Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Hogwarts. Ryan and J.K. do

The next morning Santana went through the same procedure she had the day before, this time however when she made her way back down the stairs following the shower she was met by her aunt at the bottom of the stairs adorning the same letter that she had watched her aunt burn the day before. Stunned by the sight before her eyes Santana slowed her pace and awaited her aunt to nod that it was ok to follow. She followed Isabel into the kitchen where Santana had already made breakfast and laid it out in each person's respective seats.

"Santana, I know you don't know what's going on, but I must for warn you that whatever decision you make, will impact you and us forever. I cannot force you to make a decision, but one must be made today as today is your 16th birthday" Isabel just stared deep into Santana's eyes.

"Tia, you are scaring me. Why must I make a decision about something that I don't even know about?" Santana's eyes are glossed over.

"My dear girl, you have no idea that power that you possess. Your mother was one of the world's greatest witches, and I fear that you too possess the same magic that ran through her veins." She leaned towards Santana and placed a hand on her cheek. "If you only knew how much you looked like her."

"Tia," Santana paused "What is in that letter that is making you act this way?"

Isabel slowly handed the letter over to the girl and Santana's eyes gracefully glided over every word trying to take in as much as she could. Her eyes broadened at the words Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I-I don't understand, what does all this mean?" Santana removed her eyes from the paper and looked hard at Isabel.

"My dear Santana, you truly are more special than you or I know." Isabel's words rang through Santana's mind.

They heard the stairs creak and Isabel grabbed the letter and stuffed it in her pants pocket and gave Santana a look to implore her not to speak one word of what had occurred that morning. At that moment Carlos made his way around that corner to take his place at the table.

"Santana was there no mail this morning?" he rubbed his eyes.

Santana looked at her aunt and then to her pocket, "No Sir, the postman said that the mail was delayed" she looked at Isabel and gave her a knowing smile.

Santana made her way back to her cubby of a room and sat down on the bed. She stared at the note hanging above her bed. 'Please take care of her; she is more special than you know' she read those words over and over again.

Some time passed while she was sitting there, but not really sure how much because she realized the house was silent and the only noise was that of the fireplace. Most people don't realize how cold it is to Florida natives in the middle of February. Santana made her way out of her bed and walked into the living room. She was shocked to see her aunt sitting very still on the couch.

"Tia, are you ok?" Santana said just barely audible.

Isabel slowly turned her head, and Santana could now see the mascara tears streaming down her Aunts face. "San please sit with me" she patted the couch urging Santana to move that way.

Santana made her way around the couch and sat down a fair distance from her aunt. So glanced down at Isabel's hands and noticed a letter, it looked just like hers but the paper was much older. "Auntie who's letter is that?"

"This is the first letter that your mother received, a very long time ago. Our father tried and tried to keep her away from that school, but to no avail they just kept sending these letters until we had to give in. It nearly ripped your Abuelo's heart out to watch her leave, but she would visit often and it always made him smile." Isabel finished a smile forming on her lips.

"So, Isabel what does this letter mean for me?" Santana stared into her Aunts eyes searching for an answer.

"Well my child it means you will never have to be alone, ever again, and for once maybe you will be able to find the answers that you are searching for about yourself and your family." Isabel whispered to her dear Santana. "I only wish what's best for you, and I know that you will not find that here with me and Carlos. He will never understand these facts, and will always be cruel to you." Santana cringed at her Aunts words. "I am sorry that he hits you. I wish I could make it stop." Isabel's eyes filled with tears and she toppled over into Santana's lap.

Santana instinctively began to rub her tia's hair, and hummed a song to her trying to calm her down. Soon the sobs subsided and she knew that Isabel had fallen asleep. Santana got up and moved back to her small cupboard to lie down. Soon sleep took over her body and soon she drifted off into a world of dreams that consumed her.

July 31st came really quick. Santana stared at the calendar on her wall. Her response for Hogwarts was due today. She had not received another letter since she had that moment with her aunt. She was beginning to worry that the school might not care anymore. Feeling frustrated and defeated Santana threw her head into her hands and began to cry. Just then the letter slot clicked shut signaling that there was mail. Santana rose from her bed and seized the mail and began to sort it for breakfast. The last piece of mail was the one letter she had been waiting on. She held it in her hand tightly and just stared in disbelief. There was a flutter at the window. She snapped her head around to the front door and saw the most beautiful white and black owl. It began to tap on the window. She approached the window and saw a paper in the bird's claws. The envelope appeared to be just like the one in her hand. She opened the front door and the owl flew in and landed on her arm. It released the other letter into Santana's hand and flew away to land on the railing to the stairs as if it was awaiting a response. She quickly opened the letter and read over its contents.

Dear Santana Lopez,

We have sent correspondence and are still awaiting an answer. Please send an answer with the provided owl.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Santana stared down at the letter and then glanced back and forth between the owl and the letter. She realized that she was running out of time. She knew that Carlos would be awake soon. She ran to her cupboard and grabbed a pen and quickly wrote down a few words on the letter.

'Yes. I just don't know how I am supposed to get there.'

She quickly stuffed it back into the envelope and handed to the owl. The beautiful bird scooped it up into its mouth and took off out into the morning sky. 'What a crazy morning!' Santana thought as she slipped back into the comfort of her tiny room holding on to her personal letter.