Isla was not one to get in trouble. She was the excellent keep-her-head-down child. So, sitting in a stranger's office that looked like it came from an old horror film based in the early 19th century was frightening. There was a man with a dark, well-trimmed mustache. He didn't look at her. He was looking at a piece of parchment paper in his hands, his mustache moving when something didn't please him. Two other men were at each of his sides. One she knew. He was the man who froze her family.

"Hmmm…, muggle family, I see," the man spoke, and he put the paper down. He squinted at Eve questionably. "Illegal use of magic. No wand."

"What?! Magic?!" Isla started to panic. She may be a kid, but she wasn't stupid. She knew magic didn't exist, and if it did, it was only done by those her mother said had the gift, the brujos. It was that or the devil worshippers. But her do magic? That was inconceivable.

The man stood up and leaned over his desk at Isla, his mustache moving more erratically. "Yes! Magic. Illegal use of magic in front of muggles. Has this ever happened before?"

"What happened? Who? I don't understand."

"You! Is this the first time you have done magic? Has anything strange happened before today? Has anybody in your family shown to move things without touching them?"

"You can't do things without touching them," Isla answered more to herself than him. Then she looked up in thought, saying, "My brother put a lighter near his butt and farted. He made the flame bigger. Is that the magic you are talking about? Can I do that?!" Isla became excited. She looked at the man happily, waiting for some emotion other than frustration, but he did not laugh. Her excitement died. "You could just say no," she mumbled as she started to fiddle with her fingers.

The man looked to his colleague to the right and said, "Wipe the family's memory. We will be taking her to the house to learn about her kind."

Isla looked at him in horror. They were going to take her away from her family and get rid of their memories. Memories of her? She won't go. They couldn't make her. She won't let them hurt her family. Anger and worry welled into her. Her skin started to tingle, and the tiny hairs on her arm stood up. The desk rose up like a bullet into the air, banging into the ceiling. It fell then to the ground, breaking into two. Wind from an unknown source spun in the room. "You won't touch my family," Isla growled.

The man who had frozen her family went to pull out his wand. Isla thought of taking it from him, and it shot out of his hand into hers. She looked at it, shocked as the wind died down. She then pointed it at him like she had watched him do not that long ago in her house. "I want to go home. I want my momma," Isla almost wailed.

"Put that down," mustache man ordered, pointing the finger at her.

"No."

"You don't know what you are playing at," the other man at the right said as he started to walk in her direction.

"Don't move."

"You little…"

The door banged open, and an elderly man with a long white beard, round glasses, a pointed hat, and a suit walked in. He looked at Isla and then at the others. He huffed. "Americans."

"Who are you?" mustache man asked.

"Professor Albus Dumbledore at your service," Dumbledore answered kindly with a British accent. "I see you are having a little bit of trouble." He laughed and faced Isla. "Now, you shouldn't play with things you can't handle as much as well deserved it maybe."

"Hey!" mustache man exclaimed.

"Well, you must have said something to this child. Children don't act up unless they believe it is warranted."

"I want my momma," Isla now cried, letting the tears fall. "They want to take me away from my family."

"We didn't say that," mustache man tried defending himself.

"They going to take me to the house," Isla added with a pout at Dumbledore and then glared at the mustache man.

"Now, that wasn't nice of them, was it?" Dumbledore asked her. She shook her head in agreement. "I will make sure that doesn't happen."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face. "Now, please hand me the wand so I may give it back to the man doing his job. In return, how about a lemon drop?" Dumbledore opened his palm to show a small bag of lemon drops. Isla looked at him, then at the man, she had stolen the wand from, and back to him. She eyed the old man. He looked nice, and he was smiling. Better the smile than the grouchy face of mustache man. She sauntered to the elder and inched the wand in his direction. He didn't grab it from her or anything. He just stood in place as she placed the wand in his palm and quickly took the small bag of candy.

"Thank you," Isla murmured as she opened the bag of candy and kept her eyes to the floor.

"No. Thank you," Dumbledore said. He then turned to the wandless wizard and handed him the wand saying, "You might need a little more training if a child could easily disarm you."

"How dare you…." the wizard started to say but was halted at just a simple hand rise from Dumbledore.

"You called me. Not the other way around," he told them with a stern look. "I would like to know why?"

Mustache man waved his arm at Isla, who ignored the group as she stuck a lemon drop into her mouth. "Her magic is different. It feels…wrong. That is the only reason you are here. We were thinking of testing it out, but her outburst shows she is incapable of handling it."

"Well, most children can't."

"I don't have magic," Isla spoke loudly.

"Oh, you don't? What do you have?" Dumbledore asked.

Not that long ago, Isla had seen a movie with her sisters. It had people that could do what she could if it was her. "I am a Jedi. I have the force."

Dumbledore looked at her oddly. "Force?"

"Yes. From the movie."

"Hmm, I believe I should watch this intriguing film. But you do not have the force."

"How would you know if you have never seen the film?"

"Well, because what you have is magic," Dumbledore answered. "I need no film to know that."

"Liar," Isla said, getting angry. A wave came out from her and moved out, making the men take some steps back.

"Powerful magic too," Dumbledore laughed in delight. "Wonderful."

"Not magic."

"I apologize, little madame, powerful force." Dumbledore looked at her in thought. "What if I can teach you to use that force? You don't want to hurt your family, now do you?"

Isla looked at him and realized that he was right. If she was this strong, she could accidentally hurt her family. She didn't want to hurt them. She loved them. But what about their memories. "They won't be made to forget me?"

"Never," Dumbledore answered.

"Now wait a minute here! They are muggles. She can't stay with them. Who is to say she won't say anything to them, or they will say something to others?"

"Who would believe them?" the professor asked. "They speak a word, and to the funny house, they would be placed. I doubt they would allow that due to their love for their child." Dumbledore went to Isla and kneeled to be at height with her. "So, there is something I want you to read so you may understand what is going on. Then, we will go to your family."

"Not without an escort," the mustache man said with a final tone.

Dumbledore rolled his eyes, making the child in front of his giggle. "Yes, we will not be going alone. This man will have somebody escort us to your house for safety. As long as I can bring another with us?"

"Even if I said yes, it will be hours before you man is here," mustache man huffed.

"Well, we have time," Dumbledore said. "May I please send word to him?"

"Fine," mustache man growled.

Thank you all for reading. Reviews welcomed. Hopefully, I will have more chapters ready. I am working on an original novel on another site simultaneously. This story here is more for fun.