"This is slightly," The young red-head tilted her in a confused sort of way, "strange."

"Guess you could have had a worse reaction," Said and elderly woman sitting in the biggest chair in the Hapmtons house.

The red-head, who had been sitting on the couch but jumped up as soon as those people who called themselfs her parents gave her the news, was now pacing the front room. "Well, um, I guess I, uh, well, I could go."

"Well then, Jilly, I guess we should get you packed, " The woman got up and straightened you dress.

"Let me get this straight, first," Jilly began, "my parents were murdered, my brother is in England, and I have been brought up by liars."

"Jilly! You know we are not liars!" Her parents screamed in unison and amazment.

"Oh and not telling me I was adopted for 13 of my life is a GREAT way to prove it!" Jilly yelled back then ran off to her room to get her stuff together.

"She will come around," the elderly woman said then followed Jilly.

"Who gave me my name?" Jilly asked the exact second the woman opened the door. "Who gave me my name and what IS your name anyway?"

"I told you my name is Gavia and your mother gave you your name," The woman, whose name appearently really was Gavia, replied.

"Which one?" Jilly said, the tears finally escaping her eyes.

"The one that gave you birth of course." Gavia said opening the girls closest.

Jilly nodded slowly, "What was her name?"

"Those parents of yours downstairs wanted to call Danielle. I made positively sure your name would not be changed." Gavia said noticably avoiding the point.

"But what was her name, and his name at that?" Jilly cantinued to press the question.

"Yes, this dress will be good for dances, hmmm, this ones nice to, oh well might as take all your clothes," Gavia said.

Jilly turned around and opened up a bottom drawer of her desk. She looked in the drawer for a minute then slowly removed a rather thick, black leather book. She smile and said, "This is my diary. I have had it my whole life. It never seems to run out of room," when she turned around her clothers, all of it, in her closet and dresser and everything, was packed.

"Give me that," Gavia said taking the diary and putting it in Jilly's bag. "I gave it to you by the way. When I left you here."

"Oh! Thank you!" Jilly said happly, then questioned, "What are their names, my real parents, and...and what did they do?"

Gavia sighed, " Lily and James and they were, as you are, a witch and a wizard. Now lets go."