Author's Note- Heya folks. I'm having some writers block with myother fan fic, so I've decided to try at another story. I'm sorry for the use of thename,'Serena' again. Please noteit is not the same person as in my Yugioh fic. I just have no creativity when it comes to names. I'm open for suggestions though. Feel free to post suggestions in reviews, so please review! -Lady Foxgloves

Prologue

"Serena!" A tall, stern woman came up the stairs to the 4th floor of the orphanage, followed by an old man with half moon spectacles. An 11-year-old girl sat by the window, holding up a letter in the fading light. She set the letter down and stood up as they entered the room.

Serena had dark brown hair that reached down a few inches below her shoulders. She smoothed out her plaid skirt and watched the old man with her light brown eyes. He was peculiar, with long white hair and a beard to match and his clothes consisted of a long robe, dark blue in color.

"Serena, this man is here to see you. He's from a special boarding school of some sort. His name is, I'm sorry sir, how do you say it?" The woman looked to him and he smiled, "Dumbledore," he turned to Serena and held out a hand, "Professor Dumbledore, I believe you got a letter?"

Serena took his hand and shook it, "Yes Professor." She could see her caretaker behind him looking puzzled, which gave Serena some satisfaction that there was something that that woman didn't know.

Dumbledore turned back to the woman, "If you'll excuse us. Serena and I need to talk about her…" he chose his words carefully, "current position, for the school" The woman backed away and managed to mutter, "Of course" before she shut the door.

Dumbledore sat down in a chair and Serena sat on the edge of her bed. An orange and white cat rubbed up against her legs and began purring. Serena broke the silence, "So the school is real then. Hogwarts…"

"Of course. Normally one of the teachers would come to help young students who live with muggle folk, but you are a different matter." Dumbledore waved his wand and a letter appeared. "Now, you will need these things for your classes. And I will send someone to help you with the shopping at Diagon Alley."

"Diagon Alley?"

"Yes, it's where all wizards and witches do their shopping."

"But, I don't have any money."

"That's why I'm here. You see, your father had a bank account at the Gringotts Bank. So you, as his daughter, are entitled to any money in it. Are you still in contact with him?"

"You know about my father?"

"Yes, as matter of fact, I taught him at one point or another."

"I don't get letters so often. But I get them occasionally."

"Which is understandable, given where he is. But there is something you need to understand. When you go to Hogwarts, the other students must not know who he is. Your last name shall be purely coincidental. I'm afraid you will have to go with the story that both your parents are deceased. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. School starts on September 1st and I will send someone for you on August 31st. They'll have your bank account information as well. Just be ready by then. Here is your letter, it also has your shopping list. " Dumbledore stood up and handed the letter to her, "I'll inform Mrs. Barnabe, but she does not know that you are a witch, and nor should other muggles know." Dumbledore turned to leave, but Serena stopped him.

"Wait, can I take Frasier with me?"

Dumbledore looked around and could hear the meow of the orange and white cat at her feet. His eyes twinkled and he smiled, "Of course, all Hogwarts students have the option of taking a cat, frog, or owl with them to school. Have a good day Miss Black."

He left without another word. Serena sat on the edge of her bed clutching her letter and Frasier was purring on the floor. She looked at the calendar on the wall; it read August 21st. "I have ten days." She gave Frasier a pat on the head, and read the letter one last time. She folded it up and put in the dresser drawer beside her bed.

She picked up the other letter she had been reading earlier, a letter from her father. "I'll get out of here yet, dad. Just you wait and see." She got a pen from her dresser drawer a quickly wrote a few words. She went to Frasier who seemed to be waiting near the window. She slipped the note into his collar and he jumped up to the window ledge, "Be safe now," she breathed. And he was gone to give the letter to her dad's friend that lived across the street.

She turned around and looked at her calendar again, "Hogwarts…" and she smiled.