he is as good as family. I have known Erik for years."

The man and the woman whispered for a moment. After a time they nodded. Then the woman spoke.

"Get your parents and we will tell you, all of you," she added with a glance at Erik, "why we are here."

We all gathered in the living room. The adults exchanged introductions. I learned that the woman's name was Professor Minerva McGonagall and that she was the headmistress of a school in Great Britain called Hogwarts. She said she wanted me to come to her school.

"But why?"I asked.

"Miss O'Connell, we have all reason to believe that you are a witch,"Mr. Tenibruse said.

"Well thanks," I said facetiously. The spectacled woman smiled a little.

"Let me explain," McGonagall said, pulling out a thin piece of wood, "We believe you are able to do magic." Before anyone was able to speak, the professor tapped the coffee table with the piece of wood. Suddenly my soda was sitting on top of a giant tortoise. My parents and I all jumped in surprise, but Erik only seemed intrigued.

"I can't do anything like that," I murmured. My mouth was agape in awe.

"No, but you have done something far more impressive in its own way," Tenibruse said, "You see I am the prime minister of the American Ministry of Magic. Not too long ago we picked up underage magic in this area. We can tell what kind of spell it was, and we were greatly surprised to discover that it had been the kind of magic that makes a time turner able to transport one through time. More amazing was the de-aging spell. That is not even possible for a trained wizard using a wand."

"What are you getting at?" Erik asked, acting like a guardian after years of caring for me. The professor glared at Erik for his authoritative outburst.

"Morgan has a natural gift unlike anyone else in history," the Prime Minister continued, "Normally, US citizens will attend schools here in America, but someone with talent like hers should be able to go to the best school of magic in the world."

"And where would that be?" my mother interjected before Erik could.

"That would be Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said with a hint of pride. The two wizards stood up.

"Now I'm afraid we have to wipe your friend's memory of this," the prime minister said, drawing his wand. I moved in front of Erik.

"Just try," I challenged. Erik nudged me aside. He calmly held up a finger asking for a moment.

"Charming gesture my dear, but hardly necessary Erik thinks."

We all looked at him in surprise. Erik smiled a little.

"Prime Minister, if you look at the 19th century records of France you will find fluctuations of magic in the Opera Garniere. Those fluctuations were Morgan and Erik," Erik explained it all as though he were talking about what he had done over the weekend.

"Are you saying Miss O'Connell brought a person back through time with her?" McGonagall seemed in awe.

"Two actually," Erik corrected, "Erik and the Daroga, but that is besides the point. The point is Erik is a wizard, or at least it would explain a great deal." He fell silent and set himself to staring at the coke can. It shivered for a moment then started to float, but halfway to Erik the can shuddered again and fell. We all gawked and Mom didn't even notice the dark stain spreading across her newly purchased carpet. Erik took out his handkerchief and sheepishly started to blot up the stain.

"Erik apologizes. It has been quite some time since he last practiced."

We all just stared. The back door opened and there was the sound of scrabbling claws. Suddenly, my dog Bella was jumping all over the poor professor, licking her half to death.

"Bella," Erik said reproachfully. The little white dog abandoned her assault on the headmistress and jumped onto Erik's lap. She clawed at the mask and forced her face underneath.

Erik realized too late that his mask was coming off. He felt his stomach drop as Tenibruse and the professor cried out.

"Will they not let Erik stay with his ange, now that they have seen him?" he wondered to himself.

Morgan's brother Hunter called from the other room, "Mom? Dad? Where are you?"

"We're in here, Hunter," Mr. O'Connell replied. Hunter came into the living room and gave a casual greeting to Erik, before noticing the newcomers.

"Who're they?"

"They're here talking about letting Morgan go to a special school," Mrs. O'Connell said.

"What kinda a school?"

"It's a school… well it's a school for magic."

"Yeah, right, you guys are playing a trick on me," he said with classic eight-year-old-boy stubbornness.

"Hey, it's a recent development," Morgan remarked, "I just found out I can do magic today. And apparently so can Erik…" she added in a tone that told him they would be discussing this later.

In the end it was agreed that both Erik and I would attend Hogwarts and that one of the professors would take us to Diagon Alley a week before start of term and that we would stay at a place called the leaky cauldron until then.

There was a knock at the door.

"That must be the professor," Erik said.