The doorbell rang awhile after breakfast. 'That's odd' I thought 'We weren't expecting anyone today and we hardly ever have visitors' but I went to get the door anyway. As I was making my way to the door, I caught a few words on their quiet conversation. There were two fairly old voices: a woman and a man. "Are you sure about this Albus?" The woman asked. The man whom she called Albus replied, "Yes, I a quite sure, Minerva. Ava visited me in my dreams last night. It is time," That was creepy. That's what the woman said in my dreams last night. I opened the door and found two very odd looking people. The woman was wearing a long, greyish black dress and a short black cape. She had brown-grey hair and…was that a witch hat? The man was dressed even more ridiculously. He had a bright looking face and half moon spectacles sitting on the tip of his nose. His white beard and hair reached the ground and leaned on the velvet colour robes he was wearing. I gaped and my eyes turned yellow, the colour of confusion. The man smiled and I managed to stammer, "Is it Halloween already?" The man let out a delicate laugh, "No, I'm afraid you might've been mistaken Rosina. I'm Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and this is Professor McGonagall, a teacher at the school. Are your parents' home?" I was somewhat shocked. 'Did he say witchcraft and wizardry? And how did he know my name?' I was just about to send the two loonies off when my dad appeared next to me. He was looking a little pale when he greeted them and invited them in. "Ah, Albus, I wasn't expecting you so soon, would you like some…tea or something?" Dad asked them when they sat down. "Tea would be nice," The man called Albus smiled. I had been shadowing my father with so many unanswered questions swarming in my head before he turned around and told me to fetch my mother and some tea. I was so confused…these people mean something if Dad was acting like this.

I heard them exchange greetings with my mum when I was waiting for the tea. My parents sat down. "Well, David and Krystal, you should know why we are here today," My parents replied, "Yes, yes, we do. You told us 17 years ago when you first came," My mum asked to be excused for a moment and sent my siblings outside, with Sophie in charge of Hope. Sophie was a very mature and sensible girl for an eleven year old. I grabbed a tray and took the tea to the lounge and placed their teas in front of them. "Should I…go?" I asked quietly directing the question to my parents but instead, Albus replied, "Please, stay, this is also about you." Dad patted the seat next to him and I plonked myself down onto it. "I'm not sure if you are aware of your special abilities Rosina," Dumbledore continued. He started listing them, "The hair, the eyes, your hearing, and your power with water," My eyes turned yellow, "What do you mean?"

"Let me tell you a story. A story of a very powerful and very gifted which called Ava Caliente. She was a very beautiful person, inside and out, one of my best friends. She had very, very sharp hearing, her hair was always the same length, her eyes changed colour according to her mood…but what she was know best for, was her power to control water and her ability to perform magic without the use of a wand. She had defeated a lot of, let's say, evil people and rid the world of fear. It was said that the witch or wizard who killed her would gained all her power and she herself, knew that this was true and that it wasn't a risk she could take as witches and wizards, like non-magical humans, also had good and bad. So she decided to transfer her powers to a child."

I was really confused now. All this talk about witches and wizards…they weren't real…were they? Dumbledore continued, "Ava travelled far and wide, hoping to find a young child who was good hearted, strong, responsible and one who would put other people's priorities before themselves, but despite the few characteristics she was hoping to find in one person, she couldn't find one, not one, with all the qualities. Ava was just about to give up hope when a baby girl was born, 17 years ago. She was the perfect one. Ava transferred all her powers to the baby girl and mysteriously disappeared the night after she was born. And that girl, my dear, is sitting right in front of me," Dumbledore beamed.

"Me?" I whispered, knowing the answer. Everything added up and fit together like a puzzle. "Yes, Rosina, you're a witch," Professor McGonagall said.

I lay in bed that night thinking about what the strange people had said, Professor Dumbledore had said that witches and wizards knew that Ava had given her powers to a certain girl and power-thirsty ones would do anything to kill me, to take my powers. The thought scared me and my parents. "There is only one place where Rosina would be safe. And there, we will teach her how to use and control her powers. Please consider sending her to my school," Dumbledore had said. Mum and Dad didn't give it a second thought, "If there's only one place where our daughter is safe, we want her to be there," Mum said defiantly, with tears in her eyes, I nearly cried at the thought of leaving my family. But Dumbledore had said something about a dark lord someone called Voldemort. And he was after me. "I will send one of my students in a few days to help you get sorted and you'll be spending the rest of the summer at the Weasley's" I dozed off thinking about what the people would be like.

The next morning, I was woken by my brothers and sisters' screams from downstairs. Sophie knocked them came into my room. "Mum and Dad told me everything," she simply stated and came over to sit next to me on my bed. "Everything?" I asked. "If everything includes how you're a witch and you're going away to magic school, then year, pretty much everything," she said. I chuckled. "So you're not…mad or anything?" I asked and looked at my sister. I realised how close we were. "Why would I be mad at you? I always knew there was something about you that made you special. But I'm not mad, not even jealous. This house needs someone like me to keep it running when you're gone!" She hugged me. I grinned, "You're my favourite sister, Soph," I whispered. "You're mine too," she whispered back and a tear rolled down my cheek