It's been awhile, but it won't take so long next time. Promise!

MISTAKE IN LAST CHAPTER----- El will be about to celebrate her fifteenth birthday, not sisxteenth!

However, when she opened her eyes, she wasn't in her bedroom, or even her class. She was on a kitchen table with many pairs of shocked eyes looking at her, and one pair that looked very familiar.

Chapter 1

Terms and Meanings

The silence was almost deafening, but El didn't notice, her voice seemed to be caught in her throat. She tried to say something, but only a choking noise came out. She closed her eyes and willed herself to wake up, but when she opened them she was still staring into the familiar emerald eyes. "F-freak," she said questionably. If this was truly Harry he would say her nickname in exchange.

"Psycho?" He asked, clearly shocked at seeing his old friend. El moved like lightening. One minute she was on the table, the next in his lap. She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck in a quick embrace and then quickly pulled back.

"What are you doing here?" Psycho asked, even though she didn't know where 'here' was.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Harry seemed to be in a state of shock. El put up her hands and shrugged. "I mean how did you do that? Did you end up being a witch?" Psycho looked at him curiously.

"I'm sorry to break up this lovely moment, but who are you?" A voice said from behind them. El snapped her head around and looked at the odd people standing in the room. Some of them looked like the people from her dreams, though she couldn't recognize them on a first name basis.

In a nervous habit she hadn't done since that summer so many years ago, El grabbed Harry's hand and buried her face in his neck. Scared of what was happening around her. In the crook of his neck, it seemed like no time had passed between them.

Harry gently laid a hand on her head and propped her chin up to look into his eyes. "I've a few people I'd like you to meet," He said gently. El nodded, and quickly got off his lap. Looking down at herself she was shocked to find herself in small, skimpy sundress. Why was she wearing a sundress? She tried to remember … she had been going to the beach … had the dream happened before she arrived? Had it happened while she was in the water? Why couldn't she remember?

"These are my two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The other redheads are the rest of the Weasley family: Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Fred, George and Ginny. Then you have Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, my parent's best friends." He said pointing at each person individually. At the mention of his parent's best friends, El's eyes hardened. A cold hatred swept through her, but she quickly covered it up. How dare these people call themselves friends of Harry's parents, when they had let their son be brought up by the worst people possible? She refused to make eye contact and nodded sharply. Harry paused, he recognized this behaviour, but carried on. El wasn't fooled though. She was going to be questioned later. She nodded as she was introduced to the others, but the sudden anger was still there.

"And everyone, this is my childhood, best friend, Elizabeth Turner," he introduced. The people around the room wore shocked faces.

"What? You thought that Harry didn't have a single friend? This cutie?" El asked, throwing her arm around his neck. "Anyways, 'best friends' is not even close to what we were. We were more …" she broke off looking at Harry, "bestest best friends?"

"Brother-sister?"

"Twins?"

"Clones?"

"One brain split in two bodies?"

"Well, that would explain you!" Harry laughed. El smacked him over the head, laughing along with her old friend. She hadn't felt this free in such a long time. And from the look in Harry's eyes and the strain of his laugh, El would guess that he hadn't either.

"How do we know that it's really Elizabeth Turner?" A creepy man said from the corner. His face was heavily scarred and one of his eyes was electric blue and seemed to move on its own accord. "How do we know she isn't some Death Eater?"

Harry's eyes seemed to harden at this and El felt panicked. "Why wouldn't I be me? And what in hell is a Death Eater? Sounds like some sort of cavity." Putting her hair behind her ears, she stood straight. She didn't know what was going on, but she would soon. "What are you doing in Canada anyways?"

Silence met this question, and El didn't understand why. "We aren't in Canada," Harry said slowly. "We're in England." El shook her head.

"No. We're in Canada." El looked around. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy. "W-we have to be in Canada … I-I was heading to the b-beach … and … and … no! We are in Canada! How the hell could I be in CANADA one minute and ENGLAND the next! … I mean … I …. HARRY JAMES POTTER TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS HERE TO TIMBUCKTWO! AND IF YOU EVER PLAN ON HAVING KIDS, YOU BETTER TELL ME THE TRUTH OR ELSE I WILL PERSONALLY SEE THAT YOU ARE INABLE TO HAVE ANY! EVER! I WILL -" El was screaming, before she was cut off with a voice above them. "What is that."

"That, is just a picture of my dear old mother," Sirius said grimly, bounding out the door, followed closely by a few other adults.

"A-a picture? D-does he mean a movie?" El asked Harry.

He shook his head. "No, he meant a picture." Her gray eyes widened at this. But before she could ask anything else, the screaming stopped and the adults reentered the room, grumbling about something called 'a permanent sticking charm'. El shook her head. Charm? As in magic? Wait a minute … Harry had asked if she was a witch. Did that mean he was a … wizard?

Actually looking back on past experiences, it wouldn't be that surprising. Like the time he got that really bad hair cut, and yet his hair was normal the next day. Then, at another time, he had turned all the hair of the people in Dudley's gang bright fluorescent pink. He had also told her of odd things that happened around him. And she had always thought he might be a wizard, in fact …

"You owe me twenty bucks … Canadian!" El said holding out her hand.

"Why?"

"I told you, you would be a wizard and you said no! So I bet twenty bucks Canadian that you would be, and you agreed. And the only way this could make sense is either I'm having some wacked out dream, which isn't likely because I wouldn't know I was dreaming if I was dreaming, or you are a wizard, which after all the crazy shit you could do as a kid, wouldn't surprise me, or I have gone mentally insane and this is all really weird hallucinations, but once again, I doubt I would know I'm insane if indeed I was insane." She stopped to take a breath. "So you owe me twenty bucks, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't have any muggle money on me." Harry said, shrugging.

"Muggle?" El asked.

"Non-magical people?" Harry asked, in a 'do-you-not-know' voice. Before El could talk, an old man came bursting through the fire place. She screamed, as she grabbed Harry's hand.

"Ah… you must be Elizabeth Turner. I have just received a letter from the order about your sudden arrival. I am Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school Harry goes to." The old man held out his hand. With a quick glance at Harry, who nodded slightly, she shook the strange mans hand. "What school do you attend?"

"Oh … you probably haven't heard of it … being British and everything. S.F.H.S? Smiths Falls High School? It's a public school. See I live in the boonies, but it has a kick ass History department. I mean, I love history so that's good news to me! Perhaps you've heard of the Lest We Forget Project?" She said in a rush.

"I'm afraid I can't say that I've ever heard of this particular project." Mr. Dumbledore said lightly.

"Really? Well, I guess it is a Canadian project, but it is the greatest project ever! It really gets students excited about History! You see … sorry I'm rambling…." El mumbled. She flushed a little, why did she have to talk so much when she was nervous?

"I haven't seen any prove that she's who she says she is," grumbled the freaky man. What was it Harry called him … Mad-eye?

"Ok, why are you guys all uptight and stuff? What is going on?" El asked, fairly impatient.

"Have you not been reading the Daily Prophet?" asked another person in the room.

"Daily what?" El shook her head. Whatever was going on was completely over her head, though perhaps it had something to do with her dreams … no. Nothing that crazy could possibly happen … could it? "Okay, let's get the facts. I am Elizabeth Turner. I live in Jasper, Ontario, Canada. I go to the local public school. I'm about to go into grade ten. I'm a muggle. Let me finish!" she hissed as the talk broke out. It stopped suddenly. "One minute I was in Canada, the next I'm on the kitchen table somewhere in England, where my childhood friend was sitting. He ends up being a wizard. I'm guessing you are all wizards. You keep asking me if I am a Death Eater, which technically sounds like slang for some one who eats too many sweets. I am starting to feel a little panicked about my immediate sanity. Now, am I missing anything?" Silence. "Good! Now, what is a Death Eater?"

"They are supporters of Voldemorte," Sirius said simply.

"Voldemorte? Who the hell is Voldemorte?" El said with a bit of a smile. God, what a stupid name.

"He's an evil wizard," Dumbledore replied.

"Ha! No wonder he turned evil. Voldemorte? Who the hell would name their child Voldemorte? I mean, THAT'S evil! And why do you people keep flinching?" El was rather annoyed at the interruptions. It was very hard when people kept jumping and gasping and fumbling. What was there problem?

"Ah, it seems that most wizards and witches have a certain fear of saying his name," Dumbledore answered cheerfully, a bright twinkle in his dazzling blue eyes.

"Well that's stupid!" El said sharply.

"You don't understand," One of the Weasley's spoke up. "He killed so many people and he was so powerful, that …"

El rolled her eyes. "Freak, please tell me that you say his name?" Harry nodded. "Thank god! I mean, that would be like people not saying Hitler. When you don't say the name, it's a sign that you are trying to forget the past. And if he is as bad as you people say you have to remember. If you don't … Every time you refuse to say his name you are making a mockery out of the people that died because of him! My ancestors died at the concentration camps. I would kick the ass of anyone who had made a mockery out of them." She glared around the room, daring any of them to try and defy her reasoning. A few seemed a little confused, like they didn't know what the concentration camps or Hitler were.

Actually, now that she thought about it. Where were they during world war two and one? Why were they not getting the muggles involved if this Voldemorte was really that bad? El shook her head, subconsciously she knew she wouldn't get the answers tonight.

"Listen, this is all interesting, but … I need to find somewhere to sleep. Is there a hotel or something around here?" She asked yawning. "I know that you probably have five million more questions to ask, but please. Can we not wait?"

"I believe you have been truthful, Miss Turner," Dumbledore said, his eyes still sparkling. El felt Harry relax in relief. She was going to have to yell at him as soon as they were alone. "Unfortunately, all the rooms in the house are currently occupied. Would you mind sleeping on a cot in the living room?"

El smiled her appreciation. "Mr. Dumbledore, you needn't worry. I sleep like the dead. Just ask Harry!"

Harry laughed, comfortably swinging an arm around her shoulders. "Like the time I splashed water on you and you still didn't wake up! Though, it was good for the time I drew the moustache."

"Oh, that reminds me. I need to get you back for that! Thanks." El turned back to the group at large. "You wouldn't mind if I went ahead to bed would you? I'm the walking dead right now."

"You may go," Dumbledore dismissed. "Harry may go to help you get set up." El grabbed Harry's hand and they exited quickly, wanting to talk to each other.

"Why'd you let her go. She still hasn't given any information on how she and Harry know each other," Moody growled.

"She was not lying about who she was, or that she knew Harry," Dumbledore replied firmly.

"What got me," Remus said, starting every one who was near him, "was the anger she showed when introduced to myself and Sirius."

"Yeah," Sirius grumbled. "What was that all about?"

Hermione finally spoke up, her voice slightly higher then usual. "Well, Harry didn't have the best childhood, did he? And she was his best friend during that time. Maybe she kinda … you know … blames you … for not being there."

Sirius stood up. "Well it's not exactly like I had a choice, now did I?" He yelled.

"Sit down Sirius," Remus said softly. "We know that. But Hermione has a point. This Elizabeth person would not know that. She's a muggle and she lives in Canada. She would have no idea who you are." Sirius sat down stiffly.

"We will question her more tomorrow, in front of the entire order," Dumbledore said as he stood up. "Would any one like a lemon drop?" Everyone shook their heads. "Well, in that case, I must be off. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that he walked into the fireplace and flooed back to Hogwarts.

The room was silent. Each member was lost in their own personal thoughts. Before Ron asked the one question that was bothering everyone in the entire room. "Why did he never mention her?"

Now, remeber that even though this isn't how the book went (OoTP) It will follow the basic story structure.

Please feel free to RR, I look forward to your opinions. It will pick up soon, promise>