The underground chamber I am in is massive, the walls on either side of the chamber are covered with brick rooms with large bay windows, and the great statue in the middle shows many races I haven't even seen before. All around people in strange robes wander around. "Welcome to the ministry of magic Ilia, the government of magical Britain!" announces Mr. Potter.

As he guides me through the ministry various people walk past greeting Mr. Potter and giving him thanks. Mr. Potter tells me that today is 20 years since the end of a dark lord and how the ministry is quieter than usual as many are paying respects to the dead. We head towards an elevator on one side of the chamber and Mr. Potter hits level two. Suddenly we go flying upwards, Mr. Potter tells me that we are headed for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. "As we have no knowledge of who your parents are at the moment, we will have to give you temporary residence here. This is so that the ministry can carry out an investigation to find your parents." he says as we step out of the elevator.

After several minutes traversing the Department Of Magical Law Enforcement we arrived at a desk with a stern-looking strangely hatted witch. "Who is this Mr. Potter, the ministries child protection rooms are seldom used." She questions him with a hoarse voice.

" This is Ilia, I don't know her family name or her background and neither does she." Harry answers.

"I guess you brought her here so the ministry can find out about her?" she responds to harry before motioning towards me and asking "Are you alright Ilia? It must be horrible to not know who your family is. I wonder if you have amnesia or have been obliviated."

I pause for a second before saying "Well, I don't remember having a family so I don't know what its like to have one. I'm alright I guess." This causes the black hatted witch to change her expression a couple of times before she says "Follow me I'll get you a room."

Following her down a lazily lit corridor she opens a door on the right with the number 14 on it. Inside is a bed, a large bookshelf and an empty wardrobe. "Ilia, this will be your home for now, meals are at 8am, noon and 6pm respectively and send you some sets of robes, if you need anything please ask me at my desk." she explains to me with a smile before leaving me alone in my room. `You did well Ilia, sorry I was quiet but I was checking you over for things like nargles, the answer is no as it seems.` thinks Luna to me trying to calm me down, `They won't be able to work out who you are you know, your blood is that of a Lovegood now but we never allowed the ministry to archive our blood and most other methods are illegal.`

About an hour later I hear a loud knock at the door. "Come in." I call out to whoever was behind the door. A short fair-haired witch strides into the room, a pile of clothes in her tiny hands. "Hello Miss Ilia, here are some robes and some muggle clothes as requested. May I have your am for a second?" She asks me as she places the pile of clothes down on the bed. I nervously pass my arm over to the witch and she points her elm wand towards my shaking arm. After muttering a spell, a single drop of blood can be seen at the end of her wand which she hurriedly drops into a jar. "Don't worry about that, we're just trying to determine who your parents are through these blood samples. So do you feel alright after that, some people feel slightly queasy after these sorts of tests. We should get some results in a couple of days, so sit tight and why don't you read some books to give you a head start at Hogwarts ."

I look at the library and skim over the many leather backed book covers, and Luna points out a couple of them :`That there is the standard book of spells series, we used them all the time back when I was in Hogwarts- come take a look, you should learn the theory of them so you only need to master the incantation.` I sigh, why do wizards have to have long books to study, you'd think they'd magic up some other way of learning. Grabbing The Standard Book Of Spells Volume 1 off the shelves I start to read, all the spells are ordered in alphabetical order with spells such as the fire making spell situated before those such as the softening charm. The book is reasonably easy to read and starts with an account of how to classify spells into different categories such as how a charm is a spell which effects an object whereas spells directly changes an object. `It's quite interesting isn't it.` Luna remarks, `This book was the first book I ever studied when I walked into charms class all those years ago, and the spells are useful in everyday life.` By the time I've finished reading up about the fire making spell Incendio, I hear a knock at the door once more and I get up and open it.

"Food is being served just down the corridor on your left," says the woman from the desk earlier," There are only a few others here at the moment, but you should try and make some friends." I walk into the dining room and I can already see three others sat eating some pie at an ovular table. I take a seat next to a fluffy haired kid slightly taller than me. "Hi, what's your name, I'm Lewis, nice to meet you." He asks while chewing on a bit of the pie.

"Hi, I'm Ilia, hope you don't mind me taking a seat here," I say, "I only got here an hour ago."

"Huh, I got here about a week ago after my parents apparently weren't safe to live with." He says, "But it'll all be fine, they only used a small charm to get me to do more work."

"Really, I woke up without any memory of who I was an hour ago." I lie to him, "What charm did they use on you?"

"The imperius charm. The ministry said it was unforgiveable, but it didn't seem that bad."

`WHAT! The imperius charm is one of the three unforgiveable curses – curses so bad those that use them are sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban – our prison` Luna exclaims to me mentally. `What sort of parent would do something like that?`

I start eating the pie, magically enchanted to be pie flavour, and its way more delicious then I thought it would be – as if it was designed to appeal to my taste buds. Wafting up from the pie, the glorious smell of pastry encourages me to dig in further when suddenly Lewis asks "I like you, would you mind being friends?" My mind spins when Luna buts in and says `You don't know him well enough – most people are only fake friends, wait a while.`

"No thank you Lewis – maybe one day but today is not the day." I politely smile to him.