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A/N- Dogs die in hot cars, my only reviewer, this is for you! (And just so you know, there is a part two of this story that will be with Hermione and Ash.)

Mare stared dumbly at the envelope she held that was now threatening to fall out of her hand. She couldn't believe it. A witch? Her, a witch? It didn't make any sense. She did know what she had to do though. Tell Ash. She wondered what he was going to have to say about this. He'll probably think I'm more deranged and dangerous now. She giggled to herself, and grabbed her car keys. She'd call Ash, but first, she'd have to find out his number.

"You're a WHAT?! Mark asked.

"I'm a witch, Mark, or at least that's what these people from this place seem to think."

Mare and Mark were in the car on the way to Burdock Farm. The letter was nestled safely in Mare's purse. She had decided to tell Mark first. It would give her practice for when she had to tell everybody else. They pulled up into the driveway of a house that looked like it had been blown to Oz and back. Mare got out of the car (a used Corvette she'd gotten for her birthday), let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and started up the driveway.

She knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal a girl with eyes like a hawk, and hair like old gold. Kestrel.

"What's the matter?" the girl asked. "Do you need another therapy session?"

Ever since Ash had left, Mare had suffered from small bouts of depression. Kestrel, being the most impulsive and outgoing of the sisters, had offered to become her therapist. In other words, sneaking her out for ice cream and joyrides when she had a bad day. Or when she was supposed to be studying.

It was helping a lot.

"No, not right now. Are the other girls home? I have something I need to show you guys. It's kind of weird."

"Yeah, they're home. What is it?"

"You'll see."

Mare walked in the door, then turned down a hallway into a living room where two other girls were sharing a couch. The one with brown hair got up gracefully and walked over to her and the two girls embraced. Mark took the empty seat on the couch next to a girl with white-blonde hair. Rowan and Jade.

Mare released Rowan, and sat down on a rocking chair, while Rowan replaced herself on an ottoman.

"What's wrong?" Rowan asked, looking concerned, a look that fit her very well.

Mare took another breathe, grabbed her purse, and took out the letter from Hogwarts.

"I got this in the mail today," she said, passing it to Rowan, who in turn passed it to the other girls. "I was wondering if you knew about this place because of the Night World and everything. They think I'm a witch, incidentally."

Jade, who was holding the envelope, dropped it and gasped.

"What! You can't be a witch! We would have sensed it. There has to be something wrong here."

"I know." Mare agreed, "But true or not, I think I should tell Ash. Does he have a cell phone number or something, so I can tell him?

Rowan nodded. "Yes, come in the kitchen."

Mare followed her into the kitchen where Rowan handed her the phone, and gave her a number to call. She punched it in, and the phone began ringing.

Ash was depressed. Being here at the mansion was okay, and working for circle daybreak was fine, after all, he was doing what Mary-Lynnette wanted him to do, but he missed her terribly, and no one around here was any help. Every time he turned around, there was another soulmate couple, happy and together. It got worse every day. He sure wouldn't tell anyone that he cried himself to sleep every night, but he did. He soaked his pillows until they needed to be wrung out. Today had been especially bad. Everyone had taken the day off from meetings to celebrate the Autumn Equinox. That meant all people did was be with each other. He couldn't be with anyone, at least not in that way.

And then, to top off his misery, Quinn had been soulmated to a vampire hunter named Rashel who was here with him. Ash never thought that there would ever be a day where Quinn would have better luck then him with girls, but it was happening now, and it was just killing him.

At the height of his depression, as he thought about this, his cell phone rang. He wondered who could be calling him. Not many people had his new number.

"Hello?"

"Ash?" it was Mary-Lynette! His heart sped up, and he nearly screamed like a girl and dropped the phone from happiness.

"Ash, could you come to the girls' house and pick me up? There's something I need to ask you. And tell you."

Despite the fact that his heart was beating so fast, he managed to keep his cool.

"Are you saying you want me to cheat on our little deal?" he asked slyly, a little too slyly apparently.

"Ash, I'm serious! This is important!" the voice on the other end was stern and sharp.

He cleared his throat. "All right, I'll be there soon."

"Bye Ash, see you soon, and thank you."

"Bye sweetheart."

Ash hung up, snapped the phone shut, and put it back in his jacket pocket. With a new determination and spring in his step, he strode into Thierry's office to tell him he'd be gone a while.

"Okay, I'll give Quinn all your missions while you're gone, except before you go, just tell me one thing. Is Mary-Lynette's last name Carter?"

Ash turned around. "Yes, why?"

"Because I just got a letter from Albus today, and he told me that they'd just admitted a girl named Mary-Lynnette to Hogwarts and that she would be very instrumental in helping the light side win the war over Lord Voldemort."

Ash's jaw dropped. Mary-Lynnette? His Mary-Lynnette? A witch? How was that possible?

Maybe that's what she wants to tell me, he thought, maybe she knows more!

Mare breathed a sigh of relief as she hung up the phone, and stared at Rowan who was standing by the stove.

"Is he coming?" she asked.

"Of course he's coming!" she said incredulously. "Why wouldn't he come? He's my soulmate for god's sake, and besides", she dropped her voice to a whisper. "Bsides, if he didn't come, I'd kick him so hard, he'd be limping for a week."

Rowan snorted loudly at this, a very unusual thing for her to do.

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door of the old farm house, and something told Mare it wasn't Ash.

Ash drove quickly through the Nevada streets, not caring how many speed limits he was breaking. All he cared about was that Mare needed him. After a few hours of driving, he recognized the small town of Briar Creek, Oregon. He drove even quicker over to the girls' house, grateful that there was not really any such thing as a speed limit in this town. But when he arrived, he didn't see any sign of the girls, Mare, or even Mare's brother Mark. But he did see a group of guys in capes around the front part of the house. Looks like someone else got here first.

A/N- Cliffie! I'm so sorry! I'll write again soon! 

Jocelyn