-Recovered Memories-

Summary: They thought she was crazy. "There's no such thing as magic..." her mother would tell her. But she kept to her heart. There was a such thing as magic and she knew it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything by J.K. Rowling but I did think up anything you don't recognize so please don't steal my ideas.

A/N: Just a little plot I thought up and am deciding to have a bit of fun with. I mean, why not?

Chapter Two: Secret Identity

"It does exist! It really, really does!" Lauren continued to shout.

"Lauren! Stop that right this instant!" yelled Alyssa angrily. "There's – no – such – thing – as – magic!" she said snatching the letter from Martin and ripping it apart.

Lauren and Martin stared at Alyssa.

"Alyssa. . . I think you're overreacting. . ."

"I'm not overreacting!" said Alyssa breathlessly.

"I think Lauren deserves to hear the truth-"

"She doesn't know it now; I don't think there's any reason for her to ever know it!" With that, Alyssa jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs into the kitchen leaving Martin and Lauren alone in the bedroom.

Lauren stood there looking at her feet and Martin looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Daddy, why is Mum so mad? It was just a letter. . . about – about magic," said Lauren quietly. Martin said nothing. "I think I need to know the truth about whatever it is Mum doesn't want me to know. . ."

Lauren looked at her father and he looked like he was doing some quick thinking. Then, with a smile on his face he patted a spot on the bed next to him, motioning for Lauren to sit down.

Lauren sat, listening intently for what her father was about to say.

"I just hope Alyssa doesn't kill me when she finds out I told you. . ." said Martin then he continued. "When I first met your mother, I fell in love with her so quickly that I didn't think it mattered if I didn't tell her what I, well, was."

"What were- what are you?" asked Lauren. Martin thought for a moment then continued.

"One day she caught me – Oh, Lauren, you should know. . ." said Martin moving closer to his daughter. "I'm a wizard, Lauren."

Lauren didn't know how to react. "You – you mean, you can do m – magic?"

"Yes, in fact, why don't I show you. . ." said Martin reaching into his bedside drawer. He pulled out a stick which looked distinctly like a magic wand. "Lumos." The end of the wand lit up, like a flashlight, but not.

Lauren dropped her jaw, she didn't believe it. Her childhood dream had come true! Her father was a wizard which meant that – which meant that she was a witch!

Just then Alyssa came into the room and saw Martin holding his wand. He tried to hide it but it had been too late.

"Nox," whispered Martin and the light went out, he slipped the wand into his drawer again.

"Martin, how dare you! We agreed that we were going to raise her like a normal person! You told her you would never tell her about magic!" yelled Alyssa.

"You aren't a witch Alyssa, but Lauren is, you don't understand how important this is to her! She's always wanted to be a witch and you know it! She knew she was a witch ever since she was born. It's in her blood," retaliated Martin.

"I'm not sending her to that – that school! I won't, you can't make me!"

"Oh, but I am going to make you. I know what's best for Lauren and she's going to get what's best. Come on Lauren, get dressed, we're going to go purchase your school supplies," said Martin. Ignoring Alyssa's hateful expression, Lauren ran down the hall to get dressed and Martin dressed in his room.

There were so many thoughts rushing through Lauren's mind. There were so many things she wanted to ask her father. But first of all, why had he hidden his identity from her and why did Alyssa hate magic so much?

- - - - -

"Lauren, ready to go?" called Martin from downstairs. Lauren ran down the stairs.

"Yup!"

"OK, go over to the living room near the fireplace and then we'll get going," said Martin. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of what looked like colored powder.

"Should I wait for you by the car?" asked Lauren.

"The car? No. . . we're going to be traveling by floo powder."

"What's that?"

"Oh, ha, you wouldn't know, would you? It's when you travel through the fire place. You say where you want to go and then it takes you there. Want me to go first?" Lauren nodded. Martin took a handful of the floo power and stepped into the fireplace. He dropped the powder and as green fire exploded around him he yelled, "Leaky Cauldron!" Then he was gone and the fireplace went back to normal.

"My turn then," said Lauren and stepped into the fireplace with a handful of powder. Just then Alyssa came hurtling out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing in the fireplace?" she asked, but before she got an answer she knew exactly what Lauren was doing.

"Leaky Cauldron!" yelled Lauren nervously. She felt trickles of fire around her and then felt herself being pulled sideways. She passed many other fireplaces before finally arriving at her destination.

Once there, she stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron fireplace and saw Martin brushing the soot off his clothes. She looked around. She seemed to be in some sort of old pub and there were many odd looking people inside. They must be other magical people, thought Lauren excitedly.

"Come on, let's-"

But Martin was interrupted because a very, very, very large man had just walked through the door with a boy next to him who looked to be about Lauren's age. He had raven black hair and the most beautiful green eyes Lauren had ever seen. But then she noticed an interestingly shaped scar on his forehead. It almost looked like a lighting bolt. . .

"The usual Hagrid?" a man behind the bar asked the "giant" in the doorway.

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," said the man called Hagrid. Then Hagrid patted the boy next to him on the shoulder. Hogwarts, that's where my letter was from, thought Lauren.

"Good Lord," said the man behind the bar, "is this – can this be - ?"

Suddenly the whole bar went quiet, even Martin looked at the boy in the doorway.

"Bless my sole," said the bartender, "Harry Potter, what an honor."

"Harry Potter. . ." said Martin in awe. Lauren was confused.

"Daddy," said Lauren tugging at Martin's shirt, "Who's Harry Potter?"

"I'll tell you later, let's go meet him," said Martin grabbing Lauren's hand and pulling her into the crowd of people now shaking Harry's hand. Once Martin and Lauren pushed their way up to him, Lauren got a better view of this "famous" boy, yet, she still didn't know why he was so famous.

"Martin Bellafiore," said Martin shaking Harry's hand, "and this here's my daughter, Lauren. I think you two will be seeing each other in school."

Lauren blushed and looked at Harry who smiled. He was really very handsome when he smiled. But then they were pushed away from Harry and were engulfed by the crowd.

Lauren, still blushing and smiling slightly walked away towards the back of the bar and hit a dead end. There was a large brick wall in front of them. Martin took out his wand and counted three up, two across then tapped the brick three times with his wand and the wall slowly, but surely, became an entrance to-

"Diagon Alley," said Martin, "Come on."

Lauren stepped through the entrance and the entrance immediately became a wall once again. She looked around herself and saw all kinds of things. All kinds of people. Everything was so new and wonderful to her.

"Let's go get you a wand," said Martin, "Oh, wait, we must go get you some money first of course! To Gringotts we go!"

They walked down the alley towards a huge building and went inside. There was a long marble hallway with desks on either side. And then at the desk sat – things.

"Daddy, what are those things?" asked Lauren pointing at one of the things sitting at a desk.

"That's a goblin," said Martin and seeing Lauren's terrified expression, "Oh, don't worry, they won't hurt you. Just don't get on their bad side. . ."

The two of them approached a goblin and Martin started talking to it. Lauren turned to see Harry Potter and Hagrid walking into Gringotts as well. Nobody seemed to notice and the goblins didn't seem to care that he was famous.

Lauren saw Harry look over at her and she gave him a small wave and he smiled at her again, except this time she smiled back.

- - - - -

After the roller coaster ride through Gringotts and getting some money, Martin and Lauren headed back towards they could get Lauren a wand. There were peeling letters above the door that read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Martin said he'd go pick up Lauren's books while she got her wand so she walked into the shop alone.

It was very quiet, maybe too quiet for Lauren's liking. All around her were shelves upon shelves of boxes that must've contained wands. She walked up to the desk and was about to ring the bell when she saw an old man walk towards her from behind a shelf.

"Good afternoon," said that man. He looked at Lauren and his wide pale eyes shone like moons in the gloom of the shop.

"Hello," said Lauren awkwardly.

"I remember every one of my customers, Lauren, and I remember when your father Martin came in to get his wand. You have his eyes. Yes, yes, I remember his wand. Eleven inches. Bendy. Oak, unicorn hair. A very nice wand it was – yes. . ." said the man peering around the shop.

He ran off and grabbed a few boxes and placed them on his desk.

"Try this. Twelve inches, yew, unicorn hair," said the man handing Lauren a wand. "Give it swish."

Lauren was left handed so she grasped the wand in her left hand and gave it a swish. The man shook his head and snatched the wand from her hand.

"Maple and phoenix feather, nine inches. Rather bendy," he handed her the wand. Lauren gave it a swish but the man shook his head again and grabbed the wand.

"Ah hah, now this one might do that trick. Willow, dragon heart string, ten inches, swishy." Lauren swished the wand and blue and red fireworks came popping out of the end of the wand.

"Wonderful! There you go."

Lauren paid seven gold galleons that her father had given her and then left the shop with a gigantic smile on her face. More and more of dream was coming true right before her eyes.

- - - - -

After purchasing her other supplies and examining the books her father had bought, Lauren and Martin returned home. Lauren had decided to bring her cat, Snickers, along with her to school.

When they returned home by way of floo powder, Alyssa was very startled to see Lauren appear out of nowhere in the fireplace. She had been reading a book and had screamed when Lauren had climbed out of the fireplace, barely recognizable with the soot all over her face.

"Mum, it's just me, Lauren. It's okay," Lauren had said to make her mother stop shaking.

"You shouldn't have listened to your father about all this rubbish! You needn't go to that school if you don't want to, Lauren. You know," said Alyssa quietly, "I, personally, would prefer if you didn't."

Then Martin appeared in the fireplace and Alyssa walked upstairs to her bedroom with a "humph", she was, apparently, angry with her husband.

"Why's Mum so mad? Magic is great thing! Right?" asked Lauren.

"Well, obviously, not to her. . . I don't exactly know why, though," said Martin, "Don't tell her I said this to you, Lauren, but I think she's just jealous."