A/N- I would have gotten this out sooner, sorry, but hell froze over. That prevented me a bit.

Lizzy left at the house at 4:00. Despite her brothers' and sister's mocking cries about her boyfriend, she insisted she just wanted to walk around a bit.

She reached the park again. There were a few small children playing on a slide a little ways away but no Harry. She sat down on a swing and puzzled this. Had it really been just a dream? Or had it really happened but she had scared him off the day before.

A boy appeared at the on the far side of the park. Lizzy perked up. She recognized that messy black hair. Harry came and sat on the swing next to her. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"Tell you what?"

"Don't play dumb. I owled Dumbledore and told me."

"Told you what?" Lizzy was now thoroughly confused.

Harry shoved the letter into her hand, and she read.

Dear Harry:

Thank you for informing me. I did a little research and I found an Elizabeth Johnson in your immediate area. There's something I think you should know about her. After locating her, I preformed a spell and found large traces of magic in her blood. She is not a muggle, she's a witch.

Lizzy dropped the letter. A witch? Her?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry repeated. "You didn't have to pretend you didn't know who I was, or what a muggle was. You could have just sat a gawked at me."

"Wait! A witch?! But...witches don't exist! What type of prank are you playing at?!"

"What are you playing at?! The games up. I know you're a witch, no need to pretend anymore."

Lizzy's head was spinning. Magic doesn't exist. First she finds out her dreams are real, and now she finds out she's a witch.

Harry studied her expression, "You didn't know did you?" Lizzy shook her head slowly, still not believing. "I'll write Dumbledore, see what to do. Meet me here tomorrow? Same time?" Lizzy nodded and they went their separate ways.

Lizzy was oddly quite that day. She poked her dinner absentmindedly with her fork. The conversation between her and Harry kept replaying in her head. That can't be right. She can't be a witch.

Her mother seemed to guess something wasn't quiet right, "Lizzy, what's wrong?" Lizzy murmured something inaudibly and excused herself from the table. She went upstairs and threw herself on the bed. Does magic truly exist?

She took her contacts out and replaced them with her glasses. She surveyed herself in the mirror. Elizabeth Michelle Johnson, the witch. It just didn't sound right. They must be mistaking her with someone else. Yes, that was it. This Dumbledore guy must be wrong. There's no way she could be a witch.

Lizzy lay back down on the bed. This was all just a miss understanding. They'd realized this tomorrow. With this thought in her mind, she fell into an uncomfortable sleep.

Harry stayed up writing a second letter to Dumbledore: Dear: Dumbledore

I confronted her. She seems not to know about anything. I told her to meet me again. If you would write a letter-explaining thing, I could give it to her. You could probably explain things a lot better then I could.

I think there might be something else that either she's not telling me or she doesn't know. Such as, why she's having those dreams. Please respond soon.

Harry

Sighing, he sent Hedwig out with the letter once more. He stared at the ceiling for a while before finally falling asleep.

Lizzy woke up unusually early. She sat down and began drawing her dream. It was the first time she'd had a repeat dream. She'd often had some that were similar, but never exactly the same.

It was a large man telling (a much younger) Harry something. Though you couldn't tell by the picture, he had been telling Harry he was a wizard. He sort of freaked out and thought that was impossible too. Maybe, just maybe it wasn't that impossible for her to be a witch.

Lizzy needed someone to ask advice from. She couldn't wait until he meeting with Harry, and if she asked one of her parents they'd just get suspicious. That left her with one real choice.

"Do you believe in magic?" She asked Mrs. Figg as she helped her peel potatoes.

Mrs. Figg eyed her suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Um..." she was beginning to wish she had waited to ask Harry for advice. "Like...witches and wizards and things."

"Aren't you a bit young for make-believe?"

Lizzy's heart sunk, "Yes, I guess so." She should have known not to ask her.

"But..." Mrs. Figg continued, "I suppose, it could be possible for some people to have extraordinary powers, and to be able to do extraordinary things." The old woman smiled at Lizzy in a way that made her sure she knew something. It kind of unnerved her.

She met Harry again. That sat on the swings as usual. "I think the person I'm staying with knows something."

"Who are you staying with?"

"Some crazy old lady named, Mrs. Figg."

Harry's eyes widened. "Mrs. Figg?" Lizzy nodded. "Yeah, she knows something. She's not a witch, but she's from a wizard family. She what is called a squib. That's someone born from magic but doesn't have any in them."

Lizzy stared. So far on this trip she'd found out one amazing new thing each day. She almost worried about tomorrow when she'd find out her parents were actually elephants.

"So, what exactly does a witch do? I mean I can't really do any magic so...how does that work?"

"Most witches and wizards go to school when they're eleven. I'm not sure why you didn't. But I asked Dumbledore a few things last night and her wrote you a letter." He handed Lizzy an envelope.

Dear: Miss Johnson

As Mister Potter has told you, you are a witch. We are looking into why you did not receive a letter from a magic school in your area. We would be pleased to accept you as a student this year. You would have to work extra hard to catch up with your classmates, but I am fully confident that you are able to do so.

Term begins September first. Please ask Mister Potter to owl your reply. He will also be in charge of making sure you get your school supplies. The list is enclosed.

Albus Dumbledore

Lizzy stared at the letter and handed over so Harry could read. "I'm in charge of getting your stuff? Jeez thanks Dumbledore. Uh..." he looked over the supply list. "Hm...well, you can use my old books, that takes care of most of this list, and I won't be needing them so that'll work. And you can come to Diagon Alley with me and the Weasley's next week. I'll ask them. And you can borrow some of my money to buy the rest. How old are you?"

"Fourteen," she answered still taking it all in. "I'll be fifteen in January."

"Yeah. That'll work. So you'll be in fifth year."

"Could you go with me?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"For what?"

"When I tell my parents that I'm a...a witch. Could you help me?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, I can't imagine how hard that would be." They stood up and began walking to Mrs. Figg's house in silence. Neither of them could think of anything to say.

Lizzy turned the doorknob slowly and entered the house. Her family and Mrs. Figg were all sitting in the living room talking over tea and another round of cucumber sandwiches. Mrs. Figg never seemed to tire of them. "Mom, Dad...I have something to tell you."

Mr. Johnson stood up suddenly eyes wide. "You're pregnant aren't you? And he's the father," he said pointing at Harry.

Both teens looked disgusted, "No!" the shouted in unison.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, "I know, but you should have seen the looks on your faces. It was priceless. So, what'd you want to tell us?"

Lizzy and Harry sat in the chairs across from her parents on the couch. "Well...um...I'm not quite sure where to begin..." Lizzy started awkwardly.

"The letter," Harry whispered, and Lizzy handed it to her parents.

They read it in silence as her siblings craned their necks trying to read it themselves. Her parents looked up suddenly, "This is a joke right? To get back at me for what I just did right?" Her father said in a voice of pure shock.

Lizzy shook her head. "No. I'm a witch."

The six eyes of her siblings suddenly widened. "A what?"

"A witch?"

"Like as in magic?"

Lizzy nodded slowly. She hoped they would accept it.

"Why didn't you get the letter before?" her mother asked.

"Dumbledore's looking into that. He doesn't know yet," Harry covered for her sensing her distress.

"I thought Dumbledore knew everything," her father mused. "This is one for the record books."

Everyone's eyes widened. "What?!"

Mr. Johnson laughed at their faces. "My brother went to Hogwarts, that's how he knows so many people over here. It was just a bit of a surprise when you gave us this. Can you believe it? I never thought I'd have a witch or wizard in my family."

Lizzy relaxed. That's where she got her magic. She had never met her father's brother he had died shortly before she was born. She often regretted that, he she'd like and interesting man.

"Some friends and I are going to get school supplies next week. Lizzy's welcome to come along. And you are too, if you want." Harry said still feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Mr. Johnson nodded, "Sure. We've been here three days and we haven't been to London. I guess we can use that as an excuse," he finished smiling slightly.

Lizzy went to bed late that day. Her eyes closed when she heard a voice.

"Are you really a witch?"

Grey eyes opened reluctantly and stared into ice blue ones. Emma was laying on her bed to, wide-awake. "Yes." And she turned back over to go to sleep signifying the conversation was over.

Emma didn't get the signal. "Then prove it. Turn the bedside table into a pig or something."

Lizzy groaned, she was too tired for this. She turned back over to face her sister, "It doesn't work like that. I'm not trained yet. That's why I'm going to school."

"Why didn't you go to school before?"

"I don't know. I didn't get a letter. Dumbledore's checking. You're supposed to get one when you're eleven."

Emma raised an eyebrow, "If you're a witch, does that mean I'm a witch? Will I get a letter when I turn eleven? Or will the same thing happen to me?"

"No," she was trying to make it short so she could get some sleep, but the nine-year-old wasn't getting it. She seemed to have more question in her head then Lizzy herself first had. "It doesn't work like that."

Emma finally gave up her extensive questioning, muttered something that sounded like, "just you wait and see," and went to bed. And Lizzy was finally able to sleep.

A/N-She finally knows the true. Okay, show of hands. How many people didn't see that one coming? I thought it was kinda obvious, but that just me. I thought something else was obvious too, but I asked my friend and she came back with something else thatwas saidlast chapter. Thatwill not happen!!! Now that I've completly confused you, I'm gonna go! Chio.