Again, Thank you to all whom read. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. I'm still in Chicago.

RXR

Chapter 4: Flesh Memories and Firebolts

Arriving back in the same spot she originally arrived in Elizabeth hurried up to her room on the second floor and began to unpack one of the trunks, she was only here for a week before Hogwarts. Pulling the scarf off gently she placed it on the bed post, just smiling at the article of clothing before emptying her satchel, finally putting the two Quid player chests on the nights stand next to the chess set box.

Then she came by the letter again, a little crumpled along the edge but still in pristine condition, looking up Jenda was sleeping in her cage, as if the bird had never left in the first place. Gulping she turned it over and saw the seal was just a simple V and C intertwined. Cracking the dark navy seal the cursive handwriting continued out.

Dear Elizabeth Havencrest,

In time of greater need there are places in which to hide,

But duly note that sometimes it's not always best to confide,

Remember your heritage for it can come back to haunt,

Much like the beasts and nymphs of a gaunt.

I live in a plane much less a world of my own doing

Much like the witch's stew that shall always be brewing,

I know you are too young to understand my rhyme

But remember that soon it will come to you in time.

I hide in your soul

And I see all that is clear

I fill deep holes

When trouble is Near

They say I'm horrible

But that is a lie

For I'm not just a story

Living in the night sky.

~V.C.

Dropping the letter down Elizabeth shrugged, the lyrics and poetic verse that had been sent to her she never understood, sighing she picked the letter back up and folded it neatly, sticking it in the blue book Missing Witches of the Roarin' Twenties. Shaking her head at the small book she shoved it deep within her school trunk that had the books she needed along with her wand that still confused her.

"Sweetheart! Dinner!" rushing downstairs at the sound of her father's voice he had set up a small table with their dinner, looking down she smiled at the attempt at beef stroganoff.

"Your mother said you loved this... So I tried the old fashioned way Muggles usually use," she noticed that the sauce pan and regular pot where currently in the sink being cleaned by a brush with soap and water. Taking a bite she smiled happily, strangely enough it tasted fantastic and definitely homemade.

"It's perfect Daddy, you did great," looking up between bites she saw that her father had broken out into a huge grin and she couldn't help but think that she made his day even better. It was interesting however, that he lived here without her mother. But Elizabeths' parents were Aurors for two different Ministry's, one for the United States Department of Magical Inquiries and the other for The Ministry of Magic. They were stationed an ocean away and barely saw each other but still loved each other dearly enough that water could never stop them.

"So I saw you became friends with Albus Potter?" Elizabeth's eyes widened and she choked on a piece of meat and blushed.

"Yeah... He's really nice he helped me in the book shop and then... He got me that scarf of the Harriers..." at the thought she again blushed. Feeling silly she laughed and continued eating not seeing the eye brow of her father raise at her behavior.

"Honey do you like him?" she again choked on another rather large bite of her food.

"NO! Of course not! Me? EW Daddy boys still have cooties at my age!" she didn't make eye contact and tried to think of Paulie, "Besides Daddy, don't forget about Paulie!"

Her father's features frowned at the mention of her childhood friend and she took a sharp intake remembering what the Everfourths' did to the Havencrests'. Of course her mother didn't care much about it for she wasn't a true Havencrest, but in her father's eyes Paulie was more of an acquaintance and not a friend.

"Still, you should really get to know Albus, he has a great family and his father and I work together," smiling at Elizabeth he drank the rest of his water and gave her some cranberry juice. Looking into the red liquid she thought over what she had been doing all day and her gut started to say that she missed Paulie, but the overwhelming sensation of missing Albus took over.

Her father got up and got to work on cutting a pie with knife all the while having a great difficulty not to smoosh his hand into the top layer of the Pumpkin Pie. Giggling Elizabeth got up and walked over to her father and helped him cut the treat. Giving him a generous portion while she took a normal looking sized piece.

Sitting back down at the antique table her father brandished a wand and pointed it at her pie, immediately white puffy whip cream shot out of the tip. Smothering the pie and the lower half of her chin.

"Daddy!" she gave him a pout and started to use her tongue to get any whip cream off of her face while her father laughed nearly out of his chair. To the young girl these moments were the ones she would always treasure and cherish, even the ones of her mother reading to her about the history of American Wizards.

"So what are we going to do tomorrow?" Henry looked up at his daughter, her question leaving a silence in the room, giving into a pensive look he thought for a minute.

"Well, we need to get your robes since your mother gave you her silver cauldron, then maybe... The Quidditch store and I can take you flying?" Elizabeth's eyes brightened and she inhaled the rest of her pie and rushed upstairs only to find the snitch hovering right in her path at the top of the stairs.

"Daddy!" this frightened the poor girl, the snitch wouldn't move and it was exactly at eye level, much like it did during the match earlier that day.

"What is it?" her father came rushing in with his wand out and saw the snitch, his eyes hardened and trained his wand on the golden ball.

"Finite Incantatem!" red sparks shot out of his wand and hit the golden snitch only for it to flutter around and then remove it's position. Elizabeth then stepped forward and gently touched the golden ball only for it to land in her hand and open.

"I should have known... Flesh memories," her father sighed and headed back to the kitchen to finish cleaning the mess from his whip cream incident, however Elizabeth was currently looking at what was inside the Snitch. She remembered it coming out of the Minister's wand but for this to be in here was strange, pulling out a small necklace with a little owl on it she shrugged and let the snitch close and fly around her head.

She couldn't wait for the following day, even after having a dreamless sleep her day got better when she got some bacon with biscuits and butter from her father. However it almost came up when they apparated back into Diagon Alley. This time the place was almost deserted as she walked into Madame Malkin's Shop.

"Oh deary you're so tiny!" the old woman quickly shuffled over to her as one of her assistants helped with a boy that was shrouded with a black cloak currently.

"I'm not that small..." she did have to admit that she had a small frame, she was barely as tall as most of the girls at St. Anne's School of Magical Artistry. And she was in fact petite compared to her towering mother and father. The old woman however had her stand on a block and started to fit her with different cloaks, some for winter, other's for other types of seasons.

"You're the girl from yesterday," turning her head towards the voice she sees the boy Scorpius standing with is mother.

"I'm Scorpius Malfoy by the way, and you are?" her father was currently looking at some new cloaks, turning to the boy she gave a small smile.

"I'm Elizabeth Havencrest," he smirked at her and then she gave him a peculiar look, "What is it?"

"It's just you are an American, I can tell by the accent, and I want to know if you're a pure blood or not," that's when her father stepped up behind her.

"She's a pure blood young Scorpius, now go back to your mother you can talk to Elizabeth later at school," her father seemingly didn't like the Malfoy's she realized later that day after the cloak shop when he stopped her and specifically told her that she wasn't allowed to talk to that boy again, apparently his family was a bunch of dark witches and wizards from when an old evil wizard tried to take over the british wizarding community.

As the two entered the quidditch shop Elizabeth's heart started to beat faster and faster when they headed towards the broom section. Her father gave her a mischievous smile as he just went straight to the counter and the man there just nodded and handed him a large box.

"All done, come on now, lets go home," confused and bewildered she grabbed hold of her father's hand and the familiar shift in the ground alerted her to the apparition process and the tilt back to earth this time caused her to almost vomit.

"Daddy can we not do that again please?" he laughed and handed her the big package, looking at the parchment she tore it away to reveal a box with a lightning bolt on it. Opening it she gasped, the handle sleek and smooth in dark wood and the end bristles all in neat order.

"Your very own personally made firebolt, not one other like it in the world, I knew you liked elder wood so I had them make a firebolt edition just for you, of course it helps to know someone within the makers," he gave her a wink and grabbed an old cleansweep out of the broom cupboard.

"Ready?" he let her reach for his hand and again they appeared in an open field, mounting his broom he hovered above the ground waiting for her to kick off.

Now Elizabeth had always trouble kicking off the ground on a broomstick, even when she was at school if the broom was already flying she would go soaring, but this time she mounted, kicked off, and was flying circles around her father in no time.

"Henry!" her head shot up at the sight of Harry and James, Albus's older brother flying over the marsh towards them.

"Harry! Good to see you, James! You too this is my daughter Elizabeth," not daring to take her hand off of the broom stick she gave him a tight smile and he just gave a loopy grin, his glasses slipped slightly under his messy black hair.

"Albus talks about you constantly now," Harry gave the young boy a look but at the same time a wink to Elizabeth, only causing her to fly lower to the ground in hopes of having herself disappear into the earth.

"Now now James, you are embarrassing the poor girl, we just came to help you learn your new broom! Albus had to be with his mother today so he couldn't come, James volunteered instead however," Harry smiled and her father waved her to fly upwards. Egging her broom to fly slightly closer to them she stopped as James gave her a look and she growled and zoomed around him, thinking of the barrel role that her little Quid player had performed and that of the Harrier's seeker she tried it and appeared behind them.

"Are you sure she needs any teaching Henry? She's quite... Agile," the two older men were stunned at what the twelve year old just did, much like what she happened at the World Cup yesterday with the snitch.

"That's true Harry... I just have a feeling that..." that's when Henry noticed his daughter staring at him with questioning eyes, drifting off from his train of thought he smiled.

The four of them decided to race and thus they began a fun afternoon filled with different types of broom tricks and maneuvers, when the sun was almost set they bid farewell. The week flew by as her and her father traveled around london and visited places unlike any she has ever seen. They had visited Diagon Alley to get Jenda some owl food and also a small pouch that could be strapped to her leg for small messages.

The Pygmy owl was having attitude problems, she wanted to fly but at the same time only in the house and only in certain parts of the house. She also hated being called 'little' one time when Elizabeth's father called Jenda 'little' the owl turned around hooted and proceeded to poop on his head. Something they learned was better then getting bitten.

However her and Albus grew closer with the little notes that the tiny owl would pass back and forth, considering that the great snowy owl the potter's possessed was too large for such a small venture between the two.

Soon it was the day before she had to be sent off to the Hogwarts Express train and to a life beyond anything she could imagine.

RxR

~Scarlett Riley