It's a Kind of Magic

Prologue

The girl stared at her mother in disbelief, then excitement lit her face and she gave a whoop of pleasure and danced around madly.

"For real? Sweet! We are sooo gonna rock those stuffy Brits."

"Yes I am quite sure you will. I am going, to add my considerable skill to those of the nurses of St. Mungo's Hospital, and you will be attending the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," her mother laughed. Truth to tell she'd been worried that Kitiara would have made a fuss about moving across the world to England and the danger of the present Dark Lord would pose. However, Tania StarSworn was a mind/spirit healer, a very rare being. Only four were still alive and well in the world. She had to go and help. She watched in pleasure as her daughter danced around the living room; Kitiara, commonly known as Kit, was a pretty girl. Waist length black hair framed a delicate heart-shaped face. Large amber eyes watched the world with amusement and wonder over a pert nose and full lips. Pale skin with a splash of freckles across her nose completed the image. Her daughter wasn't a wand witch, or at least wasn't trained as one, but wasa Wiccan, one who worked with the forces of nature to tip the balance on the side of the light, and had been taught by the local Shamans, John WindSinger, and Miyoko Yatsumika.

"When do we go Mater? I need to say goodbye to John and Miyoko, and make sure I have enough in the way of supplies..."

"We leave two weeks from now. Plenty of time don't you think?"

"Oh yeah. England, brace yourself, cause here we come!" Kit whooped. Then paused and looked at her mother, "But if I attend Hogwarts, I'll be so far behind the other students in my age group, what am I to do?"

"Don't worry Kit; why do you think we're going so early in the summer? You will get caught up in the two months we'll have before the new year starts." Tania smiled as her daughter pouted.

"So I'll have to use the trance state to put four years of academia in mind and in easy access? I so love a challenge," she said wryly, before heading out to find her teachers, John and Miyoko. She hoped they'd be happy for her.

Chapter 1

Two Weeks Later

Kit and her mother walked out of the airport terminal on a Friday morning, looking around. They got a few strange but appreciative looks cast at them. Tania was wearing a white dress with a green dragon embroidered on it that almost seemed to move. It clung to her body and showed that though she had a teenage daughter, she was still desirable. Kit wore a tight silk dress in the oriental style, a gift from her Japanese teacher. It was black and had gold lions and snakes in silver running all over it. Her hair was in a bun with chopsticks holding it in place; She was stunning and knew it. They were supposed to meet one of her new teachers, a professor McGonagal. They looked around and were soon greeted by a middle-aged woman, with a severe expression on her face. She wore a no-nonsense tweed suit, hair in a tight bun, and was very brisk, but kind in her manner.

"Are you the StarSworns?" She asked, in very precise English.

"We are. You are Professor McGonagal I presume?" Tania asked politely. The woman smiled slightly and nodded,

"Yes, I am. Please come with me. I have a Port-key that will bring us to Diagon Alley, were you can get a room for the night, as well as get the things you'll need for the upcoming year." As she spoke, she led them towards a bathroom, with an 'out of order' sign on it. With a quick glance to make sure they weren't being watched, the three quickly ducked inside, baggage and all. The older woman held out a toilet paper roll to them, and after they were assured they had everything and were touching the key, McGonagal tapped it with a wand she pulled out of seemingly thin air, and they went flying.

They landed on the floor of the Leaky Cauldron with a thud. Kit took a second to compose herself and then laughed loud and delightedly,

"I wanna do that again! It's way better than a roller coaster!" Tania looked at her child and shook her head ruefully, as wizards and witches goggled a bit and chuckled at the girls' enthusiasm. McGonagal walked up to the barkeep, and asked for a room for two. She herself would be apparating back to Hogwarts that night in order to inform Snape about when to meet the girl at Kings Cross Station, the next day. A half hour later, the three women were in the Alley itself, the StarSworns, having changed and freshened up; and were heading towards Gringotts, and by noon, they had finished their business with the goblins and were about to start their shopping in earnest. McGonagal informed them that she'd see them in the morning to take them to the Station, before disapparating with a crack. The mother-daughter pair looked at each other and grinned delightedly, before bellowing their war cry, "CHARGE IT!"

They had done well. Kit now had her books for the year, her potions supplies, divination tools, and were now in the process of getting her gloves, hat and robes from Madam Malkins. Kit was examining a black and green velvet creation with lace accents at wrist and neck, when the door opened and a feeling of wrongness swept over her. Kitiara stiffened. Her teachers had helped her develop a high sensitivity to auras and how best to react to the evil ones. She whipped around and stared at the new customers. Both men were tall, blonde and very good looking, but one felt so wrong she nearly retched. She locked eyes with him and hissed like a cat confronted by a large dog, her hair bristling and eyes narrowed in rage. The younger male stepped to one side, watching the interplay between the pretty girl and his father. His silver eyes widened as he saw his father recoil from her, then his jaw dropped when she waved her hand and sent Lucius Malfoy flying out the door and then slammed said door in his enraged face. From ten feet away.

Kit then turned and looked at the younger male, eyes distant as she looked at his aura. After a pause, she spoke.

"He is your father, but he is not you. A choice is coming soon, and I really wouldn't follow someone like him blindly. Make your own choices cutie. Don't let others make them for you. If you need help, let me know, and I'll do all in my power to aid you." She turned from him then and walked into the dressing room with the dress she'd been admiring to see if it fit her.

For her, what was done was done, but Draco Lucien Malfoy, began to think behind his carefully constructed mask as he rejoined his father. The girl made sense and he wanted, above all, to survive the upcoming war. He didn't particularly want to serve the Dark Lord. Even he could see the man was mad, and weak. After all, he'd been defeated by a one-year-old baby, then by the same child year after year. And as for his father, well. He listened to the man rant about the little bitch and how dared she, and made all sorts of dire threats against her. No his father was an idiot and very self centered. Draco had no illusions that if it furthered the mans' ambition, then he'd sacrifice his son and heir like a lamb, to maintain his position. No, Draco had to look out for himself now.

While Draco, ruminated, Kit and her mother were heading towards Ollivanders', for her wand. They entered the dusty store and looked around. Shelves lined the walls and came marching out in rows. A single chair stood by the door and a large desk in the center of the room.

"Ah, Tania Shadwell. Oak, 12 inches, very sturdy, with a phoenix tear for a core." Came a dry voice from behind them. The two females jumped in surprise and whipped around to see an old man with large silver eyes smiling at them. Tania caught herself and smiled nervously.

"That is correct Mr. Ollivander. How are you faring?"

"Quite well my dear. And this is your daughter, Kitiara. Yes, she looks like you and her father. He had a staff, not a wand, Ash, 5 feet tall, and carved with runes. A Dragons' Heartstring and a Siren's Hair. Very unusual, fire and water mixed well."

"You knew dad?" Kit whispered, seeing her mothers' face freeze slightly, then look away in sorrow. Mr. Ollivander gently patted her mothers' arm and gave a small smile to her.

"Yes, I did. A braver man I've yet to meet. You have some of your mothers' ability, if I'm reading you right, but more of his. Now if you don't mind, which is your dominant hand?"

Kit lifted her right hand and was measured. Shoulder to elbow, elbow to wrist, and wrist to the tip of her finger. Then it measured her height and her hips, and then her shoulders, and she realized with a start that it was merrily measuring her on its' own, when it measured the width between her nostrils. The little old man was off rummaging in the back. His voice drifted out from the shadows,

"I believe you're a Wiccan? So which wood is the most sacred to you?"

"Er, I'd have to say Rowan, sir." She squeaked a bit as the measure, measured the inseam of her leg. He popped his head out and scowled at the measuring tape, and snapped,

"Stop that!" and the tape fell to the floor. "And do you follow the sun festivals or the moon festivals? And what pantheon do you follow?"

"Umm, the Moon festivals mainly, but certain sun fests I acknowledge. And I follow the Greek Olympian Pantheon."

"Alright, that's very interesting. Hmmmm. Let's try these three." He bustled out with three boxes and laid them on the desk, open. Kit came forward and picked up the first, hesitantly, and gave it a wave. The window behind them shattered. Very quickly and carefully, the wand was placed back in its box. The second wand set the wand maker on fire. She gave a cry of dismay and dropping it back into the box, aided her mother in putting out the flames, apologizing frantically. Smoking a little, he chuckled and waved away her apologies.

"Don't worry my dear, just a hazard of the profession. I mind me one time; a youngster produced a baby basilisk, with a wave. That was a close one." He smiled and indicated the third wand. Even more wary now, she gingerly picked it up and felt warmth streaming through her hand, and heard the waters of the ocean, and felt the movement of the earth beneath her feet; She waved the wand, and the window repaired itself, and Ollivander was back to how he had been when they first met him. A satisfied smile graced his face.

"Rowan, Moon soaked for three nights and plucked from Mt. Olympus, 11 inches. And an unusual core. It has the hair of a Sea-Elf, the hair of a Werewolf and the blood of a Dragon Mage. Normally one wouldn't see the three species interacting, but the beings that gave to the core were close friends. You are even more tied to the elements now. In addition, since all three were mages in their own right, you are also tied to the ethereal. Do you practice Astral Projection by any chance?"

"I, Yes I do. And I can do magic there, I've found."

"I would recommend that you inform the Headmaster, my dear. He can give you some extra lessons on the Ethereal and how to work in it."

"Thank you. How much for this?"

"Twelve galleons." Money exchanged hands and bidding him goodbye, the two women returned to Diagon Alley.

Tania looked around, and smiled at her daughter. They had made all of their purchases, except for the familiar. Spotting the Magical Menagerie, she herded Kit inside and told her to find either a cat, a toad or an owl, before she loosed her. Kit wandered the aisles, looking at all the different animals. She chuckled over the antics of babies, and stared at a little puffskin that hopped around hooting and chirping gleefully at her and everything else. She stopped in front of a basket full of kittens. None of them seemed to pay her any attention, except for one. A small little white kitten, with a shock of black fur on his head, and eyes the same colour as hers. Their eyes met and he gave a joyful mew, before leaping into her arms and purred. She gave a large grin as she started to pick up a bed and dishes and a collar for him. After paying for him and his things, she named him Stryfe, after the God of Mischief, sensing that he would aid her in her pranks, once he understood what she wanted; and cuddling him to her, showed her mother, who was stepping out of the bird section with a small firebird. A cousin to the phoenix, but only able to sparkle and not deal with real flames. She named it Aya, after a book by Mercedes Lackey(TM), and gathering their things together, wandered back to the Leaky Cauldron and a good dinner. They spent a few minutes talking about their day, before going to bed. They'd have as long a day tomorrow as they had today, and needed their rest.

A/N: Heyla. I'm Rosario-chan, and I hope you enjoyed this. I have more to write, and I really hope y'all will review. I need reviews like a flower needs the rain. So if ya gots summat to say, say it. K?