Chapter 1

Lorelie MacDonnough was not an ordinary girl. She may have looked ordinary with her blue eyes and long, ebony hair that she pulled into an elegant bun, but she was very special. Lorelie was a witch.

Lorelie was 16 years old, a sixth year at Violet Sky Academy of Magic, a Wizarding school in Northern California. She was very smart, having gotten Outstandings in nearly all her Newts (she only got an E in potions because she didn't like the class that much; Professor Simpson was a cranky old hag who mumbled when she spoke and didn't like Lorelie).

But there was something else about Lorelie that made her different from the other witches at Violet Sky. Something even she was unaware of.

"Lorelie, I have something to tell you." Said Lorelie's mother Christine one night during the Holiday Vacation. "Please, sit down."

"What is it, mom?" Questioned Lorelie. She sat down on the green velvet couch in the den. Her little brother Michael was playing on his gameboy, a present from their muggle father Mike, in the kitchen. Lorelie could hear the beeps and boops from the toy.

"You're different from other witches, Lor." Christine said. She walked over to a chest on the mantle abover the fireplace and opened it. She pulled out a gold locket in the shape of a rose. The petals were intricately carved and edged in pink gold.

"I don't understand." Said Lorelie.

"Lorelie, you are the descendant of the powerful sorceress Guenivere. Now that you are sixteen, I can tell you that her magick is passed on from mother to daughter."

"Guenivere? Is that—"

"Yes. King Arthur's Queen. She kept her magick a secret from him with the help of Merlin, and it has been a secret for hundreds of years. You have to promise me you won't tell anyone but your true love."

"Why?"

"Because Guenivere's magick is too powerful, and if He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named learned of your identity—" Lorelie's mother grew pale. She did not finish her thought. Lorelie shivered.

"But He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is in England, mom, I don't see why—"

"In order to receive Guenivere's magick, you need to travel to England and visit her tomb." Lorelie's mother said sadly. "You are going to be transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the rest of the year. Albus Dumbledore is the headmaster, and he will watch over you."

"Mom—This is—This is amazing. I'm the descendant of Queen Guenivere? What is the magick I will receive?"

Christine smiled. "The magick gift is different for every girl. I can speak to animals, your grandmother could see the future."

"So that's why all the animals you see like you so much!"

"Yep."

"But what's that?" Lorelie pointed to the rose locket. Christine smiled and placed it around her daughter's neck.

"This is a magick locket. When you are ready to receive Guenivere's gift, it will open and give you the location of the tomb."

"Wow…" Lorelie sighed in awe. But in the back of her mind grew a worry about Lord Voldemort. Did he know she existed? Would he try to hurt her? Why would he come after her?

But her thoughts were interrupted when her mother said, "You're plane for London leaves tomorrow morning."