Hi we are the authors and we'd like to say a few words.

Lone: Hi i'm the author currently writing 'Only One' and "What is This Feeling' fanfics...

Stranger: and I'm the one whos writing 'Matrix: Resurrection'

Lone: We'll be known like this instead of using our names

Stranger: for privacy rights

Lone: So I'm Looney! (no really)

Stranger: -rolls eyes- And I'm Stranger (than anyone you've ever met)

Lone: Okiee dokiee! Here's the disclaimer!

Stranger: Lone...

Lone: Stranger

Stranger: What? Oh, yeah. Doesn't own anything!

Lone: Except for the plot and Winnie!

Stranger: Who's Winnie?

Lone: The Character! Duh! Zalika Guinevere Elrond (reader, thats your name!)

Stranger: But I thought her nickname is Zally.

Lone: It IS. The name Winnie is the thing we discussed for later chapters.

Stranger: -whines- But that's Later. Reader, for now the name is Zally

Lone: Oh and read the authors' note at the end. Its vital.

Stranger: On with the story!

Welcome to Hogwarts

Chapter One

A cool breeze ruffled the leaves of trees that lined the street otherwise known as Privet Drive. Although this is where Zalika's current residence was located, she hadn't quite been able to call it home yet. She sat in her front yard on a tacky statue of a little gnome that was included with the house. Her light brown hair waved in the wind, settling every so often so that it framed her face and almond brown eyes. She was about average height for her age of fifteen, roughly 5'7. She wore a loose fitting blue t-shirt, which read "Witches DO Exist" to non-muggles. She also wore tight jeans and a pair of navy blue flip-flops.

Sighing, she looked up at the stars. It was remarkable to her that the stars in England were different than the ones she saw at home in Egypt. She stopped herself. THIS was her home now. The recent move was made because of her parents.

Her mother was a Dunedain (blessed with looong life), and a descendent of Queen Nefertiti (although through a cousin's cousin). She was in her mid forties, but still was quite nimble, showing Zally all of her moves in the art of pole fighting (or staff fighting).

Her father was an Elf from Rivendell. His age was unknown yet his looks suggested otherwise. He had long silvery hair going to his shoulders and tied back in the fashionly Elven manner, his face gave the impression that he was roughly 48 years of age.

The recent move was upsetting for Zally, although she had moved much in her past. She was born in Rivendell, home of the elves, but when she was 5, she moved to France so her parents could teach at Beauxbaton Academy, for you see her mother was also a Witch. She taught Potions, while her husband taught the Elven style of Divination.

When she turned 8, her parents moved back to Rivendell to help her develop her Elven powers and skills. That is where she developed her knowledge of potions. At age 11 she moved to Egypt, so her mother could be close to her family. But instead of attending Wizarding school there, she was taught by her parents.

They were happy there, but the recent move was mainly her father's….fault. The minister of magic in England made a new decree, that all species of non-human mythical creatures needed to remain in the land that the species was originated. For elves, this meant England. Her father had no choice to go, and neither did she, since she was half-Elven herself. They found a spur of the moment sell on Privet drive, and it was lucky. Some other people they knew were forced to live in cramped apartment buildings.

She had been home schooled in the art of witchcraft by her parents, instead of attending the Ra University of Sorcery and Mage craft in Cairo. Now that she was in England, she had the option of going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was excited, and so were her parents, for they loved the wise Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.


Stranger: Okay! now we (-cough- the geniuses -cough-)had a little arguement about this so which ever way you want the story to be written, put the number of the option at the top of your review.

Lone: Or just put the number as your review! If we don't get enough reviews we'll discontinue the story. mwuahaha!

Stranger: NUUUUUUUUUUU! Don't let that happen!

Option 1: I walked down the hallway...

Option 2: You walked down the hallway...

Option 3: Zally walked down the hallway...

Lone: Type the number of whichever option you want to read the story in! Remember, every review counts!

Stranger: That's 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person for those of you who care!

Lone: No one cares...

Stranger: I care...I count, right?...Right?