A little song
Sung for you
Inside this box
As old as it is new

A little hymn
A little desire
A little spark
To fuel your fire

Something tarnished
Something rust
Something covered
By a layer of dust

An old hope
An old friend
An old memory
Resting on the stand

Each word was gently whispered into the air, a frail shard in the silence beyond the sweet music of the box resting in a young girl's hand. She kept her eyes shut tightly, remembering when she had been taught the song first. She had been too young to fully remember it, but being taught again afterwards had brought the faint memories back. They were bittersweet in ending as the music box slowed, straining to finish a few last notes. When it ended, she opened her eyes, watching the music box resentfully. She set it carefully on a bedside table the sat to her right, and dropped herself onto her bed.

Her head hit the pillows and she stared at the ceiling. Her gold-brown hair splayed across the white pillows, and her moonstone pendant fell beside her neck, its silver chain twisting. She sighed lightly, and turned her head towards the bedside table. Her dual-colored eyes focused on two letters placed on top of it. Moving onto her side, the girl took the letters and sat up. The first letter appeared to have come from her friend; a spunky black-haired girl named Kira; who was currently in Spain vacationing. A hopeful smile crossed her lips, and she opened the first letter without a thought. Kira would most definitely provide her with the laughs she needed now.

Kira's letter was filled with small things that made her giggle, little jokes that only they knew. It was a relief to feel happier, to the girl addressed as Calla in the letters. After reading the letter a few times, Calla set it to the side, along with a few silly photos that had been sent in the letter, and picked up the other one. It was slightly odd, with glittering emerald ink drawn delicately onto the envelope, forming her name and address. And house. And room. But there appeared to be no stamp, or postmark. She dropped the letter abruptly, eyeing it warily. A couple of jabs to the parchment envelope and Calla had deemed it safe to examine. She snatched it back up, turning it in her hands. Upon the back was a wax seal with a detailed crest of something. It was shaped with a shield, sectioned into four. There was an animal placed upon each section, surrounding the letter 'H'. She didn't recognize the crest though.

She waited another moment, as if expecting some sort of invitation or explosion to come from the letter. She slid her finger under the seal, opening it up. A few slips of parchment fluttered onto her bed. The first bit of parchment had a fancy heading in black ink reading 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'.

"Witchcraft and Wizardry? Is Kira playing a prank?" Calla asked, her voice thick with an obvious Irish accent. She quirked an eyebrow, continuing to read, wondering just how elaborate this joke was supposed to be.

'Dear Miss Pacha,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,'

"Dad…?" Calla stood slowly, the parchment held tightly in her hand. She strode to the door unsurely, opening it. She walked into the hallway outside her bedroom and down the stairs that led to the den her farther would most likely be in.

As was to be expected, Calla's father was sitting in the den on their old burgundy sofa. His hair was cropped short, a chestnut brown color with specks of grey and slightly balding, while oval-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and cool grey eyes watched the news that their television was spouting.

"Dad?" Calla piped up over the T.V. a bit, hoping to catch her father's attention.

"Hm?" He turned his head, pushing his glasses up with a finger. Calla held up the parchment, moving closer so he could see it better. She watched as he scanned over the paper, reading a few lines. Upon finishing he grimaced.

"What? What is it? Do yeh think Kira is playing some sort of joke?"

"No, Calla. I don't believe this is any sort of joke…" His voice was deep, laced with a gentle tone, the Irish accent evident as well. "Honey, well; please sit down." Calla's eyes reflected worry as she sat down beside him. She set the letter to the side and watched his face. His expression changed a couple of times and he clicked off the television. "I want to be truthful with you so…I'll tell you bluntly." He paused, carefully watching his daughter's curiosity spring into her eyes. "Your mother…Your mother an' I…are of a magical bloodline that extends well back."

Calla's face paled, but she managed to stutter a bit, "Tha'-tha' would mean…I-I would be… one... too…Yer kidding, right? Please?" She pleaded. He shook his head.

"No, I'm not; you're of pure blood. Both of our families were purebloods. In turn, you've inherited that as well. I'm so very sorry you didn't know any of this sooner." His eyes were caring, truly meaning every word he said.

"How come I didn't know before!" She snapped, not really meaning to. She was nervous, and a bit upset.

"We didn't tell you sooner because we wanted you to live a simple life, or as simple as you could. We wanted it to be normal for you. Your mother and I were going to tell you a few years ago…She was so excited to teach you when you were old enough. But since it didn't turn out the way we had planned, I postponed it. I could bear to think about explaining a new way of life to you alone."

"Oh." She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, just like every other time it came to speaking about her mother. "Mum wanted me to be one then?"

"Yes. She did very much. Before we moved, you would have been attending the same school as we did. But I've heard wonderful things about Hogwarts, really." He smiled sadly, wanting her to understand better.

"I'll be going then? Whether I want to or not?"

"We're to find an owl as soon as possible. But we can wait a few days if you'd like to think a little more first." Calla's eyes welled up with tears that threatened to stream down her cheeks. She bit her lip and took a hold of her father's left arm, clinging to it.

"Dad!" Calla whimpered, "You're kidding? Please tell me you're joking! I don't want to go! I can't! Please!" Her father gave her a sorrowful look, and put a hand onto her shoulder.

"No, I can't tell you that. It wouldn't be truthful."

"B-but! Wizards an' witches aren't-can't really be around us! They can't!"

"Calla, please tell me how you think the unexplainable events can be explained? The times we've made it through? I'm sure you have even used minute amounts of magic without realizing it. Please believe me; for your sake, for your mother's sake?" Calla fought back glaring at her father, and settled for letting her cheeks be stained with salty tears.

"It's going to be just like here, isn't it? Isn't it? I-I don't even know anything! Dad, I can't go!"

"Trust me, just please trust me. It'll be best if you go. You may not see it right now-"

"I don't want to see it later! I want to see it now!"

"Calla!" Her father's voice was firm, it was a hushing command, but not harsh. She closed her mouth quickly, not daring argue again. There was no use in it but wasting breath. Mentally, she still sulked, arguing within her thoughts. "I will answer you anything you ask, I will tell you 'why', I'll show you photos, proof, just cooperate with me. It's not as simple as it seems for me either. Remember, I have to send you away; I have to teach you what you need." She hung her head, beginning to feel the argument in her mind quiet in favor of the guilt that was seeping in instead.

"Why then? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you raise me like one?"

Her father began telling the reasons why Calla had been raised the way she was, and just how important this school was. It lasted a long time, being spread into topics regarding her mother, her family, old friends and homes, new prospects, anything that was to be thought of during their talks. Calla sobbed, and smiled, wished and worried, snapped and listened, sat and stood. Their conversation took a great deal of emotional toll on the both of them and it hadn't seemed long before her father had bidden her to bed, reassuring her again of the future.

After Calla had said goodnight, she trudged up the stairs leading to the hallway outside her room. She had left the parchment letters on the couch, almost forgotten until the morning. She closed her door tiredly and changed into her nightclothes. Lying under the blankets draped across her bed, she stared at the inky sky outside her window, an indication of just how late it had become. Her eyes were absentmindedly drawn from one star to another, settling on the moon moments later. She faintly wondered why the moon drew so much attention to itself, being the brightest light in the black of the sky.

It never really drew the stars to it, they remained dimmer and out of reach, but it beckoned the attention of the entire waking world. Or so it seemed. It was a thought that entertained her yet naïve mind. In another part of her mind, she wondered about the old myth she had been told. If it was true, then she really was where she was supposed to be.

She wished to see her mother again. She would listen to the stuttering thoughts as Calla began to close her eyes. It was almost a wish in vain, had it not been for the photograph of a young woman on her bedside. In the dark of her room, the photo's true colors were tougher to make out, but still visible.

The woman had soft golden-brown hair, silkily falling across her shoulder, and vibrant icy blue eyes. She had a youthful smile, an appetite for life. It could be seen in her eyes. Calla smiled back at the photo, and shut her eyes tightly. A few tears slid down her cheek, but she fell asleep quickly.

One could only attempt to fathom the dreams that pursued the exhausted girl this night.

A/N: Alright. Re-read, re-tweaked, re-written, added on. I didn't feel as if this chapter was long enough, nor detailed enough in some areas, so I took it down an' re-worked it. Please read this chapter again, as a few things have changed an' been added/removed. I'm still unsure as to when I'll be posting the second chapter. I'll be trying to get it an' following chapters up soon. Thankfully, this'll probably be my only chaptered story for awhile, so it'll get most of my attention. Keep an eye out! Thanks in advance for everything you guys!

WKR

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor claim to own Harry Potter and related materials. I do however own the character(s)/idea(s) of Calla and family.