Disclaimer: You know, the only thing so far that I don't know is Ablus Dumbledore. And Hogwarts. And maybe even the whole "Ministry of Magic" businees. But STILL, I don't own it. My BFF J.K. Rowling does. :P

A/N: Just hope you like! The chapters get better the more you review!

BTW, sorry so short. It looks a lot longer on Microsoft word.

Chapter 3: Let's Explain…

Part One:

I started in alarm at the sound of my name. Was I dreaming?

The lady came over and grasped my hand firmly, looking me up and down.

I did the same. The lady was wearing an odd assortment of robes, very weird but also kind of official-looking. She had a very friendly smile that reached all the way to her crinkly eyes.

The lady was babbling on and on about something in a somewhat childish sounding voice, "…and I suppose your mother hasn't really talked about me, seeing as we weren't that great of friends in elementairy, oh whoops! I mean elementary school and she must have thought I was a bit weird seeing as, well, you know I had one magical parent and one muggle one. Being a witch I could understand how—" but I cut her off.

"A witch?" I said in disbelief. "Is this even real? I am dreaming. Although in my dreams I never usually have to think about whether I'm dreaming or not, it's mostly just there's a dream world and a real world…" I had confused myself and looked up at "Angela" for clarification, but she was just beaming at me once more. "Such a perceptive child! My, you will fit in just perfectly in our world, even though you will have difficulty adjusting at first, everyone does, that's why they sent me. I'm a half muggle, you see." She said, as though that would clear everything up for me.

"I…. well, can you… what?" I stuttered, still not knowing how to react. I looked over Angela's shoulder at my mom, who looked a little faint. "Mommy?" I said uneasily. She frowned and took a step forward.

"In second grade. We had a pet fish in our classroom. I was feeding him and he flopped out of the bowl onto the counter. I didn't want the teacher to get angry so I tried to catch it quickly, but the window was right next to it, and right as it was going to flop out of the window, the… the fish changed direction mid-air, straight into your hand." My mom finished, for some reason seeming to regain confidence. Angela looked amazed as she listened to my mother's recollection.

My mom continued, "And then I looked at you and you said 'A funny thing, wind. Sometimes, wind can be very helpful. If you use it right.' And then you giggled and put the fish back into the tank." Angela looked close to giggling right now, too. My mom looked at me and said "There was something funny about the situation, too weird for comprehension. Honey, I believe Angela. I think you're a," she looked at Angela while she said "witch."

I looked back and forth between Angela and my mom, half expecting someone to shout "JUST KIDDING! GOT YA!" But no one did. Then, out of all the reactions I could have picked, I hiccupped. And a blue butterfly flew out of my mouth.

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15 minutes later, my entire family was sitting at the table with Angela, watching her eat a quart of Rocky Road Ice Cream and listening to her tell us all about the hidden wizarding world. My mom, for some reason, was calm and collected. The only thing she seemed to have a problem with though, was, "Yes, yes, I understand. The spells and wands and how the real wizards are not human wizard stereotypes. But how long did you say Nellie was going to be away at school? Christmas is two weeks? Well, can I have her for three, just this year? And how long is she off in the summer? I just can't believe I'm loosing my baby this soon!" She looked at me as if I was five years old, embarrassing me.

"Mommy, I'll be home every summer. Plus just imagine the satisfaction you'll get when you tell dad? I don't know how happy he'll be." When I said this, my mom got this dreamy looked on her face and from then on seemed not to mind whatever plans Angela had for me.

Angela told us that the U.S.M.O.M (United States Ministry of Magic) could not find any wizarding schools in the U.S. that would accept me, because of my extraordinary case. "Getting your powers this late has definitely never happened in the wizarding world" Angela said uneasily, putting down her ice cream. "But luckily, there is a very nice headmaster, known for his magic and non-discrimination policy, Albus Dumbledore. He has accepted you for only half the tuition price, which is really nice in my opinion!" Angela added brightly.

My mom peeked up at this comment; we don't have a large amount of money, ourselves. "And how much is the tuition price?" my mom said suspiciously. Angela waved her 'wand' and a stack of yellowish papers appeared. "Here are some papers for you to fill out. My mom reached for a pen, but Angela suddenly said "Oh! Yes, so sorry, forgot." And then a bottle of ink and a feather appeared.

My mom peered at Angela, shook her head, and then seized the feather and start on the large stack of papers. Angela, in the meantime, kept explaining. "I work at the U.S.M.O.M, in the Educational and Residential offices. So as soon as I heard of your case, I volunteered to be the one to fill you in. So, we need to get moving as soon as possible because school starts in two days and we have to get to London by the long distance floo network, which is—" My mom had suddenly looked up and made a strangled noise. Angela and I both patted her shoulders on each side. She sighed unhappily and looked back down at her paperwork.

I, on the contrary to my mother, was getting more excited by the minute. London? Magic? Four years, no parents? Sounds like a dream come true. That was the only thing I was worried about, though. What if I woke up tomorrow morning, we went school shopping, and I would get boring old notebooks, and pens and pencils? That's why at every moment, I drank up Angela's words with a thirst that wasn't sure if it was actually getting quenched.

"And then a worker from the ministry of magic in London will take you to get your school supplies, which, luckily, will all be paid for by the U.S.M.O.M." finished Angela, finally, waving her wand. A clunking sound came from the kitchen. I turned around, and a glass of water was floating towards her.

I grinned and hiccupped again, looking up at the group of blue butterflies fluttering around our dining room. Angela had told us there were quite a few "side effects" to getting witch powers late… I was dying to find out what they were, besides hiccupping out butterflies. Oh, yes; this is going to be awesome, I thought to myself. If I had to choose, I'd pick feathers over pens any day.

I walked up stairs, lugging the trunk Angela had given me, and started packing for my journey.

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Part Two:

Not ready yet! Sorry! Under construction!