A/N: this is where the fun part of the story starts! I am really excited about where this story is going.

THANK YOU PYRO FOR YOUR HELP!!!

Anywhoos, story ahoy!

This epiphany required a few major changes in the structure of classes, activities, and the castle itself. After a slight construction job, Hogwarts had a new wing, an expanded great hall, and a few more strange corridors. All the while the construction was going on, there were many meetings going on with Dumbledore and all of the professors. Many plans and decisions had to be made over the new students that were to show up at the beginning of the term. It was plain to them that there was no way that the muggles could join the regular students in classes, and in the same house. Not that they were trying to segregate them, but the muggles needed their own house. Dumbledore named the new house Kookumboo, in honor of a dear old muggle friend of his named Harold Kookumboo that was intensely interested in witches and wizards living harmoniously with the muggles. Hired to head the new Kookumboo house was a muggle woman named Breanna Blashak, who came over from America, with the ink still wet on her master's degree in education.

She proved invaluable to them in figuring out what courses the new muggle students would require, and what all it would take to get those classes taught.

Aside from the regular muggle classes of English, arithmetic, science, and others, there would be courses offered alongside the already required muggle studies, witch and wizard studies.

Tyhler sighed as she stepped off of the plane. The vision of her mother danced in her head. The last she had seen of her, she was wearing a hooded sweatshirt pulled forward to cover as much as was possible. Her eyes were glowing an unnatural shade of orange, and on one side of her forehead, she had started growing scales, and her lower lip was almost twice its normal size. Along with many other children, she was being shipped off to London to stay with distant relatives, third or fourth cousins, or something like that, that were pushing seventy. She had only known that they had existed for a week now as her mom tried to find someone for her to stay with until this whole war thing was over. They had been living in horrible conditions thus far, living in fear of every bite they took, and every sip they drank. The shampoo her mother had been using for nearly twenty years started making her skin scaly- literally. Other products were worse, leaving painful marks on their victims or causing violent convulsions. Tyhler herself had a few disfiguring curses upon her, including her ears turning a bright sunshiny yellow, purple hair growing on her arms, one of her legs was missing it's knee joint, and her eyelashes were blinking with vibrant blue lights. The blue eyelashes she liked, since they did, in fact match her dyed hair quite nicely. The only drawback to them was the fact that the blinking made it really hard to get to sleep at night. Like most overseas airlines, LondonAir had provided them with a complete de-hexing mid flight, so she didn't have to worry about that anymore.

As Tyhler walked across the terminal, a customer service agent from the counter came hurrying over and handed her an envelope made from thick parchment.

"This came for you during flight." The woman said, before hurrying back to her spot behind the counter, where a long line was waiting.

Ms. T. Phelps
Seat 19B
LondonAir flight 128
Midair

"What in the…?" Tyhler muttered, shoving it in her pocket, as she looked around the terminal for anyone that looked at all similar to the faded picture her mother gave her that was about 30 years old. The couple her mother assured her would like her, were sitting stiffly on the edge of a couch, with slight smiles on their faces, and looking proper.

Not seeing anyone that even remotely matched the picture, she sat down on a brown leather airport chair and tossed her carryon bag, on the seat next to her. Her carryon bag was last years school backpack, which was covered with patches, attacked with fabric paint, and had dozens of signatures from her closest friends at school. Suddenly feeling very lonely, being in a foreign country, away from her friends, and her mother, Tyhler chewed on her lip ring in anticipation.

A well dressed man with his dark hair slicked back walked up to her.

"Pardon me, but are you Miss Phelps?"

Blinking, she nodded and said, "Yeah, who are you?"

"My name is Miles. I was sent to fetch you." He informed her, showing her the picture her mom had sent to Mr. And Mrs. Henderson so they could recognize her. It was slightly old, being taken the beginning ninth grade, which was almost a year ago. It was taken when her hair was still dyed jet black, and before she got the third hole in her ears, and her lip ring.

"Oh dear." The man sighed, "I suppose they didn't de-hex you mid air as promised."

"Yeah they did." She said, confused.

"Your hair is blue." He informed her.

"Yup." She said, barely able to hold back a scowl as she pushed a strand of her long spiky bangs out of her eyes and slid a stray piece of her long hair behind her ears.

"Oh dear, they won't like that." Miles said nervously as he picked up her backpack and headed towards the luggage carousel.

Following him, Tyhler asked, "What are they like?"

"Calm and quiet, and they like others to be the same." He warned.

When they got out to the vehicle, a shiny Bentley, Tyhler moved to sit in the passenger seat, but Miles beat her to the car, and opened the door to the backseat for her.

As he was driving, Miles started lecturing her about the house rules and expectations. "There will be no horsing around, or rough stuff. Music is not to be played loudly. There will be no yelling. "

"Hey." She interrupted. "Everything you are telling me is stuff I can't do. Why not tell me what I can do?"

"You can be on time for meals, or you will not eat." He started.

"This sucks." She muttered to herself, slumping down in her seat.

"Don't worry, Miss, you'll only be there for a few weeks, until the start of the term at your new school."

"What school is that? She asked.

"St. Vincent's. It's a boarding school a few hours drive into the country."

With a grumble, she shoved the photograph she was still holding, into her pocket, and her fingers brushed the envelope addressed to her so strangely. She pulled it out again, and studied the green lettering on the front. On the back was a peculiar purple wax seal with a coat of arms that had a lion, an eagle, a badger, a snake, and a buffalo crowded around the letter H. Pulling out the letter, it crinkled as she unfolded. It was made from thick paper that matched the envelope

Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft, Wizardry, and Study by Muggles

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Dear Ms. Phelps,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, Wizardry, and Study by Muggles. Please find enclosed a list of necessary equipment; please bring what you can from the list. Anything that is not acquirable before the term starts will be purchased at a special trip to the neighboring city of Hogsmead. Term begins on September 1. Also enclosed is your train ticket. The train leaves from platform 9 ¾ of King's Cross Station at eleven o'clock.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Tyhler furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Why would someone send her an acceptance letter for a school she not only didn't apply for, but also had never heard of? Shaking her head, she shoved the letter back in her pocket with the picture, and settled down into her seat, leaning the side of her head against the door.

Caleb, a tall, wiry boy with spiky blonde hair whistled as he walked down the street. On the end of the bright red leash was Francis, a small terrier type of dog. Caleb waved at a car that passed him by, and turned the corner, pausing to let Francis water the grass next to the curb. Carefully stepping clear of the spot that Francis was just occupying, as he was wearing no shoes, Caleb kept on walking. Suddenly, a flash of yellowish brown caught his eye. Looking up, he caught sight of a tawny owl circling above him. The bird gracefully landed on the fence right next to Caleb, and held out its beak towards him, where in fact, it held a thick letter addressed to him with green ink.

Wondering if he was deranged, Caleb put his hand out and grabbed the letter from the owl, which let go, and took off with a flutter.

Hooking the leash on his wrist so he could open the letter, Caleb kept walking. After he had read the first page, he heard someone call his name. Looking up to see his Aunt Paige standing at the gate to her house, he grinned at her.

"Caleb." she said in her 'mom voice', "What have I told you about walking outside around here without your shoes on?"

"This aint the backroads of Kentucky, there's glass on the street." He said, waving at another car as it passed.

"That's right, and you really don't need to wave at everyone." She explained.

"But that's just a common courtesy!" he said with a shake of his head.

Ever since coming to London a few weeks ago, Caleb stuck out like a sore thumb. He was raised in the rough country outside a small town in Kentucky, and was more comfortable in his overalls, plowing a field on his favorite John Deere tractor, than doing anything in the city. Well, the suburbs surrounding the city, where Aunt Paige and Uncle Gregory lived with their two children, Gabrielle and Harrison, who at three and five, were much younger then Caleb's sixteen years.

His Aunt pushed open the gate for him to walk through, and Caleb walked through and let it shut behind him before kneeling and unhooking the leash from Francis' collar.

"Francis hasn't been walked so much in his life, since you came here." She grinned at him.

"I hate to see him all cooped up inside all the time, why my dogs at home, Jethro and Rusty, only come in at night, they spend all day runnin after rabbits, and other things."

"Well, this is not Kentucky." Aunt Paige said again, like she said to almost everything else Caleb did.

Later that night, Caleb laid on the mattress they had put on the floor of Harrison's room for him to sleep on, having no other room for him to stay in. He couldn't sleep, with the sounds of cars rambling by the house every once in awhile, and the absence of the sound of frogs and crickets that he was used to. Instead, the only sound he could hear was his aunt and uncle downstairs, talking.

"What are we going to do about him?" Uncle Gregory asked.

"I just don't know. I mean, that boy eats more than the lot of us put together, and he can't just wear his half a dozen pairs of jeans and flannel shirts forever. He needs decent clothes, appropriate shoes. We can't bring him to church in his work boots!" she rambled.

"Have you seen Gabrielle and Harrison lately, wanting to walk around outside without their shoes on? And if they pick up on his habit of waving to strangers, that could mean nothing good!"

With a sigh, Caleb turned over, and picked up the letter he had received in such a strange fashion. With the glow of the nightlight plugged into the wall a few feet away from his head, Caleb re-read the words, wondering if this was the answer to his Aunt and Uncle's problems.

Turning over sleepily in her double bed, Tabitha stretched. Instinctively she knew that it was time for her to get up. She just happened to be the kind of person that didn't need to use an alarm clock. She stretched, mentally running her morning routine through her head. She always went for a four-mile run before coming home to shower, and eat a healthy breakfast before going off to work, where she was a co-owner of a small electronics store. She stood up and pulled on her running clothes, and crept across the living room, as to not wake up the two sleeping forms lying prone on her couches. She had almost gotten out the door without interruption.

"Tabitha, is that you?" asked a small voice.

"Yes, Kara, it's me, I'll be right back." She said, reassuring the child, who just buried her face in her pillow and fell back asleep.

Tabitha shook her head. She was definitely not meant to be a mother at this point in her life. When her cousin Carrie from America called her, frantic about the welfare of her children, there was nothing Tabitha could do but say she'd take care of them. At twenty-four, Tabitha was not old enough to be a mother to Kara, who was eleven, and definitely not old enough to be a mother to Edan, her brother, who was almost eighteen. One or the other would be easy to handle, but it was difficult handling the both of them at once.

Keeping her breathing steady, she thought about them as she ran. Kara was a slender child, with the appearance of being fragile. Tabitha knew that when she was in her own environment, where she felt comfortable, she was a lot bolder, but she was timid and fearful of everything around Bristol, where Tabitha lived. Part of that was due to the fact that she was definitely a daddy's girl, and daddy was a whole ocean away from her right now. When she had her mind on other things than the fact that she wasn't at home, Kara was a little songbird, singing cheerfully anything she could think of to sing. She really was a sweet child, but a bit too clingy for Tabitha's tastes. Maybe she could get the child a cat. Kara loved animals, and watched the discovery channel every chance she got. She had even won over the neighbor's feisty cat in one afternoon's time, and even the neighbors knew their cat hated them.

Edan was just the opposite, ready to set the world on fire. Actually, in two ways. He was bold and daring, and ready to do whatever it took to overcome his challenges, and there was the fact that he was an extreme pyromaniac. He always had his trusty Zippo lighter that had his name and it's meaning in Gaelic inscribed on it, Edan, full of fire, which was fitting of him. He was a pro at refilling the butane that it took to light his own personal little flame, because he spent a lot of time using his lighter, and needed to refill it often. Similar to the same way some people had a nervous twitch, or habit, with a brush his fingers; Edan would pop his lighter open, light it, and with a flick of his wrist, close it, extinguishing the flame. Even with his habit of playing with fire, Edan was trustworthy, having proved himself helpful with caring for his sister, doing chores, and running errands. Even though, like most teenagers, he wasn't an early riser, Edan liked to read the morning paper with his eleven o'clock breakfast. He really was an intelligent young man, with the exception of his fondness of fire, which didn't seem too bright to her.

Tabitha bounded up the steps to her second floor apartment. As she opened the door, she noticed her trailing shoelace, and as she bent to tie it, a flash of white flew over her and into the room.

Kara shrieked with delight as a great snowy owl settled itself on the back of a dining room chair, and Tabitha scurried in after the Owl.

Her shriek woke up Edan, who jumped up with a start and picked up his blanket, ready to throw it over the bird in order to get it back outside. However, when he had edged close enough to toss a blanket over the bird, it held its leg out to him, with two letters encased in thick parchment envelopes tied to it. Dropping his blanket, Edan carefully untied the letters and the bird took off, flying straight out the door. Glancing down at the letters, he read,

Edan Larkin
long couch
Wildwood Apartments, G 204
Bristol

Kara Larkin
Short couch
Wildwood Apartments, G 204
Bristol

"Here you go, kid." Edan said as he handed his sister the letter addressed to her, and they both started tearing them open.

"Aren't you the least bit concerned over the fact that those letters were delivered by an owl?" Tabitha asked, a bit shaken over the whole incident.

"Nah." Edan stated, pulling out his letter.

A/N: Whew, one more chapter posted. Review please. Reviews are like high fives from random strangers! High fives from random strangers make your day.