Chapter 2

'W-where…am I…? What happened?' I felt aimlessly around to find my alarm clock to stop the so wretched ringing that was giving me a blinding headache, I didn't realize that it was the ringing in my head. When my hand touched something cold I immediately shot straight up from my original position.

"What the-" I wiped the water on the stark white bed sheets in front of me. 'Wait. White bed sheets? Aren't mine…green?' I left the glass full of water that I had knocked to the floor unattended, leaving it to create a large puddle. I had more important matters than spilt water.

This wasn't my room.

This wasn't my house.

I took a brief peek through the open window on the west wall. 'Mountains? What the hell?'

I don't even think I'm in my own state. Not unless Kansas grew mountains over-night.

Then it all came back to me; my birthday, finding mom, finding…dad. Then I remember looking for Adam—then the rest I don't remember…

"Adam!" I quickly launched myself out of the clean bed and out the door on the east wall leaving wet foot prints in my wake where I had stepped into the puddle.

"Whoah…" The ceilings arched high up, farther than I could see to; the halls were made of a tan marble looking shiny from heavy polishing; the walls, lined with torches, suits of armor, tapestries, and portraits, were made of a granite stones, giving it a dungeon look.

I heard humming to my left and turned towards an elderly-looking lady dressed in all white with a sky blue apron holding a few bottles, a light smile adorning her pale face. 'I could take her..'

I turned the corner in front of me and waited for her to pass. As she did I grabbed her left arm and whipped her around to pin her to the wall making her shriek and drop the bottles, allowing me to grasp her right arm and pin it to the wall as well.

"Where's Adam!" She flinched at the volume of my voice. I asked my question again; she answered with a scream and lashed out a stick from her apron pocket.

"S-STUPEFY!" I had just enough time to give her a confused look before being sent down the hall by an unseen force.

"Ughn…what the hell!" I rubbed the crown of my head where I had hit the stone wall behind me. Trying to keep my eye on her, which was hard because there was now two of her, I stood only to have her run away the way she had came.

"Hey! Come back here! I ain't done with you yet!" She just kept running away.

"Well hell. I have got to get out of here…" I started my way down a hall, taking turns at random to find my way to the exit.

"If you are trying to find the closest restroom, I must say you passed it two lefts and three rights ago." I whipped around to find another old-looking person staring at me down the hall. His hair was a pepper gray as well as his long beard that was tucked into his belt; clothed abnormally with silk, midnight blue robes and standing there bouncing on the balls of his heels. I also made a note of the same sort of stick he held in his hand was like that of the lady who sent me flying against the wall. 'That still hurts..'

I narrowed my eyes. "Who are you?" He chuckled as if I should've known who he was. Well, I didn't.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, but you will learn more about me, what brought you here, and why in my office. But you will have to stop your attempts to escape and come with me." Just who the hell did this guy think he was? I'm not following him. I won't.

I did. I'll listen, then I'll escape.

Yeah, good plan.

I guess he assumed I was following because he just turned around and walked away. That's right! He walked away. And let me tell you, old people aren't as slow as they may seem. But of course I had a pounding headache and I didn't know where I was going; he, on the other hand, did.

There were other adults walking around too; some with papers in their hands, some walking at a brisk pace as to search for something needed. They were also sporting the odd robes the man in front of me was, but of different colors, and textures.

Before I had a chance to look ahead of me, I had walked straight into Mr. Albus Dumbledore's back.

Now I wasn't sure if he was lost or just had a random fascination with a statue or what; but anyway, here we were standing in front of two quite large in size gargoyle statues. Now that I look back on this moment, I don't understand why I wasn't so disturbed at the thought of statues, and suits of armor in the corridors.

But I guess the fact that I wasn't at home, but rather in a castle-like place had disturbed me so much that I was left with out care of what was inside of it.

Dumbledore now was standing in front of the gargoyle, staring at it amused. "Mint Mice." I stood dumbstruck as the gargoyle jumped aside to reveal a twirling staircase.

"Whoah what the-" He gave me a push to usher me on to the staircase with him following behind me. I soon then found myself standing in front of a large cherry-wood door with a shiny brass handle. He opened it for me and led me inside. 'Wait. What if this man is some kind of pedophile, and is trying to get me alone in his office…?' But that theory was soon destroyed as I walked in and seen a woman of about forty standing to the left of a massive oak desk.

"Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable, this is going to be a long discussion. "Dumbledore made his way to sit behind the desk and waited for me to take the seat in front of it. I did as told, sitting on the edge with muscles tense.

"I will start out by answering any questions you may have for me, but I will answer only one at a time." Boy, did I have questions. I searched through my head, gathering all the necessary ones.

"What happened?"

Dumbledore entwined his fingers and placed them on his desk in a thoughtful manner. "We don't quite know the whole sequence as we were not there to watch but this is what we do know; your family seemed to one of the first of many killings done by a man by the name of Lord Voldemort. It seems that while your family was sleeping, he came in and first attacked your father first and then your mother, he then went down to your brother's room and attacked him."

"Where is Adam?"

"Ah, Adam. When he was attacked, Voldemort thought him to be dead along with the rest of your family. He was severely injured and now is being treated at St. Mungo's."

So Adam wasn't dead. The heavy burden and sadness for my brother's death suddenly lifted off my shoulders, letting me breathe easier.

"Why was my family attacked and I wasn't?"

Dumbledore chuckled a bit. "Because your living quarters were in the attic, Voldemort wasn't aware of your presents." I didn't think that was funny. Not one bit.

I wracked my brain for more questions, but found none. Surely I had more questions then that?

Nope.

"Seeing as you don't have anymore questions, I will proceed in telling you of you're history and the heavy burden your family carries." I nodded unsure of where this was going. 'Heavy burden?'

"Tell me Alexsis, do you believe in elves? And witches?" What the hell? Witches and elves?

"No."

"Well I am here to tell you today that you are wrong. They are here, they exist, and they are sitting right here in this room."

This would be the point where I fall out of my seat in a faint.

And I did.

"Wake up. Wake up Alexsis.." I blearily opened my eyes to see the blurred figure of Dumbledore above me.

"What happened?"

"You passed out. Now back on the former topic."

"They are not real." I stared defiantly into his eyes, but he could see the twinkle of doubt within.

He lifted the stick and pointed it at me. "Wah!" I brought my hands in front of my face as protection.

"Accio book." When nothing happened I turned my head around just in time to have a book smack me in the face and make its way towards Dumbledore. Dumbledore reached out to grab the book as it came with in reach. "Now do you believe me?" I gulped and nodded my head in agreement.

"Good. Now when we came to your house to investigate we found you unconscious and brought you here; to my school of witchcraft and wizardry; Hogwarts. You will go to school here and go to class with the other students. Now about the other matter; I must ask you not to interrupt me." I nodded. "Your father was an Erian elf, making you half Erian. Erians are elves that are 'Keepers of the Sky' if you please. I believe you will find more about them in the library with some extensive searching." For some odd reason, Dumbledore looked sullen. But as soon as it appeared, it was gone.

"A man by the name of Lord Voldemort has recently come to power; at least, he's trying. By gathering allies with creatures he thinks he can make an army with such power as to take over both the wizard world and the muggle world. Muggles is the term we use to refer to non-magic people."

My knee was bouncing in impatience; I wanted to know how my family was tied into all of this. "You see, Alexsis, Erians are very powerful and with them on his side, he would have even greater power. But when your father declined his offer, Voldemort grew angry and he likes it when he gets his way, killing those who don't agree."

"What an as-"

"Yes indeed. But we will talk later on this matter. Right now, we need to get you sorted into your house." Noticing my confused face he explained to me that in the school there were four houses that the students are divided into by their personalities and goals. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw were the names of the houses. He then proceeded to tell me of the qualities of the houses.

"Uh…what will I be learning; or better yet what level? Because contrary to popular belief, I don't know a lick of magic. Hell, I don't even have one of those stick things!" He seemed to find my sarcastic tone amusing.

"We will clear all of that up next week when you come back here. But for now, we will sort you, then tomorrow Hagrid, the gamekeeper will be taking you to Diagon Alley, the magic market, to get your school supplies and to London to get you some more clothes."

"Wait a tick, am I in England!" So that was the question I forgot to ask! How could've I forgotten to ask where the hell I was!

"Yes, yes you are." The thoughts in my head seem to burn up because I couldn't seem to make a coherent thought after that.

"Alexsis, this is Professor McGonagall. She's a new teacher here and will be your Transfiguration teacher." I gave a wave as he pulled a large, ragged hat over my head and past my eyes.

'Hmm…not to bright yet is she?...But I do see bravery and power, also determination. Yes, despite your condition, I will place you on Gryffindor.' The voice in my head didn't seem to disturb me now. Hearing and seeing everything I had today, nothing could.

Professor McGonagall led me to the room I would be staying in and left shortly after. I noticed that there were five beds. 'Yay, more people…' Though it was only five o'clock, I was beat and collapsed on the first bed I laid my eyes on, falling asleep instantly.

A/N

Sorry it was so slow. I wanted to make it longer, plus I was sick, then had to celebrate my dad's b-day. REVIEW!