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You will see him when the timing is right.

You will be destined for greatness.

He will bear the unbearable with you.

There will be no escape.

Are you ready?

In a room filled with only innocence, Zahava DelCotta awoke instantly. She blinked, looking around her room in deep thought. She had been having this dream for years, the same one, the same words. They rang in her head, as if they were trying to send a message to her. Much to her dismay, however, she didn't understand what it meant at all. Who was "him"? And what would be the unbearable? She couldn't think of really being worse off than she already was, so it was confusing to try and comprehend what would be so unbearable. Giving the situation her life was in now, what kind of greatness could come out of it? What was there to escape from? Every event so far was unchangeable and completely out of her control in the first place. It was a stupid dream, and yet, she could not forget about it. It recurred, and that bothered her every morning when she woke up out of a cold sweat. Her silent musing over it was short lived, as her twin brother came bursting through the door.

"HEY! Are you awake? Do you know what today is?" he excaimed, jumping excitedly on her in the process.

"Go away, I'm busy," was her only reply, while he continued to bounce around. She laid down again, trying to pull the covers over herself in an attempt to block out the light and noise. He had way too much energy this early in the morning. Seriously? Who was alive this early?

"Well happy birthday to you too grumpy. Today is the day we move! Aren't you excited sis?"

She groaned. Why does it have to be so early? "Yes, I know, now get out!" she told him again. He jumped off the bed and she sat up, throwing one of her many pillows at him. It missed, hitting the closed door that he vacated through. She laid back down on her bed, staring at her star filled ceiling. She sighed, remembered when her and her father had put them up years ago. She didn't want to leave it behind, but what choice did she have? It was their eleventh birthday. They were going to leave Canada, and start anew in Britain. To be honest, she was very excited about the move, she had always loved everything about the strange land over seas. However, she was not a morning person, and not exactly sure she was THAT thrilled about leaving her whole life like this. Unfortunately, their god father was, and he would be arriving within the hour to uproot them from their upbringings. If only there was a way to take the house full of their memories with them.

Zahava and Brenden had been on their own for nearly four years now. Their parents had died in what was assumed a car accident on the highway, but they never believed that. It wasn't that they thought it was possibly thier parents were still alive, it was more so that the story was sketchy, in her opinion anyway. Their god father had been seeing to their needs, hiring a guardian for the time being. But now, things were apparently complicated, and they needed to move where they could be closer to him. Zahava loved her god father dearly, but she was sure there were many things he wasn't telling them. For instance, some days he would come over, and mysterious things would start to happen to all their electrical systems. He insisted that it wasn't faulty wiring, that it was something more obsure and simpler than that. Perhaps the only thing that bothered her about him was his insisting need to speak in riddles. Why bother talking if no one could understand you? Sometimes she wondered if maybe his old age was starting to get to him, but she'd never voice an opinion like that. She shook her head to herself, and proceeded to get ready to move.

Luckily, there wasn't much left to pack. She had two months to get everything ready, and she utilized her time wisely. She packed up the rest of her clothes, sighing as she looked out the window. The old tire swing still hung there, long forgotten and never used in the past four years. They used to play with it all the time, and now it was just a burden of bad memories. The tree stood tall and proud, providing shade in a wide radius around the yard. It was a huge backyard, bigger than most houses in the suburb. Now it would all be gone, she would probably never see it again. She sighed sadly, looking over her room for anything else that she may have missed. Finding nothing too important, she made her way with the rest of her bags to the main floor. She stopped on her short journey, opening the door into her parents room. It was clean, aside from the massive layers of dust. They had not touched it, left it alone. They also refused to let anyone in there, not wanting anything else to change. The first few nights after the news, her and her brother slept in there for nearly a year, before they were finally ready to accept the death and move on. She sighed, looking at the pictures, before turning her back on it forever. It was sad to think that she had grown up so much at age 11, but what choice did she have?

"Zavy! He's here! Come downstairs already!" Brenden shouted at her from the living room.

Zavy came downstairs in a hurry to embrace her dear god father. He was a kind old man, wearing the weirdest set of robes every time they saw him. His half moon glasses hung off his crooked nose, and though he was an old man, his blue eyes were young and full of mischief. It seemed that he would never abandon them, and had proven that every time by sending them gifts and by personally visiting them. He was all the family she had left, other than her brother. Their grandmother had died, then their parents, and now this old man was the only one left. She wondered how long he had to live sometimes, knowing that he was not as young as his eyes portrayed. Some days she wished there was a way to make things last forever. But now was not the time for gloomy, now was the time for a fresh start.

"Hello you two. Happy birthday to both of you. I have something for you, a great gift. Please, come sit down," greeted the old man. The two children beat him to his usual seat and waiting in eager anticipation. Albus Dumbledore sat down in front of them, smiling, as he knew what he was about to tell them would change their lives forever. "We are going to leave this country, and possibly never return. I have a home for you two in the city of London. It will not be a house, an inn of sorts, called the Leaky Cauldron. You two are very special children, so now I think it's time I revealed to you another world, coinciding with this one. I, like your late mother, am a wizard. I am the Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You two, are a bit more than just a young witch and wizard. You are sorcerers, a bit more powerful. As of such, I regret to inform you that you cannot enter my school until three years time. However, I will be teaching you to utilize your powers effectively."

"But... Why are you telling us this now?" asked Zavy curiously.

"Any witch or wizard is given a letter of acceptance to my school when they reach of age. If you were just a witch and a wizard, and not in danger of being discovered, you would be accepted to the school here in Canada."

"In danger?" asked Brenden.

"You have enemies, my children. Had the circumstances been different, this information would not be divulged to you until you were old enough. The two of you have grown past what a normal child would believe, but it is not your fault. Being forced to grow up on your own far advances your maturity level. I'm sure you both have realized this, and can therefore understand the reason why I am transferring you to London instead of developing your powers here."

"And what is that reason?"

"There are not many sorcerers left in this world. For all I know, you two may be the last. Any one of the dark wizards in our world will try to find you. We'll have to hid your existence from the rest of the world, make it so that your powers can deceive anyone who tries to put their nose on your trail. You see, your parents did not die in a car accident, as once told. They died fighting a war, to free witches, wizards and muggles. The followers of this dark wizard had been seeking out your parents, one of them killing them, since they had not revealed the secret as to the whereabouts of their children. You both have great power, and it is necessary to keep you hidden from those who wish to do you harm. As time passes, you'll learn to understand everything I am telling you now."

"But what exactly is the difference between a witch and a sorceress?" asked Zavy.

"A great deal, Zahava. The magic that manifests in a witch or wizard is expelled differently than yours would. For example, I must channel my magic through my wand, which, every witch and wizard carries. Wandless and wordless magic is not unheard of in our kind, but extremely rare and hardly mastered together. The talent comes naturally to the two of you, seeing as how you summon your magic from everything around you, needing not the handicap of a wand to channel your greatest desires. They are comparable, but you will be able to do more than anyone I have ever seen, limitless power at your fingertips, this is why we must keep you hidden."

Zavy and Brenden listened intently until he was finished. They looked to one another, processing his every word at the same rate. It made a lot of sense, which is why this did not come as a shock to them. They themselves have witnessed strange things on thier own, knowing that the only explanation, was magic. It had all finally made sense, and now they were to be hidden until further notice. It made Zavy sad to think that she was partly the reason her parents were dead. She didn't ask for these powers, so why did they have to die to protect her? What kind of sick people were out there? And why? She could not understand why people feared the unknown. Shades of grey began to enter her until recently happy world. People attacked their own kind, it didn't make any sense. What was wrong with this world?

"Well now, are we ready to go?" asked their god father. They mutely nodded. "Alright, let's get going." He pulled out a strange stick that they could only assume was his wand, flicked it once, at all of their things were in front of them. He then moved towards the first place, beckoning them to follow him. "We will not waste time at a silly muggle airport. We are going to travel by floo. Don't worry about the green flames, they will not harm you. I will take you to the Leaky Cauldron, and then I will deposit your things soon after. Are you ready?" Those words screamed in Zavy's ears. Was this the beginning of her dream? Albus took some powder it looked like out of his pocket. The two children held on to him for dear life. "Diagon Alley!" he bellowed and they were engulfled in harmless green flames, only to re emerge in a completely different fire place. Of course, the actual effect of how they got there was something Zavy didn't care to repeat.

Zavy and Brenden looked around curiously. There were many normal looking people sitting at tables, and many that dressed like her god father. There were cats walking about, and owls flying along the ceilings. Nobody paid the two of them any mind, as they continued to look about the pub. Everybody had an accent. They should have known that, but hearing it really made a difference. Zavy saw a family with red hair sitting at one of the big tables. She observed them closely, seeing that they were dressed in robes and watching as things came flying across. There was the parents, two older looking boys, one about mid age, twins, a younger brother and just one little sister. Other twins always peaked Zavy's interest, not seeing many of them around. The one on the left particularly caught her eye. Any one would say that they looked the same, but they were in fact quite different. It was as if she could see into their soul. She jumped when she saw his eyes on her, but she did not look away. He smiled at her, and she couldn't help but smile back. She had a strange feeling that she should go over and meet this boy. Her attention was drawn away by her god father pulling gently at her arm.

"Alright Tom," greeted Ablus, stepping up to the bar with the kids.

"Albus! So good to see you. And these are the children I presume?"

Albus nodded, "I have paid him in full for your lodgings. He will provide you with food and some instruction on how things work around here. I trust you won't be too much trouble?" They both nodded in acknowledgement, to astounded at everything to do something else.

"Oh Albus, let's not forget our youth and take back all the mischief," said Tom, winking at Zavy. She giggled, liking this old bartender already.

"No problems at all Tom?" The bar man shook his head. "Well then, you two, I'll show you to your rooms."

"Professor Dumbledore!" he was called. Zavy looked to see the family of red headed witches and wizards approaching her, her brother and her god father.

"Alright Arthur?" said Dumbledore kindly.

"Didn't expect to see you here."

"Just passing through, late Hogwarts business."

"We were really happy to know that our boys were coming to school as well. But I must warn you, they like to start trouble first chance they get," said the wife, Zavy could only refer to as Mrs. Weasley. Zavy of course, couldn't tell which boys she meant as she appeared to have six of them, but then she caught mischievious grins coming from the twins.

"I am sure it is nothing we cannot handle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be getting these children to bed," said Dumbledore. He didn't give the Weasley's much time to answer before turning away. Evidently, he didn't want many people to know who he was taking care of.

Up the creaky stairs they followed their god father. Zavy loved the architecture, wondering why Canada didn't have such old style buildings anymore. It seemed that this wizarding world thrived on it, as if they refused the modern age. She was happy with that though, not knowing what she could miss about human life. Her room was a fair size, with a decent bed and she saw that her things were already there, putting themselves away. She smiled, the amazement really shining in her now warm red eyes. She turned, looking at her god father. He had disappeared, probably showing Brenden his lodgings. She turned back to her room, seeing now the pictures on her desk were moving. How magnificent. She wondered why they had never done that before. She liked it much better that way, enjoying how different this world was. But why had she never seen it before? It was hiding just under her nose.

"All set then?" her god father asked, startling her at her door.

"Yes," she replied, turning to face him.

"Zahava, one hopes that you are not too upset at being taken from your home?"

"I was at first, but I never knew this world could be so wonderful."

"I'm happy. Do try to keep your need to wander at a minimal. Tom and I are too old to be chasing after young witches anymore."

"What about Brenden?" but she laughed at that, knowing that she was indeed the trouble maker. She felt like herself again, being here, not so dead inside. The youth was restored, and her god father was happy to see it. He just disappeared after that, with a loud cracking sound. Zavy was too happy to even ponder that right now. She went to look out of her window, having a view of the wizard side of London, Diagon Alley. It was getting late, however. All the stores were packing up for the night. She couldn't wait to have a look on her own in the morning. But she wasn't tired, and that bothered her. How many hours ahead were they? Oh well, perhaps now she would go and try to meet that boy that was with his family. She walked cautiously down the stairs, but was sad to see that the family had vacated. She sighed, looking around the bar for anything else.

"A bit late to go wandering now my dear," said Tom.

Zavy smiled, "Albus warned you?" she loved hearing accents.

"Yes he did. Now, can I get you anything? Are you hungry at all?"

"No, thirsty though."

"What would you like?"

"Um..."

"How about a nice glass of pumpkin juice?"

"Ew, what?"

Tom laughed, "I know. A butterbeer, that'll make a good introduction to our strange world of drinks." She smiled, thinking that a butterbeer was probably something like a rootbeer from back home. She took the bottle, thanking him. "Run upstairs, love, and drink it there. Closing time soon." She nodded at him, going back to her room. Her first drink of the butterbeer was quite delicious, and she wished they had such things when she was growing up. After she had finished it, she felt tired, and decided it would be a good time to go to bed. She couldn't wait to go exploring in the morning.

You will see him when the timing is right.

You will be destined for greatness.

He will bear the unbearable with you.

There will be no escape.

Are you ready?

Zavy awoke, looking around. She couldn't understand why this dream still startled her, knowing that it came to her every night. But it was the last thing on her mind once she observed her surroundings. She smiled, remembering that today she was going shopping for school. It had been three years since she first moved here, into the Leaky Cauldron. She had watched as children her age and about were getting ready, getting back or visiting from her god fathers school. In a couple of weeks, she would be ready. Her parents had left her a nice hefty sum of money, as well as their god father, who saved it for when they were of age. Her letter from Hogwarts had arrived the day before, from an owl service that she had gotten used to over the years. It listed everything she would need. She had the books from previous years, making sure she was caught up with the rest of the students. On top of that, her powers manifested much differently than an ordinary witch or wizard. Her god father had been teaching her and her brother how to properly exhibit and distribute their sorcery.

But all of that was going to be put to the test, when she would enter the doors of her new school. She was excited to be released back into civilization, hating that she was harboured inside most of the time. She was disturbed by a knock at her door. It opened and her brother was standing there with her god father. She smiled at them, running into the bathroom quickly. Fourteen, she was fourteen, and finally ready for school. And not just any school, one filled with magic and wonder. How curious she was about other children with similar skills to her own. It wasn't as if she hadn't been to school before. Her and her brother had attended a muggle school until they moved to here, to England. But now was not the time to reminisce, now was the time to start her new adventure.

She approached from the bathroom in simple muggle clothes, not caring for the traditional robes that were worn by the wizard folk in Diagon Alley. She walked around like this quite frequently, and wouldn't stand out too badly, knowing that other muggle born students would be shopping as well. At first, she was unsure about her money, having only Canadian dollars to start with. She switched them for British pounds, but then had to convert those over to Wizarding money. Life sure was complicated, what was so wrong with keeping the same currency? It didn't matter. She had enough galleons, sickles and knuts to go around. Her god father hadn't let them into their vault, but insisted that the money be saved until he passed. She didn't like the sounds of that, but what choice did she have?

She walked outside the door of her room and locked it, meeting her brother and her god father downstairs. They left the usual way, her god father tapping his wand on the door. They both knew how to do this, but they didn't need a wand for it. It was actually their first lesson. They had to command the door to open for them by focusing they will on it. Saying the word "open" let their power go, and then the door opened for them. But they'd done it so often that it didn't matter who opened it. Zavy smiled as they entered the wizard world, seeing young wizards and witches shopping for school supplies. They first went to get their robes fitted, to the book store, and to get potion supplies. There was no need to get a wand, since their type of magic didn't require it. They toured the pet store, but they didn't buy anything there. Although Zavy would love to have a pet, she knew that it wouldn't be a good idea living at The Leaky Cauldron.

"Alright children, there's just one more thing to do, and we'll have to go to your rooms for that," their god father told them. They nodded, walking back to the Inn. Zavy waited patiently for her god father to be ready while she looked through all of her supplies. She couldn't wait to go to school, how exciting it would be. Finally, she heard a knock at her door. Instead of getting up, she told it to open, allowing her brother and her god father to step in. She looked curiously as he was holding an old hat. "This is the sorting hat. It will tell me which houses you two will be placed in this year. Since you're not starting as first years, you won't be apart of the sorting ceremony, and I'd rather not have you both stick out that way. Now, let's begin."