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We appeared in front of a very large mansion. I took a step forward and almost fell forward. My mum quickly steadied me. She grabbed my hand again and pulled me towards the gate.

"Name?" The gate asked. I looked at it in disbelif. I suddenly remembered that my grandparents had magical abilities as well.

"Cho Chang-Miller," my mum told the gate.

It slowly creaked open allowing us entrance. "Welcome home, Mistress," it sad to my mum.

My mum grabbed my hand and tugged me forward. We walked the long path towards the mansion in silence. I looked around frantically, absorbing everything and anything in sight. Once we reached the tall, oak double-sided doors, it opened and a small creature appeared. I looked at it then back to my mum.

She whispered to me, "House elf." I nodded as if I knew what that was.

She directed her attention towards the house elf. "Hello, Wally. Long time no see."

He stared at my mum with his big, black eyes and gave a smile. "Mistress Cho! Come in, come in!" Wally ushered us in. "How may Wally help Mistress Cho? Tea? Pumpkin Pastry? Those were mistress Chi's favorite." He kept talking until my mum raised her hands for him to be quiet.

"Where are my parents?" She asked Wally.

Wally nodded his head. "This way. This way. To the study!"

We followed Wally as he skipped to the study backwards. He kept his eyes on us the entire time and chatted with my mum.

We reached a dark-colored door with golden ravens etched in the wood. Wally knocked once and then backed away. "Wally must go now." With a pop, he disappeared.

The door slowly opened. My mum walked inside; I closely followed behind her.

Inside a man sat behind a desk looking at paperwork and a woman on a love seat near a window looking at papers as well. Both turned their attention towards my mum and me. The man gave a tiny small, but the woman kept a scowl firmly attached to her face. Everything in the room stayed still for what seemed forever.

Soon the man stood up and came towards my mum. He extended his arms and urged my mum to come forward. "Cho." She gave the man a hug.

"Da," she said to him with tears in her eyes.

When they seperated, my mum turned to the woman who remained seated. With no emotion she asked, "So have you come back to your senses? Was I right? Once he knew, he left. Didn't he?" No one said anything. Finally the woman stood up. "Didn't he!" She yelled.

My mum lowered his head. "Yes, mum. He did."

Emotion finally filled my grandmum's face. A smirk. "I told you not to marry that filthy muggle. You could have had any pureblood you wanted. One of status. But instead you married a muggle and gave up your magic. And for what? Love? Happiness? Where is that love now, Cho? Are you happy?" She went up to my mum and grabbed her face. "Answer me! ARE YOU!"

Tears filled my mum's face. She shook her head. "I can't hear you, Cho!" My grandmum spat in her face.

My mum stifled a sob. "No," she said quietly.

"What? Speak louder," My grandmum taunted.

Mum looked into her mum's eyes. "No!" She yelled. "No, I'm not happy! I'm not happy my husband left me! I'm not happy I was wrong. I'm not happy you were right! Always right!" My mum fell to the floor sobbing. I quickly ran to her side.

Grandda pulled me away. I kicked and screamed for my mum.

"Take her away!" Grandmum ordered my grandda.

He pulled me out of the room and took me to a room upstairs. Inside were many old books and magical relics. I looked at everything in awe. Soon I heard a chuckle behind me. I turned to find my grandda with an amused look on his face. "Fascinating isn't it?"

I looked at my grandda with eyes that seemed to asked 'what?'

He chuckled again. "Magic."

I nodded.

He gave me a smile. "You don't have to be scared, Mei."

"Chloe."

"What?"

"My name is Chloe. Not Mei."

"I understand, but in this house, you will be called by the name your grandmum and I picked out for you."

I gave him a confused look.

He walked towards me and pulled out a photo. A slightly younger version of my grandda and grandmum stared at me waving and holding a baby.

"That's you," my grandda said while pointing at the baby. "We gave you the name Mei. It's the name of your great-grandmum."

I smiled at him. "You can call me Mei then."

He smiled back. "You know, you look exactly like your mum at your age."

"You really think so? Besides my black hair, everyone always said I took after my da. I have green eyes just like him and really tan skin. And look how wavy my hair is!"

He chuckled. "I'm talking about your fascination in magic." He then went to pick up a book with dark leather binding. He opened it up to the first page and looked at me. "Want to learn some magic?"

Weeks passed. I kept myself busy with exploring the grounds during the day and magic lessons in the evening with my grandda. I seldomly saw my mum. Grandmum told me she was ill and was sent to a hospital for wizards called St. Mungo's. I never questioned her. I was afraid of her. My grandda was different. He had kind eyes and always praised me during our lessons. When summer ended and it was about time to head off to Hogwarts, I had finished learning everything from the leather book. A part of me felt wrong for knowing some spells. It seemed almost evil. But why would my grandda teach me bad things?

I stood in front of Platform 9 3/4. My grandda held my hand and we ran through the brick column together. They supplied me with everything including my books, robes and my all black owl, Morphius. My wand was my mum's; 11 3/4 inch ivy wood with Veela hair. She didn't see me off but I knew she was with me whenever I held her wand.

I found an empty compartment after saying goodbye to my grandparents. Once inside, I levitated my trunks above the seat. I made sure no one saw me do it. My grandda told me no one should know all the spells I was taught that summer.

I sat alone for awhile. As I was reading the leather-bound book, a boy with dark, messy hair barged in and locked the door. He shut the blinds and fell to the ground out of breath. He sat there for a while deep in thought. I sat very still not wanting to bother him. When I realized I had the book in my hands, I quickly sat on it to hide from the boy in case he got out of his trance. As soon as I sat on it, he finally noticed me. He dusted himself off and stood in front of me.

He gave me a smirk and extended he hand. "My name is James. James Potter. What's yours?"

My grandda told me about Harry Potter. I assumed he had some sort of relation to The Boy Who Lived. Since Harry had no living relatives. James must be his son. He looked very similar to the pictures I saw of Harry Potter.

James waved his hand in front of my face bringing me back to reality. I quickly shook his hand and gave him a small smile. "Mei. Mei Chang." I almost cringed when I told him my name. I hated the name, in fact. My grandmum, however, insisted I take the name if I was to live in their house.

James and I talked the rest of the ride there. We talked about our families, what was expected of us at Hogwarts, what house we would be in, and things like that. We only stopped talking when an older student came in and told us to change in our robes. After we did, a red-headed boy came in looking for James.

"James! Where have you been?" The boy asked. "I was looking for you ever since you ran away from..."

"Mei! This is Fred. My cousin," James quickly said cutting Fred off. "Say hi, Fred." James gave Fred a push towards me.

"Hi Fred," Fred said to me extending his hand. I shook it and giggled at his humor.

"Nice to meet you," I said after my giggles stopped.

The express soon stopped and everyone gathered their things to exit the train. James, Fred, and I were ushered by a very large man towards some boats along with several other students. I assumed they were First Years as well. James and Fred apparently knew the man. They called him Hagrid.

Everyone boarded the boats and floated towards the big castle. When we got to the other side of the lake, we all jumped out of the boats and rushed inside. We were met by a man in maroon robes.

"Welcome, everyone, to Hogwarts," he said with a smile. "My name is Proffesor Longbottom. "In a few moments you will enter through these doors into the Great Hall where you will join your fellow classmates. Before you are seated you will be sorted into one of four houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or Gryffindor. Your house will be like your family. As a family, you will be given points for good behavior or deducted points for misbehaviors. At the end of the year, the house with the most points win the House Cup. Everyone understand?" Everyone nodded their heads. "Good. Let's enter then."

Professor Longbottom opened the doors and we flowed into the Great Hall. Everyone's eyes were on us. We headed to the front where a stool with a wizard's hat resting on it stood. When everyone got to the front, the hat came alive and stared singing a song.

After he finished, Professor Longbottom pulled out a scroll. "When I call your name, please step forward and take a seat on the stool. Avery, David."

A boy with blond hair marched to the stool and took a seat. Not even a second after the hat was placed on his head, the hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

The list went on. After those with the last names starting with "C" were done, James tugged on my sleeve and whispered in my ear, "Did they forget you?" I put my head down and shook it. I kept my head down until i heard my name.

"Chloe Miller."

I sat on the stool. I looked at James who had a confused look on his face. I looked down again when the hat was placed on my head.

"Now who do we have here? Chloe Miller. I remember your mother. Yes...very smart like her. She was a Ravenclaw, you know. You would flourish well there." There was a long pause. "However, there's also something else...a power. An extreme a need to prove yourself worthy. You thrive to never fail." Once again, there was s pause. "SLYTHERIN!"

I hopped off and walked towards the table decorated in green. I turned to look at James. Disgust was written all over his face. I quickly took a seat and watched the rest of the sorting. James and Fred ended up in Gryffindor - my house's rival. I watched as James sat down next to a pretty blonde. She giggled and flirted with him. I didn't want to admit it, but I fancied James quite a lot.

After the feast, Professor McGonagall gave a welcoming speech. Everyone was then dismissed and led to their common rooms.

I slept in a dorm with one other girl. Her name was Sarah Goyle. She was short and plump with light brown hair, green eyes, and a button nose. We were the only two Slytherin girls in our year. I liked it that way. More privacy.

That night I slept in 30 minute intervals. A mixture of emotions kept my brain from shutting down. Before I knew it, the sun had risen and it was time for breakfast.

I trudged groggily up the cold, dungeon stairs and into the Great Hall. I sat at the very end of the Slytherin table and munched on toast. When everyone filed in, our timetables were distributed to us. All my classes were with Grryfindor. This meant I had classes with James. James and the pretty blonde. As I wallowed in my sadness, I heard flapping from above. Hundreds of owls came flying in and delivering letters. Morphius landed in front of me with two letters for me. I gave him some toast and he flew away. One letter was from my grandda and one from my mum. I quickly ripped open the one from my mum.

Dearest Chloe,

I miss you very much. I have escaped from St. Mungo's. I just wanted you to know I was never sick. Not even the slightest. I'm sorry this is rushed, but you need to know about your grandparents. Don't trust them, Chloe. Don't fall for their false kindness. They will turn you like they tried turning me. I love you so much, baby girl. I will try to see you soon.

With all my love,

Mum

I stared at my mum's rushed handwriting. My grandparents? Turn me? Turn me into what? Evil? I quickly opened my grandda's.

Dear Mei,

I'm sure your mum has written you about her departure from St. Mungo's. If you know where she is, please inform your grandmum and me. We worry about her, even if she doesn't see it.

There is also something else I must say to you. (I held my breath and read on.) Your grandmum and I are very proud of you getting into Slytherin. The magic I have taught you will come in handy. Keep practicing those spells in the book and keep it hidden. Do well this year. I will see you soon.

Grandda

I looked at the letter in disappointment. It didn't tell me anything. I then got up to go collect my books and head to my first class: herbology.

A/N: Hi all! I just got back from Detroit visiting my boyfriend so I actually haven't written my other story. I really need to get on that. I hope you guys liked this one!