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After staring at the suspended rock for several moments, Phoebe turned her attention to Albus, who was cutting his eyes between Phoebe and the still rock. Albus met her gaze with an open mouth and they just plain stared at each other.

"Whoa," Albus concluded and his mouth broke out into a huge grin. He started to laugh as Phoebe blushed and the rock hit the ground.

"Albus?" Phoebe asked absolutely terrified. Her eyes round, her mouth open, and her eyebrows scrunched together. "What just happened?"

"You're a witch, Phoebe! I can't believe it!" He exclaimed, still laughing. Phoebe, on the other hand, was not amused.

"A what?" She snapped.

"A witch!" he repeated.

"A witch?" Phoebe asked.

"Yes!" He clarified and tackled her into a huge hug, with she did not return as she was almost petrified at what he was telling her.

"I'm a... a witch?" She asked tentatively, hoping that this was some weird prank.

"Yes, and I'm a wizard! Oh, Freckles, do you know what this means?" He laughed.

"No," Phoebe said indefinitely.

"What?" Albus said. "Oh, right. You were raised at the home. That means anyone could be your parents. Even muggles could, well that makes it difficult. Yeah, difficult. Well, I'm sure that it won't even matter! Oh, my goodness! I can't believe it!" He said, almost to himself. "This, Freckles, means that we-"

"Albus? Phoebe? What are you two doing?" Harry Potter's voice came from the base of the hill.

"Don't tell him, Albus," Phoebe begged him.

"But he knows how to deal with stuff like this, Phoebe," Albus insisted.

"No, its my problem, and I don't want your dad to know!" She said urgently, as Albus's dad made his way over to them.

"Why not tell him? He is going to find out eventually, Bee!" Albus insisted.

"Who is going to find out what eventually?" Harry asked, having heard the last little snippet of the two eleven-year-old's conversation.

"What? Nothing, Harry!" Phoebe jumped.

"Okay, are you sure?" Harry looked from one to the other and watched as his son elbowed his friend and she shook her head and mouthed no. Obviously, that was not the answer Albus was looking for.

"Phoebe is a witch, dad!" Albus told him, much to Phoebe's horror.

"Albus!" She exclaimed.

"Really! She is!" He smiled triumphantly.

"Albus, I don't think your friend really appreciated you blurting that out," He said, not taking his green eyes off Phoebe Morelli.

"Guess not, but now you know, so you can help her," Albus said shamefully.

"Help her with what?" Harry asked.

"You know... stuff," Albus said.

Harry sighed and gazed at the two small children in front of him. One, his own, the other, a friend. He knew that Phoebe wasn't very well off to begin with, and that his son was her only friend, besides he didn't really know what to do.

"Phoebe, are you?" He asked her. She looked up at him in wonder. She had such unusual eyes, a pale purple, and he was curious.

"I don't know," She whispered. She was frightened. Frightened of what she could do. Frightened of what would happen if she went back to the home. Frightened of what would happen to her.

"Phoebe, what makes Albus think you are a witch?" He asked her gently.

"I told him about the jam jar I sorta... broke, but I didn't break it. I didn't touch it. It exploded. Because I wanted it to," She informed him. He stared at her for a second then smiled a little.

"Why did you want it to explode?" He asked.

"Mrs. Lordicane was telling me that-that I don't do enough chores, and that I don't do them... correctly, and that I rush through them, and that if I don't improve, I won't be allowed outside. I got a bit mad. Frustrated... because I really try when I do my chores, and I told her that I would try to do better. She told me not to- not to talk back and she called me a- a rude word, and then the jar..." Phoebe trailed off.

"Exploded," Harry finished for her and she nodded.

"Then, before you came, I told Albus. He... guessed, and threw a rock up in the air, and I stopped it from touching the ground," She told him. "I don't know what this means."

"No," Harry agreed. "We can't be sure, but listen, the letters to Hogwarts arrived today, for Albus and James-"

"What?! Really?!" Albus exclaimed.

"Now, obviously your parents are Muggles-"

"Muggles?" Phoebe interrupted.

"Non-magic folk," Harry explained. "Someone will have to come and explain to your parents-"

"Um, Albus? You never told your dad?" Phoebe interrupted Harry once again, and both of them looked at her in confusion. "My parents, I don't know them."

"What?" Harry looked at her.

"I live at the orphanage a few blocks away, Mrs. Lordicane is my caretaker," Phoebe explained. "Thats why I don't have the best clothes or the best anything, really. I thought for sure Albus would have told you this. I'm sorry, as you were saying."

"Er, right, yes," Harry stuttered. He started to take great pity on this little girl who acted like being an orphan was no big deal while Harry, of course, knew exactly what it was like not knowing his own parents, then finding out that he was magical. Harry knew exactly what this girl was going through.

"Hogwarts is a school. A school of magic," Harry began. "They send letters of admission by owl, though since you have no magical guardians, they will send someone from the school to explain where it is you are going. Its a simple process really."

"Okay," Phoebe said.

"Now that thats done, I actually came out here to ask something," Harry told Phoebe and Albus.

"What is it?" Phoebe asked.

"Well, we were wondering if you would like to go to a sort of gathering, a lot of Albus's cousins are going too, and we like for you to join us, seeing as you may be magical, we don't have to take extra precautions" Harry asked her.

"Who is all going?" Albus asked his dad.

"Er, Rose, Hugo, and Fred for sure. Roxanne, Molly, and Lucy are most likely going. Dominique and Louis might go, and Teddy and Victoire are going," Harry informed Albus.

"Cool! So pretty much everybody is going?" Albus asked excitedly.

"Yes, but there is a chance that Dominique and Louis wouldn't go," Harry clarified.

"Okay, where are we going this year?" Albus pestered.

"Oh, we are just going have everyone over at our house," He told Albus, then turned to Phoebe. "Would you like to join us?"

"Sure! I mean, I've never met Albus's cousins, so yeah!" Phoebe smiled. "When is it?"

"The day after tomorrow," Harry explained to her. "Just come over to our house around one."

"Sounds good," She agreed. "I'll just be going. See you then! Bye, Albus!"

"Good luck," Albus grimaced, knowing that Phoebe would need all the luck she could get.

Phoebe set off down the hill and down the block. As anxious as she was to go to Albus's house the day after the next, she wished that she didn't have to go to the home, and that she didn't have to see Mrs. Lordicane.

She knew she was in trouble. Mrs. Lordicane was very, very strict when it came to kids getting in trouble. Maybe if Phoebe went in through the back door she could find Anista and maybe, just maybe, Mrs. Lordicane would go easy on her. Possibly.