Okay, I know what you're thinking. 'Oh great an OC story. This will be a Sue.' Well I'll try really hard so it won't be. But it's not entirely Ocs there will be canons and cameos. Also, this is AU as it doesn't include DH. Sorry, I haven't read it all so I've decided not to add it.
Erm, yes, also some events haven't occured here as it had in the books-mostly DH. So deaths and pairings will be different as will my take on it. And...lost most people there. x.o; Just a fair warning. If none of that has detered you, than keep on reading I hope it'll be good enough.

Review please.

On the morning of her birthday-July 14th- Bethany Gale rolls out of her bed with a smile. The young dark haired girl could barely contain her enthusiasm as she heads towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. She had been waiting a long time for this, mostly because her mom and dad said she got to pick the secondary school she could attend after primary. At eleven years old this day, she couldn't wait to see the selections.

Now, this is unusual as it were, as most children never seem to have such a choice but Bethany's parents had nurtured the adventurous and love of learning in her. That and they ultimately held the final verdict on whether she went or not.

Brushing her teeth she considered all the applications her parents had. Though she knew she wouldn't be able to see them all until her mom came back from work. Until then, it would be her dad and herself for most of the day with visits from her friends Charles and Emily.

"Beth, are you up?" the baritone sound of her father's voice called up the stairs. "Breakfast is ready."

"Coming!" She finishes up and hurries downstairs through their well maintained living room and into the cozy kitchen.

He had made her favorite waffles, blueberries, as well as some sausages, american biscuits, and bacon. Grinning, the little girl seated herself at the breakfast table already piling her plate with her favorite food and covering them all in syrup.

"I see you're hungry." Terrance Gale says setting a glass of orange juice on the table and then settles himself across from her with his own plate and coffee.

She only nods, "Hm-hm. It's really good." To avoid inhaling her food-as her mom would often get on to her about- she pauses every now and then between bites. "Is Charles and Emily coming over?" Dark brown eyes glances up at him curiously, "I was hoping we can go to the movies or even to the fair. I saw the flyer about it on a post."

Callous brown hand picked up the coffee mug and he took a sip to hide his amusement. "I don't know sweetheart. I believe we could fit that in to your schedule."

Happily humming at the reply-as she knew that meant a definite yes- she glances over out the window and frowns. "Daddy, why's there an owl outside?"

"An owl?"Terrance had to look as well, "I have no idea. Owls don't usually come out during the day."

Curiosity pulled at her as she got up from her seat and moved to the kitchen window to open it. As soon as she did the owl swoops into the kitchen causing her father to yell in surprise and her to jump back equally astonished that such a supposed wild creature did that.

"Beth, get over here behind me and move slowly." Terrance said quietly trying not to startle the animal into doing anything that might hurt his daughter.

However, Bethany was oddly transfixed by the fact that the owl had something in it's mouth. It dropped it on the table and hooted as if somewhat insulted by what they were doing. If Bethany hadn't known any better, she would've said the owl was giving them a look of 'stop being stupid.'

But that was just her. She wasn't really sure, however as she moves over towards the table ignoring her father's warning and calls, the owl swooped right back out the window with an indignant 'hoot'.

Terrance walks over towards the window and closes it as quickly as he could. He couldn't rightly believe that an owl just flew in his kitchen and left just like that. Straightening out his blue polo shirt and sighing, he didn't think his wife would believe him when she comes home tonight.

Heck, he wouldn't believe it himself. However, as he turns towards his daughter he noticed a strange looking letter in her hands. "Beth, honey, what is that?"

"It's for me." She says turning it over. "See? It says to Bethany A. Gale, kitchen table, Whitherspoon Drive." Well there was a bit more but that's the most she managed before looking over at him, "Look there's a picture of animals too. Do you think it's a birthday card?"

This by far, in Terrance's mind, was the strangest thing he'd ever heard since the day his wife had taken one of Beth's toys from her and somehow she had gotten it back.

"Open it." Well there wasn't much he could add to that.

"Dear Ms. Bethany Gale..." She read it slowly and seemed to be disbelieving but also feeling quite happy as she read it out loud to her father.

"You've got to be kidding." He mutters softly to himself. His daughter got an acceptance letter from something called 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?' Was this some cruel joke? And who was this McGonagall person?

Bethany glances up at him excitedly, "Daddy is this real? I really want to go it sounds like fun!"

"Um..dear, Hogwarts-" However he was interrupted by the doorbell. Sighing softly he wondered if it was Beth's friends as he made his way through the kitchen and living room to the front door, "Yes may I help you?"

A strange man stood at the door wearing an odd assortment of clothes. If Terrance hadn't noted the wrinkle on the corners of his eyes, he would've assumed this man was a teenager of sorts.

"Is this the Gale residence?" The dark haired man asked wearing what looked to be a bright yellow shirt with acid green pants and some truly odd buckled shoes. The young man's eyes-a shade of blue- seemed nervous as he glances up at him.

"Yes it is.." he said slowly, "why would you like to know?"

"Oh good." The man extended his hand, "I'm Professor Patrick Goldstink. I'm one of the teachers from Hogwarts that's here to explain things to you and your daughter." He seemed a little uncertain, "She did receive a letter didn't she?"

Terrance was speechless just blanking staring at the shorter man. "Are you serious?"

Patrick blinks, "Um yes sir, very much am. Now if you'd let me in I'd explain everything to you and your family."

"Daddy who is it?" Bethany tries to peek around her father to see who it was,"You're bright." She blinks slightly though she couldn't say much herself since she was wearing a yellow Scooby-Doo shirt and pink jeans.

Though it would seem that this was lost on Patrick, "Thank you." He smiles.

Eventually, Terreance found himself seated in the living room with this man and his daughter listening. This had to be some sort of joke. The owl could've been just trained couldn't it?

However seeing Patrick transform his coffee table into a cat gave him something to believe in.

During the course of the conversation, Terrance asked many questions, though his daughter had input of her own. She had pouted at the fact that she couldn't tell her friends that she was a witch-stupid laws-and that underage magic outside of school was also forbidden made her sink lower in on couch. What good was magic if you couldn't use it? She huffs mentally. It would be a long wait to September the first.

Why did her birthday have to be in July?

It had taken a while, but Terrance had been able to tell his wife about the news. Surprisingly she took the existence of witches and wizards really well. "Actually," Deborah Gale took out the earrings from her ears setting them on the vanity before turning to look at him, "it helps matters. You see dear, I've actually been working with witches and wizards for many years now."

His eyes widen slightly, "And now you're just telling me this? Are you one?"

"Well, what would you have done if I came home and stated,'Honey, I'm home, you won't believe what happened at work! Marely turned someone into a chicken-literally!'" Brows rose in faint amusement she shook her head, "No, I'm not. Beth would be the first witch in our family in generations."

Terrance sighs in defeat. Somehow, he just couldn't win.