Title: From Different Worlds They Came…

Author: Mo Kyousha

Summary: Two different girls. Two different views. Two different worlds. Brought together by a simple thing…magic.

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            The night sky. The colors of white, red, orange, blue. All so hard to see unless you looked very closely. The patterns the stars made. The stories behind them. The asteroids and comets. Everything in the sky had its on story, even the vastness. The pure size of the sky. The infinity of it. The continuation.

It all entranced the young eleven year old girl. She could sit all night and simply watch the stars go by. She could name every constellation and find every planet. Her dream was to be an astrometry professor or an astronaut one day. She doubted her dreams would never come true. Her grades alone would prove it.

"Dashing the hopes will never do." She said quietly to herself. She closed her eyes and opened her senses to everything around her.

Elspeth Milburga was a small, quiet girl that enjoyed nature to its fullest. She had no need of name brand clothes or make up. She was content with her down to earth look. A simple white t-shirt and blue jeans. Her wavy brown hair braided and pulled back into two ponytails with a blue bandana pulled over them. She looked like a simple country girl.

Though she wished she had a story to tell, like the stars. She wished to see things that one could only dream of seeing. A creation of a star, a supernova…something would make her unique and not the simple, quiet girl she was.

She opened her eyes and watched the sky with a childlike curiously. Her eyes roamed the sky looking for a comet or a shooting star. Her eyes were different from most others. They were a reddish brown that almost seemed to be pink in the sunlight. However her beautiful, alert eyes were hidden by a pair of blue half-rimmed glasses.

She slowly creped off the top of house and to her window. With a squeak, her window opened. She climbed through and jumped into her bed, still wearing her daily outfit minus the shoes. As she slowly closed her eyes she wondered what the next day would bring her.

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            Someone else was also watching the sky that night but not just looking for the beauty in it. She was studying the sky was signs of what beheld in the future. If the worse was to come or if the beginning of a new age was to begin. Her sharp, silver blue eyes swept the sky without any luck. She frowned as she gave up and sat in her chair. She twirled a thin piece of wood in her left hand as she thought.

            "There has to be a reason…" She mumbled, absentmindedly waving the piece of wood around. Small blue sparks flew out from it without her notice. Her raven black hair flowed out all around her. The cool light of the moon struck the odd but natural blue strikes in her hair. She pulled her thick, black robe around her to keep herself warm as she continued to watch the night sky.

            The air around her seemed to buzz with a new excitement that she couldn't place. As she was trained, she stretched her senses and looked for the cause. No answer came. She tried again. The same result she had been receiving all night long. She finally completely gave up with a cold look and let her eyes close. She was only going to sleep for a moment but she drifted into a heavy slumber.

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A golden ray of sunlight snuck through the shades of Elspeth's room. It lit up piles of endless junk that lay scattered across the small space. It bounced off one of her braids, turning it almost a dark shade of red. Only a hand and a braid could be seen of the slumbering girl.

A shrill, piercing noise resounded throughout her bedroom, shattering the still peacefulness.

Elspeth reached out and fumbled around her side table, looking for the alarm clock. Once she had a firm hold on it, she threw it across the room and pulled the covers back over her head. Now only one of her braid's stuck out of the covers.

"Lizzy!"

She groaned at the hearing of her nickname. Her door swung open and a small boy with honey colored hair ran across the ran and pounced on top of her.

Will pounding his small fists into her back, he chanted. "Lizzy! Lizzy! Lizzy!" Getting no reaction from his sister, he started jumping up and down on her.

Elspeth snaked out one of her hands and jumped the bouncing boy by his foot. With a yank, he tumbled down and off the bed. "Go back to bed, Tommy…"

"But…" His face crumbled and he started to sniffle. "It's my birthday!"

Elspeth had forgotten all about that. She rolled out of bed and picked up her six year old brother. "Okay…let's go downstairs…" She walked out of her small bedroom and into the main hall of her medium sized house.

Tommy climbed out of her hold and onto her shoulders. "Weeee! I'm King of the World!"

Elspeth sighed and walked into the kitchen/dining room. "Dad!" She walked into island in the middle of the kitchen. "Owww! Okay, Tommy, down." She said ditching her brother on the island.

"But Lizzy…" He gave her his best sad puppy pout.

She wasn't looking or listening him though. A big brown owl was sitting on her stove and her father had a frying pan and was ready to kill it. In it's beak it held a small envelope. It jumped off the counter and soared over to the stunned girl. With a small cry, it dropped the envelope and left.

Elspeth caught the letter and stared at it. "…Now, if this were an everyday occurrence I wouldn't be freak out…" She dropped the letter and ran over to her dad, dragging her little brother with her. "But this is not an everyday occurrence and I am FREAKED OUT!" She shrieked, hiding behind her dad.

"Now, now, Lizzy." Her dad patted her head and bent down to pick up the letter. "I'm sure it's just some sort of prank…" He handed the letter to Tommy. "Here. You can open it."

Tommy smiled happily. His small blue eyes glittered with happiness. He turned it over in his small hands and tried to pry the seal off the back of the letter. "Daddy! It won't open!" Sniffled the small child.

The big man swooped up his son and sat him on his shoulder. "Let me see it…" He took the letter from Tommy and tried to open it. "What the heck did they use to seal this?" He grabbed a cooking knife. "Well, I think force will have to be used for this sucker."

Elspeth shook her head and grabbed the letter from the two. "If I didn't know you were son and father, I would swear you could be brothers." She mumbled under her breath. Her father and brother acted so much alike and looked basically the same. Elspeth stuck out like a sore thumb between them.

Her brother, although only six, was built like their father from all the sports they did year around. They both had honey colored hair that fell gracefully around their face no matter how they did it. Giving them angel like expressions most of the time. Their blue eyes showed brightness and mischievousness. They looked like brothers too, since Elspeth's dad looked like he was sixteen though he truthfully was twenty-nine.

Elspeth opened the letter slowly with her small, thin fingers, trying not to destroy the envelope too much. She pulled out a piece of paper that had the same seal on it that held shut the envelope. She unrolled it and read it.

Miss Milburga,

We are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

            Term begins on September 1.  We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

"Dad…you may want to read this." She handed the letter to her dad. "What's it mean?"

His mouth was set in a thin line as he read the paper. "It's a hoax. Ignore Lizzy." He shoved the letter back to his daughter. "Now, come. It's time for your brother's birthday party." He walked out of the kitchen with Tommy still perched on his shoulder.

Elspeth didn't leave though. She continued to stare at the letter and the envelope it arrived it. 'What does this mean…Could it true that I'm…' She shook her head. "Dwelling on fantasy will never do." She said brightly to herself. She stuffed the letter into the pockets of her robe and off after her dad.

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            "Cilla! Cilla dear!"

            The dark haired girl shifted in her chair. She opened one eye then sat up. "…I slept through the whole night when there was work to be done…" She mumbled shaking her head.

            The door to her room opened and stout, little woman walked in. "Cilla dear, did you pull another one of your all nighter's again?" She picked up discarded clothes off the floor and threw them into the girl's hamper.

The girl winced and stood up to stretch. She was a tall eleven year old. Taller then most. Also by far smarter then them all. Her dark hair swirled around her. "Sorry…" She mumbled.
            The older woman looked around the room. Her face became red and placed on a scolding look. "Priscilla Ethelinda! How many times do I have to tell you to clean up your clothes off the floor!" The stout woman pulled out a thin piece of dark wood and waved it in the air. Immediately the room changed from a messy pit into a decent, clean room.

Cilla winced when her mom said her full name minus the middle one. "I'm sorry, Mum…I forgot…" She yawned and plopped down on her bed. "Is Dad home?"

The stout woman smiled down at her only child. "Yes, he's downstairs drinking his coffee. If you want to check with him before he leaves, you best hurry." With that, she walked out of the room. The hamper following her nimbly.

Cilla watched her mom leave with her cold, impassionate eyes. In silence she rose off her bed and glided across the room. She was frustrated about what was going on. Her father would know. She was sure of it.

She slid down the hall then down the stairs. Quietly making her way to the kitchen. She spotted her father and hung to the wall. With a pounce with she surprised her father.

The big man whirled around with Cilla hanging off his neck. "Cilla!" He shouted wrapping one of his large hands around his daughter's waist. He gently pulled her off his neck. "How many times do I have to tell you!?" He shouted her but Cilla knew he wasn't mad. A glint of happiness gleamed in his dark eyes. He sat her down in the chair across from his.

"Father…" She mumbled looking at her hands. She was never sure how to talk to her father about these things. She had a sixth sense about the future and people. Her father nor mother had that gift. She also looked out of place with her family.

Her mother was stout little lady with a matted head of golden brown curls. She the eyes of a hawk that watched everything with intelligence. They also tended to change to blue when she was mad and green when she happy. Otherwise they were just a mix of the two colors.

Her father though had longish strawberry hair and dark brown eyes. Though he was young he had seen many things before his time. He was wise and extraordinary smart. He worked of the Ministry of Magic in England in the Dark Arts department. He was actually head of that.

Cilla had dark hair with unnatural but natural blue highlights. Her eyes were beyond her time too. The silver blue eyes gleamed with the intelligence of someone five times her age. And she knew it. She knew she was different and she was going to use to her advantage to get by in life.

"Cilla?" Her father asked while sipping his coffee. "Is something wrong?"

She folded and unfolded her hands. She went through her mind what to say to her father. "You see I've had this feeling…that something big will happen. That may even change the course of history!" She blurted out in a hurry.

Her father just stirred his coffee. A thoughtful look was on his face. "Well…err…I have some good news." He handed his daughter an envelope. "I believe someone has been accepted to Hogwarts." He beamed at his daughter forgetting her feeling that something was going to happen.

Cilla looked at the letter with disgust. "Do I have to go to that place?" She shook her head. "I'm smarter then probably all the people there! I really don't see the point of going." She flicked some of hair behind her.

Her father just shook his head. Her mother was the one that came up with the response. "Cilla dear, you really most go. You'll meet witches your own age and then maybe you'll feel that you're more accepted."

Cilla slammed her fist on the table. She startled both her parents with her bout of anger. "I don't care! I am not going! They're all just of a bunch of idiots!" She stood up and left the room mumbling, "There's probably those stupid half breeds and worse…Mudbloods." She murmured with disgust. "There's no way, even if Hell freezes over, am I going to that forsaken school." She stumped up the stairs and into her room.

Stripping her night robe, she threw on her daily set of clothes. A silver sweater vest over a navy blue long sleeved shirt was her first clothes arrangements. Then she put on a black skirt that went all the way down to her ankles. After a bit of looking and searching she found her white running shoes and her favorite pair of black thick socks. Over it all went her starry witch's robe. It was dark navy blue that twinkled with all the constellations in the universe. After she had on her clothes, she picked up her favorite book, Potions: Death and Beyond, and settled down in her chair for a long day of reading.

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A/n: And it's done….