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It was late in the morning. In the corner of a small living room, a grey eyed teenage girl with long brown hair was playing with two toddlers, a boy and a girl.

"Isabelle" called a woman who had just came into the room "start packing, we have to go"

"What?!" asked the teenage girl "Where are we going?" the older woman ignored the question and started packing "MUM! Answer me? What is wrong with you? Calm down! You're starting to scare me!"

The older woman sighed "I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to frighten you, but we have to go! Can you start packing Mandy and Alex's things? I promise I'll tell you what is happening latter"

"Okay, I'll go" Isabelle answered.

When she left, her mother grabbed a letter from her pocket and read it again, to make sure she had understood it well:

Mia,

We haven't been in contact for a long time. I hope everything is alright with you.

I'm writing you to inform you that there has been a battle at Hogwarts during which, He-who-must-not-be-named was defeated.

However, there has been a great number of injured people, and are in need the help of classified healers, so I'm asking you to come. You're one of the best, and we do need the best.

There is also another matter that I wish to speak with you.

Hope to see you soon.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY, Headmistress

Finally, after almost 17 years hiding from Voldemort, Mia Davis could leave her exile and come back home. After spending several minutes imagining, she resumed packing.

"I'm done" Isabelle declared right after she dropped two huge suitcases on the floor "Now, explain!"

"All right" Mia gave in "Today I received an owl from an old teacher, and she said … well, why don't you just read it?" she asked passing the letter to her daughter "Meanwhile, I'm going to dress your littler brother and sister, okay?"

When Mia returned to the room with her youngest children holding her hands, Isabelle was simply staring at the letter.

"So, this means we are going to England? To Hogwarts?" Isabelle inquired.

"No, this means we're going home".

Hogwarts is just like mom described, Isabelle thought.

Since she was five years old, Isabelle heard her mother talk about Hogwarts: the lake, the castle, the grounds, … Izzy, like she is usually called, always dreamt of coming to the wonderful school that her mother described in her stories. Although, she couldn't.

"Mummy? Will I go to Hogwarts when I'm eleven?" 9-year-old Izzy asked.

"Honey, that is complicated" Mia had stated "I don't think you can go there…I'm sorry"

"Because of the Bad man?" Izzy inquired.

"Yes, baby." Mia answered sadly "But I promise you Izzy. If someday he is defeated, I'll take you there, to Hogwarts. And you will study there and make wonderful friends …like I did. Okay?"

Izzy smiled a little and nodded.

This promise had been made almost seven years earlier.

When she was eleven, Izzy was sent to Salem, a wizards school in the United States. She didn't like Salem for several reasons. The first was the fact that it wasn't Hogwarts. Isabelle always avoided to get too attached to the school, she hoped that someday would go to Hogwarts, so she didn't want to leave friends behind.

"You're keeping the promise, aren't you?" Isabelle asked her mother "He's gone. You're transferring me to Hogwarts."

"Have I ever broke a promise?" Mia questioned he oldest daughter, who answered with a smile.

Her dreams were finally coming true.