Chapter 1: Unlikely, she was.

The sky had just witnessed the first beam of sunlight; the city was just beginning to hear the first cheerful crows of roosters, when a couple of innocent voices were heard inside a little manor in London.

"C'mon! Erica, look!" A whisper of a young girl suddenly rung amidst the morning silence, her voice was promising and excited at the same time.

"There's barely sunlight yet, Andrea, what's there to see?" The little girl in a light blue dress sprinted a few feet behind her sister, scratching her nape, looking rather wobbly and sleepy.

"There is, come on, sit beside me." The girl, who was supposed to be Andrea, ran silently across the kitchen and approached the door, which she opened without any sign of hesitation. She stepped out silently into a stretch of green grass that was lying wonderfully underneath the sky of dawn.

Andrea smoothed her pink skirt as she looked hopefully up to the clouds, a big smile appearing sincerely across her face, before she carelessly sat on the grass, never paying attention to the moist that made her dress a bit wet. She was a really tiny girl, a lot tinier than her sister, you could tell, even from a distance.

"Okay, but promise me you'll let me go back to bed after this?" Erica sat slowly beside her, her chest rising and falling back slowly as she heaved a sigh.

Somehow you couldn't tell they were even related, they looked entirely different from each other. Erica had jet black hair with big curls—which was always untidy—and a rather fair skin, while the smaller one, Andrea, had straight brunette hair and she was unusually pale. They only had one thing in common physically… they both had bright green eyes.

"I promise." Andrea whispered without breaking her wide smile, not even looking down from the sky.

"What is it that you want me to see anyway?" Erica looked at her sister in confusion before she looked up too, trying to follow her gaze.

"Owls," she answered, finally breaking her longing gaze from the clouds. She stared at her sister, and nudged her shoulder with her elbow. "They're gonna be flying here and there soon, we just wait."

"I haven't seen a a lot of them in a while you know," said Erica, biting her lip furiously.

"Well, it is because they usually don't go flying around at any time of the year, silly, not until the last few days of August." She reasoned out, making her older sister look down to her, her eyes wide in curiosity and confusion. "Don't you remember? Grandpa Harry recently said that—"

"Oh, yes, yeah I get it. School mail. You've asked him about it billions of times already." complained Erica.

Andrea giggled silently and they both remained silent for a while before she spoke once again. "And… and we'll be getting ours any minute now—or an hour or two later—or a bit later than that—or… oh I'm excited."

"I could tell." Erica chuckled.

Andrea and Erica are both extraordinary girls, not only were they two of those who were gifted with an unusual magical ability, but they are, after all, descendants of a hero who is widely known to have saved their kind from the most dangerous man who ever lived. And merely several days from now, they'll be trained for the proper use of their powers in the famous school of witchcraft and wizardry in England—Hogwarts.

Both girls are extremely excited—or at least, Andrea is—for they never really have mingled with a lot of children of their kind. They used to attend Muggle school (Muggle is a term used for non-wizard or non-witch people) in accordance to how their father had started education. Their grandfather, Harry Potter, who is very well-known, had attended Muggle school before Hogwarts, and so did Andrea and Erica's father, aunt, and uncle. But every one of them never really looked forward to Muggle education, not after they were told they were wizards.

They were both starting to feel chilly in the midst of the first wind of dawn when a soft female voice was heard a couple of feet behind them.

"James, honey, they're here." she called to the man following behind her. He stopped beside her, both of his hands were on his waist and a grin crossed his face.

"They seem to rise earlier every morning, you think?" he chuckled to the woman beside her, his voice loud enough for both little girls to hear. They turned around to look at them.

"Mommy," Andrea stood up and hurried to her mother, whose hands were already stretched in front of her and was already bowed low enough for Andrea to hug her arms.

"Hey dad, we were just waiting for—"

"Owls, daddy, they're taking too long." Andrea frowned. James, their father, from whom Erica had inherited the color and the untidiness of her hair, pat the younger girl's head, before he went toward the older one, then he wrapped his arm around her and laid it on her shoulder.

"They're gonna come even if you don't wait for them," James looked up at the sky, which was now a lot brighter and clearer than it was a while ago.

"Oh, we can't blame the girls, James, they're excited. They want to be the first ones to meet the owls," Carmen Potter straightened Andrea's hair with her fingers. Carmen had black hair just like James' and Erica's but her eyes were bright blue, she was slender and fair, she was a beautiful woman.

"Right, but you girls can't stay here outside all morning. Let's go inside," James turned Erica around and headed back to the kitchen door. Carmen Potter, who was carrying Andrea, followed.

Erica sat on a chair and put her chin on her closed knuckles, her elbows laid on the table. Mrs. Potter left Andrea on the table, who stayed there, her feet dangling carelessly below her.

"Don't sit there," Erica said lazily.

"Mum put me here,"

"Get down and sit on the chair. They'll lay our breakfast on there, silly,"

"Don't call me silly," Andrea's eyes narrowed as she pushed herself forward and down from the table.

"You just called me the same thing a while ago outside," Erica reasoned out, waiting for a defensive response but she heard her sister's soft voice instead.

"I didn't mean it though, sorry,"

"Alright, I didn't mean it either, Andie, sorry," Erica bit her lip and sighed.

"Don't call me Andie," Andrea slowly pulled her chair backward and sat.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I never called you 'Eca' ever since you told me not too, even when everybody already calls you that."

"Fine, fine. 'Andrea' then."

"Toast and… what do you want in between them, Erica, darling?" Mrs. Potter turned around, holding a loaf and a bread knife in both his hands.

"Just cheese mum, thanks,"

"I want peanut butter, mommy!" Andrea shouted as she started to stand on her chair.

"Get down," Erica whispered softly as she pulled Andrea's skirt twice.

"You want a 'peanut butter and mummy'?" James Potter called out jokingly, but Andrea thought he was serious that she began stomping her feet on her chair.

"No, I mean, peanut and butter and I said 'mommy' because… because I was talking to mum!"

"Alright, alright, go down from your chair though, you might fall," James said, Andrea did so immediately, and she sat.

He was only beginning to reach for the cupboard over the sink when they heard a loud clunking noise from their kitchen door. Erica only seemed to have noticed what had happened when Andrea suddenly stood up and held tightly on the table before them.

"Must be the owls, children," James smiled as he walked towards the kitchen door. He opened it and saw an owl lying on the floor; an envelope was in between its beak. "Thank you," he pat the bird on the head lightly and pulled the envelope off its beak. The owl looked back and James knew it wanted a tip. "Here," he went back to Carmen, got a piece of bread, and broke half of it to little pieces. He reached for the pouch attached on its leg, and put them inside.

The owl flapped its wings once, before it turned its back on him, flying and gliding away to where it came from. James closed the door, headed to the table and laid the envelope before the two girls.

"Just one?" Erica asked, leaning forward to look at the green scribbles on the envelope.

"It's all the owl brought," James said softly, both his hands were on his waist once again.

"Oh, Erica, it's for you," Andrea smiled, but sadness were evident in her eyes. "I'll just go use the bathroom, daddy," she pushed off from her chair and hurtled behind the wooden stairs where their bathroom was.

"How come?" Erica asked, concerned, her eyes focused on the yellow envelope which had her name and their address written in green ink.

"I don't know," James went towards Carmen, who was looking at him with worried eyes like his. "Is she able, Carmen, magic?" he whispered, but Erica heard anyway because she answered.

"She is, mum, dad, even better than I am… I think," she stared hopefully at them. The couple looked back, waiting for her to say more. Realizing that she did need to say more, she continued. "She can… I saw her a couple of times, pointing her finger on stuff, and moving and lifting them here and there, and—" Erica stopped, she saw her parents' furious expression.

"Don't worry, mom, dad… she's able. Really. She's the one who's been getting us apples from the tree, she stares at the fruits and they just… fall. She'll be getting a letter too dad, any minute now…"

"Just her fingers and just—" Carmen looked at James, worry looked worse in her eyes now.

"What? Is there something… wrong about that mom? Dad?" Erica asked, starting to sense worry just the same.

"We… we can't really… perform magic without spells and wands, Erica,"

"She had been doing it a lot," she pouted.

"Have you done it, dear?" Carmen asked, her voice trembling.

"… no," Erica hesitated, she looked down on her fingers, confused. "But—but she's able, right? She isn't a squib, mum?"

Carmen shook her head. James sat beside her, biting his lip.

"I'm sending a mail to Hogwarts, there isn't anything wrong, maybe the mail was just delayed. No worries. It might arrive just as well. But she's extremely upset and worried, I should send a mail to Hogwarts, hang on." James stood up, and hurried upstairs.

Carmen merely smiled, but Erica saw there was still worry in her eyes.