A/N: For those of you who might think that Hilary is a bit of an immature character… well, she is to start off with! I just want to tell you to stay with her, and I'm positive that she will impress you. Eventually, the story will get a lot more intense!

That night Hilary went to bed extremely early, and the next morning woke up at around 5:30, and began frantically cleaning her whole house. If she wanted Dumbledore to answer all of her questions, then in her mind their house better look sparkling clean, as she did not want to give a bad first impression. Hilary even jumped on her old red bicycle and rode to the florist's. She ordered 4 bouquets of assorted flowers, and then ran around her house figuring out where to put them. Then she ran out to a bakery and bought a chocolate cake, and then went to Bree's house to ask if they had any Butterbeer left. Hilary arrived at Bree's at around 10:00, very red in the face and sweaty. She stared up at her average sized friend, which was tall to Hilary.

"Do...do you have...any butterbeer?" she panted, clutching her now very cramped stomach.

"Why do you want Butterbeer?"

"...Dumbledore."

"OH! Right...hold on a sec." Bree disappeared into her house, and returned a few seconds later with 12 bottles of butterbeer. As Hilary grabbed for it, Bree asked, "Are you sure you can carry that?" Hilary glared. "I mean, of course, in your tired state..."

Now Hilary took time to look at the full, 12, glass bottles, and all of a sudden looked at them as if each bottle had grown a set of eyes. She shook her head, defeated, and Bree walked with Hilary to her house, and dropped them off in her kitchen. As Bree went back out Hilary's front door, she turned around. "You might want to take a shower, and put on a different pair of clothes...you're kinda smelly...BUHBYE! And with that insult, Bree ran away.

Listening to her friend's advice, Hilary went up to the bathroom she shared with Mitchell and had a shower, shaved her legs, and put on a mud mask. When she was exiting the bathroom with her bathrobe on, she ran straight into her shirtless brother, therefore splattering bright green-coloured mud all over his chest. Mitchell looked groggily down at his green-faced twin, not at all fazed by the strange green muck on his chest.

"What the hell are you doing, putting crap on your face like that?"

"It helps my complexion! And it's not crap!"

"What is wrong with your face that you need to fix?" Mitchell and Hilary were quite good friends, so unlike many brothers, he did not call his sister ugly, or stupid…well, sometimes. "After all, it does look a lot like mine."

"Well, nothing really but..."

"Then why bother?"

"Well, because...because..." Hilary was at a loss of words.

Mitchell smirked. "Exactly. Now move, I need to shower." He pushed past Hilary and shut the door. Hilary just scowled darkly at the closed door and walked off to her room, while wiping her mask off with the towel in her hand. Then, walking into her closet, Hilary smiled very widely. She loved clothes, and picking out outfits! Finally, after about an hour of trying on different outfits, Hilary decided on a white sundress that fell just above her knees. She then put her necklace on, and a pair of silver hoop earrings. She straightened her VERY curly hair, and then with a curling rod curled her shiny black-brown hair very lightly into loose waves and left it down, and her very long hair reached the bottom of her chest. Finally, Hilary put some eyeliner on, and a very translucent shade of gold eye-shadow on to compliment her green eyes. She put on mascara, some lip-gloss, and a touch of blush. Finally, feeling that she was ready, at about 11:30, she went downstairs to their sitting room, fixed the tablecloth on the coffee table, and the pillows on the sofas. She put pretty coasters out for Dumbledore, herself, Mitchell, her parents, and even put out a little plastic one for Matty if he decided to join them. She placed their best glasses on each coaster, and a sippy-cup with a lid for Matthew, as she did not want him to embarrass her in front of the greatest wizard alive by spilling down his front. She got the cake ready to cut in the kitchen, and left a stack of china plates next to it, ready to be used. Finally, after Hilary's many grueling hours of preparation, Hilary heard a knock on the door. Anxiously she opened the door, and an old man with twinkling blue eyes and a floor length, snow-white beard appeared.

"Ahh, Miss Praesentia, the last time I saw you, you were just a year old. And you look so much like your mother!" Bursting with pride, Hilary motioned for Dumbledore to follow her to the sitting room. "I must say, you have a very nice house Miss Praesentia."

"Thank you, Professor. Would you like something to eat?" Dumbledore just looked past her into the kitchen, and began to chuckle.

"I don't think there will be anything left." He nodded towards the kitchen, his eyes twinkling.

And there was little Matty, sitting with the now upside-down cake in the middle of the floor, ravenously eating it. When he saw Hilary and Dumbledore He stood up; wiping his chocolate covered face with his little sleeve, and ran towards her. "Hilabee! Ith dat gwampy? Did gwampy gwow a beard?"

"Matty! No, that's not Grandpa, his name is Professor Dumbledore. Why did you eat all that cake?"

Matt just looked up at her with his big blue eyes, hardly visible through his curly mop of blonde hair, and pouted with his little chocolaty mouth. "Cuth I wath hungee, Hilabee! And I juth lub cthoclate! I'm juth tho tharry!" He hugged Hilary's legs, getting chocolate on them.

"Well, this time I'm very upset with you Matthew, so I want you to go wash your face, and then go stay in your room while I talk to Professor Dumbledore. Okay?"

"Otay Hilabee," Matt responded, down-hearted. He knew his 'Hilabee' was upset when she used his whole name. "I go to mine woom." And he went slowly up the stairs.

Hilary turned back to the Professor. "Sorry about that... he's just...overly excited sometimes." Dumbledore just chuckled again.

"It's quite alright Miss Praesentia. However, I am in a bit of a hurry, so I must talk to you about your birth-parents, and then speak with your parents."

Hilary stopped dead in her tracks. "So…you did know my parents! What were their names?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Your father's name was Iscariot Praesentia, and your mother's name was Ardelle Demi." He raised a hand as Hilary began to speak, motioning for her to be quiet. "There will be time for questions later, but first I must tell you everything in order. I am sure that you know bits and pieces from all over the story, so most of your questions will be answered in my tale. I ask you only one thing: Not to interrupt me, you may ask your questions later. Do you understand?"

Hilary nodded, and motioned for the Professor to sit on the sofa opposite of her. "Yep, story-tell away."

Settling himself down and taking a sip of the butterbeer placed in front of him, Dumbledore began the story of Hilary's history.

"First, I will tell you the meanings of your names. The name Hilary is means cheerful and enthusiastic, the name Ardelle means warm and loving, the name Isabella-Maria was given to you after your aunt Isabella-Maria in Italy, Demi means half, and Praesentia means power. They are all Latin, because the Praesentia family, is first of all Italian, and is one of the most ancient pure-blooded families in the whole Wizarding world, and dates back to the time where the people of Ancient Rome. The Praesentia family did, and still does, have a very powerful influence on the Wizarding world, hence the meaning of the name. Now onto the history of your mother." Dumbledore took a long pause, as if wondering how he was to go about explaining things.

"I suppose I must just be rather blunt. You see, your mother was an elemental witch; and a plain out very gifted witch at that. Elementals have the ability to use the elements. They can conjure water, fire, earth, or wind into the palm of their hands, use it against their enemies, or control the environment around them. They can perform magic wordlessly and wandlessly. That is your special gift. It is a very difficult practice to master, and many Elementals have difficulty and spend years and years learning how. You see, it is a rather complicated matter to explain properly, but alas I must try by best." Dumbledore stopped talking for a moment, and looked at the shocked expression on Hilary's face, thankful that he had told her to ask her questions at the end of his story, because he was sure that without that miniscule instruction, he would currently be bombarded with questions.

"Your mother was very best friends with Lily Potter, formerly known as Lily Evans in Hogwarts, and because she and Lily had fantasies of yourself and Harry Potter one day getting married, they did not name each other godmother or guardian for Harry and you, to avoid making you and Harry god-siblings. Sirius Black became Harry's guardian and godfather, and Remus Lupin became yours. I am sure that you will meet him later. You see, because your mother was best friends with Lily, she soon became friends with Lily's husband James, and all of James's friends too. You and Harry Potter were indeed, very best friends in your early infant years.

Three days after your parents were murdered by Lord Voldemort, was the day that Lily and James were murdered." Dumbledore still looked rather frustrated, like he was unsure whether or not he had explained everything in its entirety. "I suppose you may now ask away."

Hilary's mind was buzzing. "Ummm...it's all kind of new information…how exactly do I use elemental magic?" Hilary was very confused. Most of her questions that she had before had been answered already, but with each sentence Dumbledore had said, she thought of a new one.

"Elemental magic is channeled through your emotions. If you are ever experiencing particularly strong emotion, strange things can happen which is why you need to learn how to control them. Similar to accidental magic in your younger years, except most witches and wizards do not come to their Elemental powers until around 16. You, however, have demonstrated early signs of the gift." Dumbledore paused. "Any more questions?"

"Uhh…." Hilary was finding it incredibly difficult to process and question all this new and shocking information. "Why exactly were my parents murdered?"

Now Dumbledore looked very hesitant. "You see, because you were descended from an ancient, powerful, pure-blooded family, and an elemental, that gives you the power of a witch from an ancient family, plus the additional elemental powers. Voldemort thought that you would be a very great threat when you grew older, so, he stormed into your house looking for you, but at the time you were with the Potters in hiding, being babysat, and so when Voldemort didn't find you there, he became angry and killed your parents needlessly. Even if you had never been born, Voldemort, or at least his Death Eaters still would have done it because of your parent's relationship to the Potters. And no, that doesn't make it the Potter's fault either. The Praesentia family is known to be very powerful, and since your father and mother were members of the Order of the Phoenix, what happened most likely would have still happened."

Hilary looked very overwhelmed, and she had a habit of looking how she felt. It was like wearing a giant mood ring. Now at least, she knew why.

"Why did my parents, or I guess my dad, go to Hogwarts if he was Italian? Wouldn't he go to Beauxbatons or something?"

Dumbledore looked overjoyed at the prospect of an easy question. "Simply because English is the most commonly spoken language in the world and the Praesentia family prides themselves on being fluent in many languages, and sending him to and English school was the perfect opportunity to enhance his fluency. He would have already been capable of speaking French very fluently."

Dammit I'll be a huge let down to my Aunt then. I failed French class…

"Okay…I can't really think of anything else to ask you, 'cause I really need to think about all this…I guess you'll want to talk to Mitch and my parents." Dumbledore nodded. "Kay, I'll go get them." Hilary got up off the couch slightly dazed, and staggered off to her parents and twin.

"Mom, Dad, Mitch! Professor Dumbledore said that he'd see you all now…" Hilary called up the stairs of their multi-level house, and she heard her voice echo until it finally reached the top floor and slowly ceased. After about a minute her mother, father, and twin brother came down the stairs, and Hilary went up the stairs, to wait for Dumbledore's conversation with them. About an hour later, her parents came up and leaned on her ladder up to her bed.

"Hun, Mitchell decided he doesn't really want to go to Hogwarts, because he doesn't want to leave Mandy." Mandy was Mitchell's girlfriend of a year. "But if you still want to go, you may, and you will leave tomorrow."

Hilary thought about this a moment, gulped down a huge breath, and replied with a shaky voice, "I want to go."