We do not own Harry Potter, sadly. Enjoy the story! -K and J

Set 2 years after the epilogue of Deathly Hallows.


One- Elsa

Ever since the Potters moved in, our little neighborhood has gotten a little freaky.

They seem really- really- weird. They always have owls in their house, they always yell random words (like- what the hell is an "expelliarmus?"), and that house is always full with people- whether it be with family or friends.

And my sister Bella swore she saw one of the adults disappear before her eyes.

"Elsa!" I glance up to see my sister leaning over my shoulder.

"Are you still trying to decode their 'language'?" She points to the sheet of notebook paper in front of me with the words accio, expelliarmus, and muffalito scrawled on it in blue ink. Next to them was: Backwards? Oicca, Sumraillepxe, Otilaffum. Pig latin? Ccioay? Xpelliarmuseay? Uffalitomay?

I push the paper away from me.

"I don't get it!" I grumble.

"Those freaks-"

She rolls her eyes.

"C'mon. Mum made spaghetti."

My eyes lighten up before we rush down the stairs to the dining table, where we sit down hastily.

"Thanks mum!" Bella says softly.

Mum. She's so pretty. Brown eyes, brown hair- pale skin. Bella got her looks while I got Da's looks and personality.

"I ran into Mrs. Potter the other day." Mum says as she puts down our plates piled high with food. "She was wondering if you guys would like to come over to her house for her Christmas party that she's hosting for friends and family."

Friends and family? Since when were we the Potters' friends?

"Yes!" Bella blurts out.

"What?!" I snap my head towards her, eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"This could be our only chance to see what's really going on with them!" She whispers before looking back to mum. "Of course we'll go! When is it?"

"In three days." She says. "Mrs. Potter will be thrilled to finally meet you guys!"

"And we'll be excited to meet her too." I plaster on a fake smile before taking a mouthful of food.

Bella slides her plate towards the middle of the table, and I realize that she's already done.

"Hurry up Elsa. I got to talk to you."

I scarf down my food before getting our plates and placing them in the sink before we head back up to our room. As soon as we get in, she locks the door and begins to talk.

"Okay Elsa. This is our gold chance! We'll actually be in their house! We'll finally be able to solve the Potter conundrum!"

"I bet you don't even know the definition of that word." I say.

"Not the point Elsa!"

"Sorry."

"Okay. The other thing I want to talk to you about is the fact that I saw something in their yard the other day."

"So?" I place my hand on my hip before she huffs in annoyance.

"Stop being a brat Elsa. Anyway, the object in their yard was a wooden wand."

I pause.

"A wand? You have got to be kidding me. It could have been a damn stick."

Bella cringes. "It wasn't a stick Elsa! One of the Potter boys picked it up and it sparked. Sticks don't spark."

"Okay you got me there."

"Gosh I feel like such a stalker."

"Get used to it Bella. We'll find out who they really are... eventually."