A/N: Okay, after being a major HP fan for eleven years, I am trying my hand at a fanfic. The only big changes I've made are I've updated events to the 2000's and of course, Harry and Ginny broke up. I hope you all like it!

Prologue: Secrets

"I'm sick of all the insincere, so I'm going to give all my secrets away" –One Republic

Rebecca Brooks exhaled an inward sigh of relief as she finished ascending the seven flights of stairs required to reach her flat. All of London, and the perfect flat had to be located in the building that didn't have an elevator.

Not for much longer, she thought to herself and smiled. Next week Becca would be moving in with her boyfriend, Harry Potter. It was a big step, one that not everyone approved of, but Rebecca knew it was a step in the right direction. Harry was kind, sensitive, handsome, funny, and British, everything on Becca's 'ideal boyfriend' checklist. Maybe 'boyfriend' won't be the term to describe Harry for much longer either, she secretly hoped.

Becca closed the short distance between the edge of the stairs and her door, and she opened it to find Harry standing in her small and nearly empty living room.

"Hey sweetie! Funny you're here, I was just about to take some more boxes over to your place," she greeted her boyfriend casually in her warm American accent.

"About that," Harry began, solemn and uncertain. "Becca, there's something I need to tell you before you move in with me."

Becca's heart dropped. "Okay," she cautiously responded, setting down her purse and removing her jacket. She instantly thought of the worst. Was he breaking up with her? How could he break up with after she moved over half of her stuff into his place already? This all seemed out of character for Harry.

Harry noted her distressed expression and added, "Don't worry, it's not bad," in an attempt to calm her nerves.

"Not bad?" Becca echoed as she made her way over to the couch (one of the only pieces of furniture left in her flat that wasn't in storage or at Harry's). She immediately mentally ran through what that could mean. Did he have a secret love child from another relationship? Did he have an unhealthy obsession with something nerdy like World of Warcraft? Oh God, what if he was he bisexual?

"I promise," he told her, sitting next to Becca on her couch and taking her hand. "But it wouldn't be right for us to live together if you didn't know."

"Okay," Becca responded again, her tone still guarded as she braced herself for whatever would come out of Harry's mouth in the next minute. "What is it?"

After a long pause, Harry finally seemed to work up the courage to tell her. "Well, Rebecca…I'm a wizard."

"What?" she asked him almost reflexively as she removed her hand from his. A wizard? Oh my God, Becca realized, I've been dating a closet psychopath for the last nine months. She chided herself; she should have known Harry would have some sort of tragic flaw, she always knew he was too good to be true. She'd prepared herself for a vast variety of answers, but never in a million years did she think that Harry was going to tell her he thought he was a 'wizard'.

"I know it sounds crazy..." he started to try to explain.

"Like Gandalf from The Lord of the Rings wizard?"

"No, not really. Becca if you would just let—"

"So what you're saying is that you have magical powers." Becca remarked, attempting to make sense of it all.

"Yes." He replied.

"What?" Becca repeated almost angrily. This was not happening. How could her normal, stable, ordinary boyfriend be telling her something so ridiculous?

"Becca, I know this is a lot to take in," he offered endeavoring to be sympathetic.

"I just don't understand," she replied. Everything about her: voice, face, movements, reflected her bewilderment.

"Would it help if I showed you something?"

Becca's eyes widened. Oh my God, he was actually going to try to do magic. She suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed for him and herself. So this is how it was going to end, she thought. Harry Potter tried to tell me he was a wizard and I had to call the cops and have him committed. It really sucked that the love of her life turned out to be a weirdo.

"Um, Harry I don't know if you should. Maybe you should go and we'll talk about this on the phone tomorrow because I don't—"

But Becca was silenced when every object in the living room, apart from the two of them, was suspended into the air. Floating. Becca's jaw dropped and she crossed the room over to a pile of boxes that were hovering four feet off the ground. She looked up at the ceiling. No strings. She looked down at the ground. No fans. She warily reached a finger out and poked one of the boxes labeled "PICTURE FRAMES." It moved slightly in reaction to her touch, but quickly returned to its original position. She turned back to look at him, still silent and flabbergasted.

"Told you." He smirked yet his smile quickly disappeared when he studied Becca's face. There was awe and wonder there, but fear and anxiety in her features as well. "Becca, are you alright?"

Becca Brooks had never fainted before. Blood never made her queasy, and heights didn't freak her out too much either, in fact, she thought fainting was something actresses did for dramatic effect. But for the first time in her life, Becca feared that her knees were going to buckle and she would hit the ground.

The boxes, lamp, and couch slowly and gently rested on the floor again. Becca still hadn't said anything. Harry went to her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It was stupid."

"Harry, what does this mean? Why are you telling me this?" she inquired, her voice breaking as she tried to keep the tears from spilling over the brim of her eyes. She didn't even know entirely why they were there in the first place, but she was too overwhelmed to care.

"Becca, I can't say this isn't going to change anything for us, but this definitely doesn't change the way I feel about you. Not at all. I love you, Rebecca Brooks. I wanted to tell you sooner, but it's illegal for nonmagical people to know about the world I live in. But now I know that you're the one for me Becca, I want you to be part of my world. And I hope you want to be part of my world too."

"I'm the one?" Becca asked him, finally snapping out of the stupor his confession had put her in. When he said those words it all clicked. It didn't matter what he was, wizard, goblin, elf…whatever. He loved her and she loved him. They could make everything else work.

"Yes. But if this is going to be too much for you, I'll leave. I'll understand," Harry told her.

"No!" Becca exclaimed, her arms shot out to grab onto his, afraid he might disappear right before her eyes. "No, Harry. I want it. I love you too, Harry and I…I want to be part of your world. Make it our world."

"Good. Because I really didn't want to have to erase your memory," he chuckled, moving closing and pulling her into an embrace.

"Oh my God, you can do that?" Becca questioned astounded.

"Yes, but thankfully now I don't have to," he assured her.

"Promise?" She asked still a bit careful.

"Promise," he guaranteed her, sealing his pledge with a kiss.

A/N: You like? Let me know! Reviews light a fire under my butt to bang out the next chapter, which will be up in the next day or two. The quote in the beginning, if you don't already know, is from the song Secrets by One Republic (.com/watch?v=qHm9MG9xw1o)