Harper looked up at me. "Hey look you're parents are also wizards."

I crushed the paper in my hand but Harper took it away from me. "Alex what are you doing?"

I stood up a little dramatically. "They lied to me."

She stood up, her eyebrows pulling together. "What do you mean?"

I turned my back to her because traitor tears were starting up in my eyes.

I blinked them away then spoke. "They lied about my parents, they said they died in a car accident." I turned to face her. "They're both alive and living here in New York. Harper I have to find them and figure out why they really gave me up."

She put her hands on my shoulders and spoke. "Alex I'm your best friend and I always try to convince you to do the right thing, though half the time you never real listen and when you do you tend to switch-"

"Harper." I cut her off. "What are you saying?"

She shook her head and released me. "Oh yes. I'm telling you that maybe finding your birth parents isn't the best idea."

"Why?" I put my hands on my hips.

She stared at the crumpled paper in her hand as she spoke. "Maybe there was a reason they gave you up, have you ever thought of that? The paper says your mother was only sixteen when she had you."

I rolled my eyes. "So you're saying that maybe she gave me up because she was too young to take care of me herself?"

She nodded. "Or maybe her parents took you away and put you up for adoption because they thought she was too young and wanted her to have a life and thought, determined."

I stifled a laugh. "I like the first suggestion better. You can go ahead and convince me not to look for them but I won't listen, they're my parents, my birth parents, they mustwonder how I look and am after sixteen years, they must."

"Alex-" Harper began but stopped when she saw the look in my face.

She stamped her foot, an obvious sign of her giving up, her lips scrunched together then she nodded. "Fine. But I'm going with you, no way I'm letting you go alone, no way."

I hugged her. "Thanks Harper, you're the best friend ever."

"I know." She gloated.

I snatched the paper from her hand and typed the names from the paper on my laptop.

It only took a moment or so to search them. I printed their address, folded the paper and stuck it in my back pocket. "Come on Harper." I grabbed my wand off the sofa and held it in my right hand.

"Where do they live?" Harper asked.

I turned to face her, smiling. "We're lucky today Harper. They live in Dallas, Texas. Two minutes away by magic." I stuck my left hand out for her.

She was hesitant. "Alex I think you should get dressed first. Do you really want to visit your parents in your pajamas?"

I looked down at my clothes. "You're right. Give me five minutes and I'll be ready."

"And your hair." She pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. "Ten minutes."

"I'll wait down here." She said.

I zapped myself to my room and quickly threw on a sleeveless white tunic with some designs around the collar, light blue jeans, a blue and white studded belt, and a pair of white leather boots that went up to my knees and my hair straight.

Then I zapped myself back to Harper. "This okay?" I asked her.

She smiled. "Better than sweats and a tee, ok I'm ready let's go." She led my hand.

I twirled my wand, thinking of a spell then one came to me so fast. " Lately I've been feeling really bad so take us now to see my real mom and dad."

The house in front of us was really nice, like ones I've had in dreams. The door was a dark wooden brown with a big window in it to see visitors, the house itself was nice. There was a porch with a swinging set for two and two patio chairs and bikes, which made me think that there were kids here. It was a two story house and the house had a wood paneling two different colors, a shade of warm gray and white.

"You ready?" Harper asked me.

I nodded. "Not worried at all but you are. Ow, do you mind releasing your grip little."

"Sorry." Harper let go of my hand. "It's just I'm worried for you. I mean what if it goes bad?"

I made my way toward the door. "I'm really hoping it won't go that bad."

"That bad?" Harper stood next to me in the doorway.

I knocked on the door and waited a moment

"Okay they're not home let's go." Harper said and tried pushing me away.

I wouldn't budge. "Shhh I hear footsteps."

She released me and froze in her spot.

The door propped open and a beautiful woman opened the door. "May I help you girls?" She asked. She was smiling so beautifully I know that smile, that's my smile. I studied her features as she stood in the doorway.

She was about three inches taller than me with a nice body under the sliming blue dress she had on. Her skin tone was the same shade as her nose, and mine straight; her eyebrows had a nice arch in them, almost a perfect arch. But what caught me attention the most were her eyes, my eyes, my big chocolate brown eyes; she has them and my smile.

"Can I help you?" She repeated. Her voice sounds so melodic.

I shook my head. "Um," I cleared my throat then spoke again. "Are you Belinda Moretti?"

She looked a little more alerted now and stood up straighter, making her four inches taller than me. "Yes I am. And you are?"

I stuck out my hand, she shook it. "I'm Alex Russo, you're daughter."

Her eyes widened. "My what?" And with that said she took a step back and slammed the door. I heard her yell someone's name then she opened the door again and spoke.

"My daughter?" She repeated.

I nodded, now I'm a little worried.

"Impossible." I heard her whisper.

Will Belinda accept Alex, her daughter, in or will she deny her and slam the door in her face.