Disclaimer: J. K. Rowelling owns all Harry Potter things, even though there aren't any in this chapter.

A/N: set in the summer before Hogwarts school year of 2016 to 2017, so basically in 11 years if I did the math right.

We sat around the table eating in dead silence. Dead silence is the best way to describe it; we all seem dead since grandma died. I know my grandpa never really talked much, and most people said he didn't have emotions. However, I had seen him laugh or get a mad a couple times, but now I saw all his emotions died away with grandma. I stared at my mom, whose black hair looked blue tonight. My grandma had always told me stories how my mother always wanted fiery red hair, like my hair, and how she had started dyeing it to that color, but then for some reason stopped and changed it to pitch black. I tried asking my grandma why, and she didn't know. I asked my mother and she told me vaguely she wanted a drastic change. That was my mother, vague. When I asked about my why I had a non-existing father, she told me it was just because. Seriously, those were her exacts words.

My mother was taking her fork and just flipping over one piece of lettuce in her salad. My mother always ate a salad, and never had any dessert. That didn't stop my mother from eyeing me enviously when I had dessert, but every time she did that, my grandma would poke at my mother's small belly. This made my mother very mad, but it did stop her from eyeing my dessert.

At the end of dinner, I knew not to expected dessert. My grandma was the only one who let me eat dessert; my mother was always health conscious about the food I ate. And what I predicated held true, no dessert.

My face fell in disappointment. It was going to be the last family meal we had together because my grandpa was moving to a nice condo in Florida near his brother. My mother saw this face and gave in.

"Fine, since it will probably be our last family meal for awhile," my mom said, as she pulled out some brownies. She asked her father, "Want any Dad?"

My grandpa shook his head. My mother cut me a brownie and asked my grandpa, "Are you sure everything you need is packed? Do you want us to come down to Florida with you had help you set up?"

"No, my brother Tommy said he would help me," my grandpa.

"I'd like to see that happen," my mom said underneath her breath. I had never met my grand uncle Tommy, and I had a feeling that neither had my mom. I doubted if my grand uncle Tommy knew who I was, I know my grand uncles Jimmy, Beefy, and Lenny did. I also knew that my grand aunts Bubbles, Birdie, Sue, Nancy, and Anna knew who I was. I knew my aunts Sandy and Margee knew who I was, and so did Sandy's fiancé Ethan. Even though I hardly remember my great grandfather Lenny on my grandma's side, and my great grandfather Dick on my grandpa's side, I knew they loved me. They had also passed away.

I looked at my grandpa, and said, "I am going to miss you a lot!"

"Don't worry, I always will be thinking of you," he told me. He looked around and said, "This place is oddly clean."

We were eating in my mother's and I small condo in the town she grew up in. She had managed to get the same condo her friend had lived in, and told me stories as to why one part of the carpet was white and the other part was a off yellowish white.

"We might move," my mother informed him.

My grandpa looked at my mother and asked, "Where and why?"

"I've heard of this school over in the city, and there is a really good chance Krystal could get in. And if she does we will move, that way giving her a better opportunity to succeed in life," my mother told him, trying to convince herself that moving was a good idea.

I looked at my mother with a look of curiosity, she had mention something about a school before, but once again, she was vague about the information.

After I finished my brownie, my mother said, "I am going to take my dad home now, say good bye."

I went up and hugged him and said, "I love you, and I'll miss you so much."

"I love you too," he told me as he went out to the car.

"Put your dish in the sink, and then go to bed," My mom told me has she left to take her dad home.

After I put my dish in the sink I started thinking about how odd my mom has been acting since June and it was now the beginning of August. Also, I had a moth left till I was officially 11. I knew that my family situation was strange because my mom was only 27 and everyone around my age had moms the ages 31-45. Another reason I knew my family was strange was because my whole's dad side was a blank, not even a picture of him. Trust me I had checked every single nook and cranny of that condo, and nothing!

As my mom was pulling out of the parking lot to take my grandfather home, he asked, "What school?"

"A school like the one her father went too," my mother informed him. "In fact, it's the same school."

"But that's in England," my father stated his mouth open with shock.

"Yup," my mom said trying to hold back her emotions. Then my mother added, "And she got in."

pretty much just a prologue, and it get's more in depth later on, but right now I just need to show you Krystal's mom and her family. please read and review!!!