Author's Note: Sorry for not updating in a while, I knew what I wanted this chapter to be, I just couldn't find a way to phrase it. Thanks so much for reading and I hope you like it!

"Hello, yes this is Heather speaking. What? Are you sure it's the best idea... Oh. Well, she's over in the kitchen, one sec... BIANCA! SOMEONE WANTS TO SPEAK TO YOU! Yes, she will be right over."

Bianca looked up from her breakfast of oatmeal and toast when Aunt Heather screamed for her from the living room. With a sigh, she set down her cup of coffee and hurried into the living room where her aunt stood with her arm outstretched, a telephone in her hand.

"It's for you dear," she said. "Your father would like to speak with you."

Bianca stood shock still. Her dad hated more than anything else the wizarding world, and his one and only daughter had just learned she was a witch. Aunt Heather must have telephoned him last night and told him everything. Would he be mad? Why else would he want to talk to her? However, Aunt Heather was beckoning her towards the phone, and she had no choice but to pick it up and answer.

"Hello...?"

"Bianca, flower, how are you doing in England sweetie?"

Her dad had called her his flower. That was his pet name for her, and it had been since she was two years old. He never called her that when he was mad. He sounded genuinely concerned for her welfare. Thing were looking up. Maybe Heather hadn't told him yet.

"Just fine Papa, Aunt Heather has been very kind to me."

"How was your journey? Did you make it on time?"

"Yes, it was just fine. Aunt Heather sent one of her friends to help me catch my trains. He met me in Italy and left once we got to London."

"Good, good. Has Heather told you?"

"... told me what?"

He gave a loud sigh. "She told me the news last night. You got your letter to Hogwarts. I assume she told you everything you need to know."

"You aren't... mad?"

"No, well maybe just a little, but Heather made me see reason. Hogwarts was never going to let you get away, I should have accepted that long ago. I should have been the one to tell you about the wizarding world, I should have been the one to take you shopping in Diagon Alley, I should have been the one to drop you off on your first day of school at the train station. However, I was selfish, and now I can't do that for you."

"You can't?"

"No, Heather will take you to everywhere you need to go. I still don't think I can live like I used to, with magic. I will send all of your things to Heather's, you can live with her from now until you go to school in September. I will write to you as often as I can."

"I know Papa."

"I love you flower, you know that right? No matter what happens?"

"I know that Papa. I love you too."

"Bye Bianca, I will talk to you later." And the phone went dead.

Bianca stood there, the phone in her hand, and looked up at Aunt Heather. There were tears in her aunt's eyes.

"Did he tell you sweetie? He told me he was fine with the news last night when I told him. You're going to live with me now."

"I know, he told me too."

"Good, I think things turned out as good as they possibly could have. Grab your bags and your shopping list, we are going to Diagon Alley."