Author's Note: The first chapter is a bit boring since it's leading into the main plotline, but the characters are important. VERY important. Keep that in mind. Reviews are welcome, and appreciated. This series will be divided into seven parts, one for each year. I will most likely be writing small projects in between, but this is going to be my main focus. MAJOR THANK YOU TO MY EDITOR: claire-elise17. Yes, I'm probably going to put this thank you note on every single chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, the books, the movies, or anything else related to Harry Potter, the wizarding world, etc.

"Mum!" A young girl's voice called out, "Mum, are Susie and Jason here yet?"

"It's only 11:00 in the morning, Larna. They aren't supposed to be here for another half an hour."

A child no older than a pre-teen ran down the marble stairs of the house, each step silent and graceful. Her long, amber brown hair was tucked neatly under a paper crown that said "Happy 11th Birthday!" while her innocent green eyes darted back and forth.

"Larna, darling, you look beautiful."

The woman was young, and looked nothing like her daughter. Dark brown hair that could be easily mistaken as black was tied in a ponytail behind her head. Her equally dark brown eyes had a slight sparkle of intuition to them and her bright, gloss covered lips were curved into a small smile.

"Thanks, Mum."

Larna gave her mother a quick peck on the cheek before she ran into the kitchen.

"Never out of energy, that girl." A middle aged man walked into the room smiling.

"That girl is your daughter, Raymond. Her imagination runs wild on normal days, it should be obvious that on her birthday, she'd be this giddy."

The man chuckled before speaking. "Let us go see our birthday girl, shall we?" he motioned towards the kitchen door.

xxxxx

"Mum! Did you order this or something? It actually looks edible!"

The girl gave her parents a cheeky grin as she continued to survey her birthday cake. The pastry was covered with white, fluffy cream and fresh fruit. On the top was a sign that said, "Happy Birthday".

"Actually, I did order it. You and your brother complained about my cooking so much, I decided to be a good mother and not ruin my daughter's birthday."

"Speaking of Donny, where is he?" she turned around to the entrance as if her brother would appear out of thin air.

"I believe he's still asl-" her father began.

"I don't sleep that much, do I?"

A nine year old boy was looking at his sister, smiling. He looked exactly like his father, hazel colored eyes and light brown hair. The only similarity the two siblings shared was their personality.

"Happy birthday, Sis!"

As the two children went back into the kitchen, no doubt making sure all birthday items were in order, the doorbell rang. Mrs. Flemmings ran to get it.

"Susie! Jason! Come on it."

Larna's eyes lit up as she heard her mother mention her best friends' names.

"Hey you two! Come into the kitchen!" she shouted, momentarily forgetting about her so-called "inside voice".

Larna heard Mrs. Mason chuckle.

"She must be extremely excited." she said to Larna's mother.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I hope we won't have Susie and Jason tiring themselves out before the day is over."

"Anything to keep them quieter would be nice." Mrs. Mason winked, "They've been so active these last few days, I haven't been able to start my next novel."

Jessica laughed along with Ray.

"I suppose you'll have a nice rest then. Larna had a burst of energy this morning and Donovan always looked up to his sister…" Raymond commented, "I have to pick up something at the supermarket, but I'll be right back." He gave his wife a quick kiss on her cheek before scooting out the door.

Larna smiled to herself. Then she turned around and saw her brother trying to sneak a piece of cake. She looked at him in horror as his hand moved unsteadily towards the knife.

"It's so nice to have two kids that work so well together." her mother continued, "I remember hearing all those stories about sibling rivalry before I had Don. Ray and I were wondering with dismay on what we had gotten ourselves into. You can imagine the looks on our faces when-"

The conversation stopped short when they heard a crashing sound coming from the kitchen. The two women hastily went into the room and stopped in their steps.

The young boy was sitting on the ground, his legs sticking out from under him and his face shocked. Next to him was his sister who was equally disturbed. There was a dark red colored liquid on the ground, as well as on the knife that was next to the boy. Don didn't seem to have any injuries, but it was definitely blood on the ground.

"DON!" Mrs. Flemmings ran towards her son, picking him up gently. She had no regard for the blood that was staining her jeans. Her eyes flickered to her daughter as she asked a question in a calm but serious voice.

"What happened here, Larna?"

"I- I… don't know…" Larna flipped over her hands slowly. Her attention did not move from her palms.

"First, he was bleeding.. Then… when I ran over, and I put my hands over the wound, it stopped."

Mrs. Flemmings looked at the girl with large eyes. "Impossible…You couldn't have… Its been too long…"

"What do you mean?" Larna's sight then turned onto her mother, questioning her choice of words.

Jessica shook the look that her daughter was giving her off and avoided the question.

"Not now, I'll talk to you later. Take Susie and Jason outside for a second, while I clean this up and help Donny."

Susie and Jason quietly followed Larna out of the house and sat on the curb.

"What just happened?" Larna muttered to herself so the others wouldn't hear. She quickly repeated the scene through her mind.

The second the knife had fallen, she raced across the room as fast as she could. Once she had gotten to Donovan's side, there was a deep cut in his arm and blood had started dripping onto the ground. Without thinking, she had put her hands on top of the wound. There was a sudden warmth in her palms and a bright light appeared. The wound started closing and as the mothers entered the room, it disappeared completely. There was a faint scar, which you could not see without being extremely close to Don, but other than that, only the blood on the floor gave it away.

"It was like… magic." she said softly.

xxxxx

Susie had been staring at her friend from the second she had run across the room to her brother.

"How? Donny was clearly bleeding and the it stopped. That light-"

Her thoughts were interrupted as Mrs. Mason walked outside and asked for Larna to reenter the house.

"Your mother wants to talk to you." she said in a soothing voice.

Larna relaxed a little, knowing Mrs. Mason was trying to imply she wasn't in trouble, however she couldn't help but feel wary as she went back inside. She watched from the windows as Susie and Jason were escorted back into their car, demanding to know what was going on. Exhaling a heavy sigh, she turned to go to her parents' room.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked cautiously.

"Yes, Larna, please sit." her father said.

Larna hadn't even noticed Mr. Flemmings until he spoke. She silently prayed for her to be able to safely leave the room, though she had no idea what she was scared of. She didn't cause the accident, and her parents knew that, but their faces gave her the scared feeling that she got when she was caught breaking the rules or doing something wrong.

"You will find out what's going on very soon, honey," Jessica replied to her daughter's confused face, "Could you close the door?"

Larna quietly closed the door, bracing herself for a long talk.

"What we want to ask you is…Well, is this- what happened today- the first time anything similar to this has- um- happened?" her mother asked nervously.

She was about to say "Yes" when she realized it had happened before.

"Once…" she said slowly, "Susie and I were playing in the backyard. There was a beehive and apparently, the bees were mad. The next thing we knew, we were being chased by them. I was scared out of my mind and they had almost caught up to us… and… and…"

"What happened next?" her father asked calmly.

"And the bees couldn't get to us… it was like there was an invisible barrier surrounding us." she finished in a whisper.

The two adults glanced at each other with a look. Her father nodded after a while and her mother sighed. She paused before speaking. Her tone showed no indication of expression, however her face was hesitant.

"Larna, we have something important to tell you."

The girl gave a slight smile and replied jokingly, "I figured that part out, Mum."

Larna was trying to brighten up the mood but her effort didn't work. Her parents were serious.

"Larna…" her father began.

There was another small pause as Ray tried to figure out how to break the news.

"Larna-" he started again.

"You're a witch." her mother interrupted.

The girl's heart skipped a beat as she heard the last word. It repeated itself over and over again in her mind.

Witch… witch… witch…

"Witch…?" she whispered to herself. She loved reading books about magical worlds and kingdoms, but to be a witch?

"Why didn't you tell me?" she said softly.

The parents looked at each other again worriedly. Her father spoke up this time.

"We didn't believe it… We thought you didn't have powers since your mum and I don't either."

"Then how do I have magical powers, and you two don't?"

"You… got it-"

"From your grandparents," Jessica finished, "Like you got your eye color and hair color from."

"Oh." she sat in silence looking down at her hands with a million questions running through her head.

"Why do I inherit everything from my grandparents? I haven't even met these so-called grandparents. And does Donny know? Is Donny a wizard? I bet he isn't because he takes after dad in everything. And so now I bet I'm the outcast of the family. Hold on, this is if everything my parents said were real. How many people are wizards and witches? How come I didn't know about them before? What the hell is going on?" She continued mourning in her mind that she didn't see the quick glances that her parents were exchanging. Raymond looked at Jessica sharply in a disapproving manner before turning his attention onto his daughter.

"Eh-ehm."

Larna was startled at the sound and looked up.

"They aren't the kind of people to play jokes like these," she thought, "they're telling the truth." With that decided, she stood up.

"Mum. Dad. Can I go to my room? I need to think things over."

Her parents nodded and she quickly left the room. But instead of going to her own bedroom, she stopped in front of Donovan's door.

"I wonder if he knows." she thought. Larna knocked on the door softly before turning the doorknob.

"Donny? I need to talk to you."