Hello Readers! This is Erin, one of the authors here. All I really have to say is that this is my first story, so please don't be mean and rude to me, also, how could I own the Harry Potter series if this is my first real story? jeez, come on... even Sarah would laugh. ANYWHO Onward my dear dear readers!

FYI : (Just to be clear) I do not own the Harry Potter series, only Alison, her parents, and a couple others.

Chapter one: Received, and answered.

Alison's POV

Tap, tap, tap. Alison's head jerked towards the noise, only to see an owl behind her closed window. She eyed the thing warily, wondering how an owl had gotten to her window. Out of any place it could've bothered, it decided to bother her. She got up slowly, and thought about the choices she had.

She could leave it. It obviously wouldn't stay; the bird was too stupid to. It would probably leave and go to someone who cared about it. Although who was stupid enough to, she had no idea. Only an idiot would. She thought.

Another option was open the window, and take that string off of its thin leg, and get that strange envelope off it- envelope? She peered closely, and was shocked to find an envelope on it. It was surprising, wasn't it pigeons used to send messages? And who even did that anymore. It's called phones and email, stupid. She insulted the obviously olden age person in her mind.

Although she was normally cool and collected, she was rather curious about the envelope, with the green writing on it. So she cautiously approached the window. When she undid the hinge keeping it closed, the owl seemed to glare at her, before it took a tiny leap, and glided to a stop on her bedpost, using it as its perch.

Alison reached forward, showing no fear, and glared at the bird as she took the envelope away from the nocturnal animal. She read the front, and was shocked at what she saw.

To Miss Alison Phew.

2875 Burdock rd.

Second story, fifth room on the right.

She froze, and stared. This had to be a joke, how could someone know that, unless they were, god forbid, a stalker. But that was the only explanation for it. She must show father, she thought, before freezing. Maybe I'll only tell mother. She thought quietly, knowing how her father might react, anyways, he was away on business.

She walked gallantly down her parents' house, if it could be called that, it was more of a mansion then anything. She stopped a maid who was polishing one of the many mirrors in the house, and demanded with a higher than thou, authoritive voice. "Tell me where my mother is." Yes, she was bossy, but what did you expect? A soft employer, means soft servants. And that was a no can do.

The maid stuttered, yes stuttered, her reply. "Sh-she's in th-the ga-garden. Mistress P-Phew!" She glared at the maid, before giving a sneer, and turning on one foot to walk the other way, past the dining room, and the ballroom. She finally arrived at the Patio that led to the garden. She silently opened the door, and sauntered out.

She froze when she saw her mother though. She was standing by the pond, head back, smiling at the moon. Her brown hair glittering, and her sharp cheek bones seeming to shine, and her perfect medium sized lips tilted, until they opened and her voice came out, "My daughter should be getting her letter soon, it's obvious that she has the ability, and the talent, but I wonder how my husband will react when he learns that she might not be put into his house, but mine…." Alison took a step forward, and looked at her mother. "Mother, I have a urgent question that needs to be answered." She turned, a tilt to her brows, and gazed at Alison. Her blue eyes landed on the envelope, and widened. "Is that…." Alison gracefully rose an eyebrow, and replied, "I don't know, how about you tell me?"

Mother smiled slowly, and unshed tears seemed to shine in her eyes. "Why that, my darling Alison, is your invitation to Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Alison sat still, processing the information her Mother had given her. She was a witch. A witch. As in, a wand wielding, potion making, flying broomstick, witch. Not only that, but her mother was a witch, and her father, a wizard.

Her mother had informed her of the school she and father went to, and she'd been invited to. Hogwarts, a school divided into four categories. Gryffindor, the house for the brave, and the fearless. Ravenclaw, the house for the smart people, the knowledgeable. Hufflepuff, the house for the kind, and gentle. And Slytherin, the house of the cunning, the tricksters. Known to be powerful, and called dark.

To her though, they had different definitions. Gryffindor, house of the brash, and idiots. Ravenclaw, although her mother's house, it was a house for the bookworms, and know-it-all's. Hufflepuffs, home of the Mary-Sues, and the cowards. While Slytherin, her Father's house, was the house of the smart, sly, and secretive people, powerful. And although there are stereotypes, she still thought it was the best.

Mother had told Alison about the two houses she was most likely to get into. Her mother's house, Ravenclaw, especially seeing as to she had a, helpful problem, with her mind. It worked faster than most, if not all. It was able to process things quicker, able to make things easier, able to dissect a problem in half the time Einstein was able to. But it had its cons. Although it was able to make clear imaginative pictures, sometimes good, but when it was bad, it was like a living nightmare.

Yet, Mother had said she had an even more likely chance to be in Slytherin. She had commented on how she always viewed her choices, and how she was probably the most cunning of all. Her mother had said she was sly as a fox, and able to lie her way out of anything. She was also the one everyone rants to, confides in, and she was able to keep it a secret. Except for the black mail material, which she used freely.

She slowly soaked in all of it, before her eyes narrowed. "Where exactly is this place called Hogwarts?" She asked slowly, staring at her mother through slitted eyes. "It's in the UK, Scotland to be exact." A deep male voice replied from behind her. Her eyes widened, and a smile broke onto her face. She turned in her chair, and gazed at her father. His harvest gold hair that he passed onto his daughter, his sea foam green eyes, shining into his daughters identical ones, his tight lips put into a line, his suit coat, hanging off his lean body, show casing his medium sized muscles. His arms, crossed across his chest, with his back leaning against the wall.

What her father had said sunk in, and she felt her face go blank. In her mind, thoughts winded around. Her parents were thinking of sending her to Scotland? That was in Europe. Wasn't there a school here, in America? Even if it was run down, it'd be better than going to Europe.

Father smirked, his eyes suddenly filled with a mischievous glint. "Don't worry about the distance, we've been wanting to go home for a while now, this house here in America was a safe house, to keep you out of the war." Her eyes flickered between her parents, "War? What war?"

A sigh escaped her mother. "Sit Down Alphonse, you need to help me explain to our daughter." Father smiled at Mother, love in his gaze, "Of course, Maria."

Lucius POV

Lucius Malfoy was sitting down, enjoying his tea with his wife, Narcissa, and his son, Draco, when there was a caw, a sound of a bird only one family would ever own. His eyes met his wives, and they stood in a flurry, and turned to the door. Their son followed, curiosity pouring off him.

He started to walk even faster when he heard another caw, and went to the entrance hall. He stopped so suddenly, that both his wife and son skidded into each other. There, standing before them, was a man. His harvest gold hair shining in the sunlight reflected off the windows. He turned to Lucius, a hawk on his arm, and started talking.

"Well, long time no see, right Lucius? We were really good friends, you me and Severus." The magical projection added, "I rather hope you get this message, we do need to catch up on some things. Did you know, my daughter got accepted into Hogwarts? I heard you had a son, be a shame if he didn't get in, but he is a year older than my daughter." The projection smirked. "I'll be arriving at my old manor on August first, I'm asking you and your family to come by on the ninth for some tea, if that's all right with you?" The projection suddenly wavered. "Good bye, my dear friend, at least consider the invite, and make sure Severus got his too, it would be a shame if he missed it. Well, fare well, and have a good day." The projection disappeared.

Lucius felt his wife brush against his arm, her eyes wide. "Was that really…." Lucius felt a smile slowly creep onto his face. "That it is, that it is." They heard a voice being cleared. And both turned to their son. "If I may Father, Mother, may I ask, who exactly that was?" Lucius raised an eyebrow, and replied. "That was one of my close friends during school, his name was Alphonse. He was a Slytherin, but married a Ravenclaw, who was a half blood." Lucius rolled his eyes. "Although he could've been the strictest of us all, when it came to Maria, he turned to Jelly, and tried to charm his way into her heart. In the end he did, and has an heir." His eyes turned to Draco. "She would be about a year under your age, I'll bet a couple months younger. Her name is Alison. Heard she was a beauty."

"Lucius, are we going to attend? I would love to hear stories of America, and want to know what they replaced house elves with, seeing as to how their illegal to have as servants in America." Lucius replied with a smirk, "Of course, I want to catch up with Alphonse, and I'd love to meet his daughter."

Severus/Snape POV

Severus was in the middle of a meeting with the future members of the order of the phoenix, but that he didn't know as of yet. "I must say that we should wait till there is more clues as to that." He voiced his opinion in the argument, only to get a glare directed at him by Mad-Eye Moody. Moody opened his mouth, when there was suddenly a screech. All wizards beside Severus pointed their wands toward the window, where a hawk was sitting.

"Put down your wands, you idiots." Severus sneered. "Only one idiot would ever use a hawk, and even then, there would be a projection…" His words got cut off by a man fading into existence. He had harvest gold hair, and sea foam green eyes.

"Well, long time no see, right Severus? We were really good friends, you me and Lucius." The magical projection seemed to want to add more, "I rather hope you get this message, we do need to catch up on some things. Did you know, my daughter got accepted into Hogwarts? I heard you still worked there, as potions master, wonder what that does to your hair..." The projection smirked. "I'll be arriving at my old manor on August first, I'm asking you and whoever you want to accompany you to come by on the ninth for some tea, if that's all right with you?" The projection suddenly wavered. "Good bye, my dear friend, and at least consider the invite, and make sure Lucius got his too, it would be a shame if he missed it. Well, fare well, and have a good day." The projection disappeared.

Severus rolled his eyes, but a small smile came onto his face. It was very likely Alphonse had made that, and also used the basic same background words and phrases with Lucius. At least though, he didn't mess up on names, or call him Lucius.

"Are you going to attend?" the voice of Minerva McGonagall asked hurriedly. "Why of course I will." At shocked glances, he added. "You shouldn't worry; Alphonse left for America with his wife before Voldemort could get him to join. Check his arm; it's as clean as the day he was born."

At their still worried expressions, he rolled his eyes, "If you want, Minerva, I could invite you." He said with a raised eyebrow. Minerva seemed startled and blinked hurriedly. "That would be improper, seeing as to how we're co-workers." She seemed to be set on the idea. "It was only a suggestion, although the invite is clear that I should have someone accompany me." He got a thoughtful look, "perhaps I'll invite…."

Well uh... that's Chapter one, just a small introduction... anyway, heres a preview for next Chapter,

Alison could barely hold in her shock at the sight that greeted her. She was staring at a huge mansion, no, it was a castle. It was in perfect order. The lawn was neatly trimmed, the trees in the shape of perfect clouds, the castle, not a spot cracked, and the windows shined as brightly as the sun.

Well, yep, until next time!