Mum spooned up some of her ice cream and slowly swallowed it. "The building we went to the other day, the one underground, was the Ministry of Magic."

"The Ministry-?"

"SHHH!" Lily demanded from the other side of the table. I took another spoon of ice cream and promptly shut my mouth.

"Your father worked there. He was a wizard, but he was undercover as a muggle." At the look on her faces, she realized that she was saying a lot of stuff we didn't understand. "A non-magical person. He worked in the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable. That's why we were moving and vacationing all the time." That explained a lot. Not that going on vacation hadn't been fun, but we did it loads.

Mum's voice dropped down to a whisper, "Your father was killed by an evil wizard, called...called...called Voldemort." The name sent shivers up and down my spine. "Your father had information he wanted, but your father would not give it to him. So Voldemort killed him."

We were all silent for a moment.

"But on a lighter note," Mum said, her expression brightening, "You two," she said, looking at Lily and I, "Have been excepted to Hogwarts!! You are witches!"

Lily and I exchanged looks. "Hogwarts," Mum explained, plowing on, "Is a school for witches and wizards to learn spells and magic and potions!" I looked around, now that I thought about it, there was a lot of astonishing shops around. There was one selling robes, and way down the street where I was looking, was a shop selling flying brooms. It was called "Quality Quidditch Supplies" (whatever that was).

Soon everyone was finished with their ice cream. Mum stood up and happily exclaimed, "Where do you girls want to start?"