Alright, hello all! Recently I have become obsessed with the whole Fosters in the Harry Potter universe thing, so this is happening and you're all going to deal with it. The title actually refers to quite a few relationships and friendships in this story, as this will be focused around all The Fosters characters, but of course, mostly Jonnor. This chapter is basically a backstory chapter, and the next will be getting into the good stuff. This will be about the years at Hogwarts, starting with Jude and Connor's first year after this and then it'll be a slow progression. FYI, this is set in England, and I will probably butcher everything about the British because I am painfully American. Let's get into it!

Where It All Began

CRASH! "Crap."

Jude peeked around the corner of the living room, furrowing his eyebrows. He saw his father standing beside the end table beside the table, his mother's favorite vase broken at his feet. He watched, tilting his head as Donald glanced over his shoulder, then pulled a long thin stick from the inside pocket of his jacket. It looked similar to the wand he had seen in one of the old Halloween movies Callie liked to watch.

"Reparo," Donald whispered, waving the stick. Jude's eyes went wide as he watched the vase repair itself in mid-air as it landed back on the table, wobbling to a halt. His mouth dropped open.

"Daddy?" he asked, walking all the way around the corner and into the living room, his hand still on the doorway. Donald's eyes went wide, and he dropped the stick, turning to look at his three year old son.

"Jude!" Donald shouted, scrabbling to grab the stick and shoving it back in his pocket, then smiling stiffly at his son.

"Daddy, what was that stick? How'd that vase fly and fix itself?" Jude asked, tilting his head as he walked further into the room. Donald ran a hand through his hair, breathing out heavily and closing his eyes. He opened them again, then bent down to Jude's height as his son came to a stop a few inches in front of him.

"It-it was magic, son," Donald explained, sighing.

"Magic? You mean like in those movies Callie is always watching around Halloween?" Jude asked, looking at his father with a slight pout to show his confusion.

"Yeah, yeah. Exactly like that," Donald answered with a sigh.

A wide grin spread across the child's face. "Cool! Can I do it?" he asked.

Donald widened his eyes, his neck recoiling slightly as he heard his son's excitement. He laughed softly. "Maybe, bud. Maybe," Donald answered, patting Jude's shoulder.

"Maybe?" Jude asked, furrowing his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah, maybe. You see, I can do magic, but your mother can't. You either can or can't," Donald explained.

"Why can't mommy?" Jude asked.

"Because she wasn't born with it," Donald answered.

"What about Callie? Can she?" Jude inquired.

Donald laughed, smiling. "Yeah, she showed she could a few weeks back. Remember when that cake exploded when she got angry at Avery's birthday party?" Jude nodded. "That was her showing her first sign of magic," Donald explained with a smile. Jude nodded, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips as if in deep thought.

"Why don't you ever do it?" Jude asked, his head cocking to the side again.

"Well, because your mother doesn't really like it," Donald explained. "That's why you can't tell her what you just saw, okay, bud?" Donald told him. Jude frowned. He hated keeping secrets, especially from his mother. "Come on, Jude, please? She'll get mad if she finds out I not only broke her favorite vase, but used magic to fix it," Donald pleaded with his son.

Jude sighed, crossing his arms. "Fine," Jude agreed. He didn't like it.

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Jude should have told her. Maybe if he had told her, they would have fought and canceled their plans for the date. He wouldn't have gotten drunk. She wouldn't be dead. He should have told her!

He had tears in his eyes as he got up from his bed in search of his sister. She was suppose to be helping him pack up his clothes so they could leave with the woman to go to their foster home. He entered her room and froze as he saw Callie sitting in the center of her his room, her hands over her ears, her eyes shut tightly and tears streaming down them. She was crouched in a small ball, crying and screaming as her room destroyed itself around her. Her posters fell from the walls, tearing into pieces, her lava lamp flew across the room and hit the wall, her desk toppled over.

"Callie! Stop!" he shouted, standing rigid in the doorway. Callie dropped her hands from her ears, her eyes flying opened and everything in her room froze, falling back to the ground. Jude looked at her with wide eyes as she stood up, her eyes traveling around her room, looking terrified.

"I... I'm going to go pack your clothes," she whispered, then moved past him seeming to be in a haze. Jude watched her walk by, his eyes wide as he moved further into the room, his eyes scanning the destroyed remains of his sister's bedroom. There were feathers from her pillows scattered about the room. Her glass photo frame was broken and there were old school papers scattered around the room. He turned back toward the door, lifting his eyes as he saw Callie come back in calmly. Her eyes went wide as she saw the room.

"Jude! What did you do?" Callie asked, looking at Jude accusingly. Jude looked at her with wide eyes. She thought he did this?

"Jude, Callie!" the two heard the woman's voice from down the stairs. Callie sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

"Come on, your bag is on your bed, tell her I'll be down in a minute," Callie ordered, walking further into the room. Jude nodded his head slowly, moving around his sister, then racing to his room, his memory of his conversation with Donald flowing through his head.

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Three years later and they were being sent to their next foster home. Since their mother had died, they had been to four different foster homes. The first one had been great, but once Callie had been teased at school for being a foster kid and the bully's sleeve caught on fire suddenly. After that, Jude explained to Callie what Donald had told him only two nights before they had been moved. At first Callie didn't believe him. Then, her powers acted up again, and they were sent away a second time. Finally, she believed him and tried to keep herself under control. In this new foster home, however, their foster father was abusive. She didn't do anything when he hurt her, which was all the time. But, then when he caught Jude wearing one of his ex-wife's dresses and started beating him up. Then, she was outside and the heavy baseball bat outside was crashing against her foster father's car. The man had sent them away, and they had been placed with they Olmsteads.

They had an older foster brother who was about fifteen, Liam was his name, and four months into their run with the family, Callie came running into Jude's room crying and telling him that Liam had touched her against her wishes in the places their mother had always said weren't for anyone else. Jude had tried to comfort her, but he had no idea. Over the next few days, Jude watched Callie flinch whenever Liam came in a room and listened to her cry herself to sleep through the thin wall separating their bedroom.

Finally, a week after the occurrence, when Liam had smirked and reached over Callie to grab the popcorn bowl, his hand brushing her stomach, Jude had had enough. He planned to yell at Liam, at least tell their parents, but instead the soda Liam held in his other hand exploded, spewing soda everywhere. At first, he thought it had been Callie, but a few days after the incident, after seeing Liam come in the kitchen acting like he had won the world, the lamp beside the fridge had burnt out as Jude glared at him. Callie was nowhere in sight. Days later the two were sent away after Jude had exploded in anger at Liam and ended up popping an entire bag of popcorn in his fury.

Unbeknownst to them, their social worker, Bill, had figured out their powers. He was one of the few wizard social workers there were, assigned to help pull magic kids from the foster system and place them with a magic family. And they finally had. When they first arrived at the Adams Foster's household, the two had expected it to be just like every other home they'd been in. They'd be sent away once their magic peeked through. But, when they were sat down in front of the two mothers, Stef and Lena, the two woman held up two thin stick-like objects that reminded Jude of the one he had seen his father hold days before their mother's death.

"Hey! Dad had one of those!" Jude spoke, nudging Callie gently and pointing toward the object. Stef and Lena laughed, looking at each other with smiles.

"I believe he would have," Lena spoke with a smile.

"This is called a wand," Stef explained to the children. Callie's eyes went wide.

"Your witches!" she exclaimed. The two woman laughed and then nodded.

"How'd you know that?" Jude asked.

"Witches and wizards in movies and stuff always have wands. That must have been the thing Dad had," Callie explained.

"Exactly. And, we hear that you two are a little witch and wizard," Lena observed, crossing her arms and putting her wand back in her pocket. Jude shied away, shrugging his shoulders.

"It's okay. We're a family of magic," Stef explained with a soft smile. "Brandon, Mariana, Jesus, get down here!" Stef shouted, turning her head toward the stairs. A moment later their were the sound of three sets of footsteps running down the stairs. The three children jogged into the room, their eyes all wide as they stared up at their mothers.

"Kids, this is Jude and Callie," Lena introduced. And then they got a full backstory. Brandon was son of Stef and Mike, Stef's ex-husband. The two both had magical ability, though Stef had been muggleborn (which they explained was witches and witches born to non-magic people, or muggles), and Brandon had showed signs of magic around the age of five, which was also around the time Stef and Mike got a divorce and Stef and Lena met. After that, Stef and Brandon had moved in with Lena. Soon after, once Brandon was fully comfortable with the house and Lena, they talked with him about Jesus and Mariana coming to live with them. Brandon had agreed and then Jesus and Mariana had moved in. They were, as far as they knew, muggleborn, but of course they had no idea who their father was. They had been taken away from their biological mother at the age of five and put through the system for two years before being placed with the Fosters. The two started to show signs of magic around the age of six. After being placed with the Fosters, they had been loved and adopted a year later. Within the past year, Stef and Lena had gotten married, changing the family name to Adams Foster. Brandon was currently ten, Callie's age, and the twins were eight, soon to be nine.

"You two will be staying with us until Bill can find you a forever family. We are in no position to offer you two a permanent home, but we want you to be as comfortable as possible. Jude, you will be rooming with Jesus, and Callie will be rooming with Mariana," Stef explained. She nodded to each of the twins in turn, who had moved, along with Brandon, to sit on the couch. Jude's eyes wondered to meet Jesus', who smiled stiffly at Jude. Jude turned back to Callie who shrugged and sighed. They were still homeless.

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"If you need anything, just come to my office, okay?" Lena told Jude, walking him down the hall to his year one classroom. Lena is the vice principal of one of the rare all-magic primary schools in England. Anchor Beach, was the name.

"Okay. Thanks, Lena," Jude smiled softly at his foster mother before entering the classroom. He walked toward the teacher's desk and gave her the note that Lena had given him.

"Jude?" she asked, looking up at him from her desk. He nodded tentatively. She smiled. "Welcome to Anchor Beach. My name is Mrs. Beater. Go put your stuff in a cubby, and then take a seat beside Connor," the teacher, gesturing toward a sandy haired boy who was coloring at a desk, an empty one beside him.

Jude nodded and went toward the cubbies, dropping his backpack in an empty one. Jude walked over to the seat, slipping in the chair beside the boy. Jude glanced at him, watching as he focused intently on the picture. Jude turned forward, tapping his fingers against the bed.

"Hi!" Jude looked over at the sandy haired boy as he heard the word squeak out from him. "What's your name?" Connor asked, his head cocked to the side. He reminded Jude a little bit of a puppy. Wide, curious hazel eyes, his bottom lip jutted out just slightly, his head tilted. He had dropped his crayons and the yellow one was rolling back and forth before coming to a stop. The boy had his hands formed in 'O' shapes, his forearms pressed against the desk and his hands lifted slightly.

"Jude," Jude answered, smiling softly.

"That's a weird name," Connor commented, seeming to be talking more to himself than to Jude. Jude frowned, glancing down, but knew the boy wasn't trying to be mean, especially when he spoke next. "I like it! I'm Connor," the boy introduced, grinning and jutting out his right hand like he'd seen his father do whenever meeting someone knew. Jude gently took Connor's hand in his, shaking it ever so slightly before reeling his hand back. "Are you new?" Connor asked.

"Yeah," Jude asked, shrugging.

"Cool," Connor smiled. "Are your parents magical?" Connor questioned. Jude looked down, biting his lip.

"Well, my dad was. Both my foster moms are," Jude added. Connor nodded, not fazed by Jude's mention of foster parents.

"My parents aren't. What are they called? Muddles?" Connor asked, tilting his head. Jude giggled.

"Muggles," he corrected. Connor smiled, nodding.

"Wanna color?" he asked, picking up a blue crayon.

"Sure!" Jude grinned, moving his chair closer to Connor's desk and picking up a red crayon. The two began coloring the picture of the dog and cat again, their hands brushing every now and then.

"Hey, you wanna be friends?" Connor questioned suddenly, leaning forward and tilting his head at Jude.

Jude smiled. "Yeah," he answered. Connor grinned, then the two friends went back to coloring.

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"What's Hogwarts?" Callie asked, leaning over Brandon's shoulder as he tore open the letter. It had been nearly a year since they had been placed with the Adams Fosters and Brandon had just gotten a letter from this "Hogwarts" place. The family was seated around the kitchen table. Callie looked at the tore up letter, her eyes widening as she stared at the sending address.

Mr. B. Adams Foster
Top of the Stairs, First Bedroom to the Right
223 Mary Road
Guildford
Surrey

"How do they know where your bedroom is?" she asked in astonishment. Brandon was too focused on the thick letter he had received.

"Hogwarts is a magic school. They have seven grades that you go to, starting the first September after you turn 11. You get them the day of your 11th birthday. They know where his room is because they keep an eye on all of us," Stef explained, smiling softly at Callie.

"Cool!" she spoke with a grin. "Will I get to go?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Yes, you will. You'll probably get your letter on July 11th," Lena explained with a smile.

"Will I get to go?" Jude asked.

"When you turn 11," Stef answered. Jude nodded, smiling. The chatter around the table consisted, today, mostly of what they would be doing in celebration of Brandon's birthday.

"Alright, guys, in the living room, we need to have a conversation..." Lena started. Mariana covered her mouth, emitting a small squeal. Callie raised her eyebrows at her foster sister, looking around at the other kids. Jude looked as confused as she felt while Brandon and Jesus just smirked at each other.

"Come on!" Stef ushered them out. The kids filed into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Callie placed herself protectively at Jude's side, squeezing his hand. Jude looked at her, worry clear on his face. Was this them being sent away?

"Alright! Now, Callie, Jude, we've already talked to Brandon and the twins about this..." Stef started.

"And we all agree..." Lena added. Here it comes.

"We would like to know how you guys feel about making this a more permanent situation," Stef spoke, a grin spreading across her face.

Jude's eyes went wide and Callie leaned back. "You mean..." Callie started in a whisper.

"Adopting us?" Jude finished.

"If you'll let us," Lena added, her grin matching Stef's. Jude and Callie looked at each other, smiles appearing on their faces.

"And you guys are okay with this?" Callie asked, looking at her foster siblings. The three siblings nodded.

"There's enough to go around," Brandon answered with a smile. Callie turned back toward Jude, squeezing his hand and raising her eyebrows.

"Is that a yes?" Stef asked. Smiles broke out on the siblings' faces.

"Yes!" they chorused, before being enveloped in a family hug.

Alright! The next chapter will be fast forward four years from this last part. Updates will be regularly on Sundays, I just posted it today because I will be away this Sunday. Hope y'all liked it. I appreciate your feedback!

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-HJ