This is my very first fanfiction. You can review if you'd like. It's set in the future. In Albus Severus and Scorpius's generation. If there are inconsistencies between the original storyline and my story its either on accident or to make the story flow better. If I've made any mistakes feel free to point them out. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: All original Harry Potter characters and storyline belong to J.K. Rowling.

Sorry about the mix up. THIS is going to be the prologue and the old prologue is going to be chapter one. A good friend pointed out how much better it would work out this way.

Prologue: No One Could Ever Say Words That Meant More Than Things That Go Unsaid

As always, by the time the sun set, Amethyst's mother was gone. Being a nurse and working the night shift often kept her asleep when Amethyst was awake. Only during the summer did Amethyst get to adjust her sleeping patterns so that she could see her mother.

She missed her mother, and she hated the job that her mother had. But she would never tell her mother that.

Because she is ,after all, a nurse. She helps people, and that's far more important ,of course, Amethyst thought disdainfully, her legs swinging over the porch railing. Who am I to be angry with her for not being here? We wouldn't even have our house if not for that job and the money it brings in.

As always, Amethyst's argument with herself ended with her on her porch, staring at the stars.

"Amethyst!" her father called out from the house,immediately ruining her good mood.

I've been out her five fucking minutes! Is that too much time to ask for myself?!

"What?!" Amethyst snapped back, her fingers digging into the plastic of her chair and the wind picking up suddenly.

" Go get the mail!" he answered.

What am I? A dog? Hey,Lassie, go get the paper. Should've took that fucking job with Kieran at that damn pizza place. But then again someone has to do shit around here. Dad can't get around well anymore, Mama's always working , and when Kieran's not at work for four hours every other day, he's a lazy fuck who never helps.

Amethyst sighed. " 'Kay!"

Amethyst stood up and grabbed the mop handle (minus the actual mop part) that she always took with her when she went to check the mail. Just in case someone decided to mess with her while she was pissed off.

The walk was short and boring as always, and the mail was seemingly boring too. Shuffling through the mail on her way back to her house, she came across a cream colored envelope made of an amazingly soft paper.

Amethyst Caiolin Rayne was written in precise,yet swirly black letters.

Holy shit. Someone can spell my whole name right,Amethyst thought sarcastically as she walked up the porch steps.

She open her door and handed all the mail not addressed to her to her father, who was sitting on the couch facing the TV. Amethyst walked over to the breakfast bar and leaned against it as she opened her letter.

"Hello, Amethyst Caiolin Rayne!" the letter chirped immediately, taking on a life of its own and hovering there before her as it spoke.

Amethyst froze, staring in disbelief at the letter for a few moments before regaining her composure.

It talks. So what? Weirder shit has happened. Like Michael Jackson suddenly turning into a white guy. Fucking creepy.

"For you would not have been able to open this letter if you were anyone else," the letter continued ."This is a letter to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We would be most happy to have a representative of our school visit you at the earliest time of your convenience so that this can be explained to you and your family. Shall we schedule our visit for later, or is now best?"

Amethyst paused momomentarily, thinking about her answer before responding, "Umm, yea. Sure. Now's fine?"

"Excellent!" cried the letter. It exploded into white smoke accompanied by sparkles of every color imaginable.

Suddenly, a tall woman with serene silver-grey eyes and long pale blonde hair stood before Amethsyt. A calm smile was plastered on the odd woman's face as if she appeared from clouds of smoke all the time.

"Hello, Amethyst. I am Luna Lovegood, Headmistress of Hogwarts," she said, her voice relaxed and soothing.

"Ah," Amethyst began, her voice steady. "Hi, you already know me apparently. Do you do that often?"

"Appear from a cloud of smoke?" Luna clarified, continuing when Amethyst nodded." Occasionally."

"How the fuck did you get in my house?!" Amethyst's father demanded, a gun in his hands pointed at Luna.

Has he been talking this whole time? Amazing. He cant get up to get his own glass of water but he can move like a criminal when he wants a gun.

"Really, Mr. Rayne. I understand your alarm but guns won't be necessary," Luna explained softly, completely unfazed by the gun pointed at her.

When she was convinced that he would shoot her long before he put the gun away, she simply Vanished the gun with a flick of her wrist and cast a nonverbal Silencio on him, having long ago mastered wandless magic.

Then without bothering with an explanation for him she Summoneda chair and settled into its black velvet cushions. She turned to face Amethyst then, her eyes examining the girl closely.

This most certainly explains what the hell Rune and Lyssandra were always prattling on about. Especially Lyssandra. Was there any spell she didn't mention? Luckily I listened when they spoke. I thought it would just be the two of the going off to Hogwarts. No wonder they drilled all this into me.

So she's a master of wandless and nonverbal magic, eh? Rune told me that was difficult. She must be very powerful. I don't supposed she could make that Silencio permanant, could she?

"Your friend, Miss Corset, suggested you would perhaps be more comfortable with what has to be said if you could sit in one of these," Luna said, Summoning a Freudian couch.

Amethyst glared at the couch then respectfully (as possible) expressed her thoughts to Luna. "I'm afraid that Rune, or Miss Corset as you called her, was badly mistaken."

At that moment a Post-it appeared on the couch, brightly displaying the words "Fuck off Amethyst, the Freudian couch doesn't like you either!"

"Ah," Luna gasped, Vanishing the whole couch and summoning a simple chair for Amethyst, and putting her father to sleep before moving on.

"You see, no one in your family has gone to Hogwarts, or any other magical school, in 200 years," Luna began, her voice taking a whimsical turn. "This is becuase your many times great-grandfather placed a curse that would not allow any of his children to go to such a school. He wanted to teach them himself. Sadly the curse carried out along the generations until now."

"Why now?" Amethyst asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Because he placed it specifically on "children" and people in his time were only considered "children" until the age of 13," Luna explained. " Since becoming Headmistress almost six years ago I changed the age requirement to 15 rather than 11. This is because Headmaster Dumbledore, a great Wizarding hero and a recent Headmaster, always worried that Sorting was too early. Basically curse did not carry pass 13, allowing us to send you your letter."

Amethyst was quietly absorbing this new information when Luna asked her a question. "Would you like to attend Hogwarts Amethyst? And expand your magiacal knowledge and create new possibilities for your future?"

The answer was simple for Amethyst.

Yes.

I do apologize if the Michael Jackson joke offended anyone. It's just Amethyst's personal opinion.