Disclaimer: Most of the characters and places from this story belongs to J.K. Rowling. The plot and writing is all mine. Actually…I put a tiny bit of Deathly Hallows epilogue in it and the Hogwarts letter, so that belongs to J.K. Rowling too.

Chapter 1:

In an average sized house, in Surrey, England, at about eleven p.m., Elizabeth Evans clutched the last book to the Harry Potter series with tears in her eyes as she read the final lines. 'He lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched his scar on his forehead. "I know he will." The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well'.

She closed the book and held it against her chest. Such an amazing ending, she thought blissfully. " 'All was well' " she quoted in a whisper.

Thinking about all the Harry Potter books she had read, Elizabeth soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her birthday, the wizard world, and, yes, Harry Potter.

The next day, Elizabeth woke up to a bright dazzling light shining in her eyes. "Ahh!" she cried out, pulling the covers over herself. But it was no use. Just as he pulled the covers over her, her father pulled it away. Grumbling she slowly opened her eyes seeing her dad's green eyes pouring into her own. He grinned at her and kissed her forehead, "Morning Elizabeth! Happy birthday!"

Right when her father said those words, her mother and brother came in with chocolate chip pancakes with eleven candles on them. Then, to her surprise, they all started singing the "Happy Birthday to You" song, in a terrible, out of pitched tune.

Elizabeth blushed at how bad they sounded. She was the singer in the family and was used to singing for them, not the opposite. Her mum placed the plate of pancakes on her lap on the final "Happy birthday to you", hugged her, then kissed her cheek.

Mrs. Evans pulled away and went over to her husband hugging him with tears in her eyes. Her little girl was growing up, and, growing up much to fast for her liking. Mr. Evans chuckled at his wife's reaction then turned to his daughter and exclaimed, "Go on! Make a wish!"

The proud parents and even prouder little brother, watched as Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment then opened the and blew out her birthday pancake candles. Trevor, who'd just turned nine started bouncing up and down excitedly saying, "What you wish for?"

Elizabeth giggled and hugged her little brother and whispered in his ear, "Can't tell. It's a secret." At the remark Trevor pouted but the started to grin wildly.

He grabbed his sister's hand then pulled her off the bed leading her towards the living room. Elizabeth was surprised but followed her brother laughing, anyways. Trevor looked at her, "All your present are in there! Go on open them!"

Elizabeth looked into the living room surprised to see the mountain of birthday gifts. She smiled wide as she walked around the living room looking at all her gifts. She noticed a small gift wrapped messily in blue wrapping paper immediately knowing it was Trevor's. Picking it up delicately, she heard Trevor 'whisper'- shout, "Mum! Dad! She's opening the one I gave her!"

Clearly hearing the happiness in her voice, she immediately opened it to find a hand made beaded bracelet saying her name. Touched by her brother's thoughtfulness she ran across the room and hugged him fiercely.

Trevor let out a groan as his sister hugged him. He was glad she liked his present, but, this mushy girly stuff as not for him. And yet, on the inside he felt pride. Pride, for his sister opened his gift first. Pride, for the fact that her hugging him was because she loved the gift. Ah well, his sister may be mushy but she's a girl nonetheless, and he was going to just have to accept that.

Mrs. Evans stood at the entrance to the living room and smiled at the interaction between Elizabeth and her brother. It was sweet. Trevor had worked hard on the bracelet, shopping with her just to find the perfect colours, perfect beads, perfect string. Last night, he'd told her that he was scared that she would not have liked his present. But, today, anyone could clearly see, that Elizabeth loved it.

Mrs. Evans jumped slightly feeling two arms slip onto her waist. She shot a cross look at her husband but fell deep into his eyes. He kissed her cheek and rubbed her waist, saying, "Sorry 'bout that, love. Didn't mean to scare you."

She laughed, gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, and replied, "No harm done." His lips curved into a smirk and he whispered in her ear, "What kind of kiss was that? Not even getting me the chance to kiss back." Giggling, she smashed her lips onto his, this time, letting him kiss back.

"Ewwww!" they heard two voice chorus. Quickly, pulling away from each other, they stared at the stern and disgusted faces of their children.

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose in disgust but personally thought it was kind of cute. "Mum! Dad!" she cried, "Did you really have to snog on my birthday?" Trevor snickered at his sister's remark and the red faces of their parents.

Suddenly, the moment was ruined by a little brown owl flying into the room, carrying a letter. He flew over Elizabeth's parents' and brother's heads and dropped the letter in front of her. "What the-?" She crouched down and took the letter delicately in her hands. On the front of the envelope lay an emblem with four animals on it with the letter H in the middle. There was also a phrase. She stared at it and read aloud, "Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus."

Trevor gave his sister a weird look while his parents breath sped up and their faces turned pale. Mr. Evans finally cleared his throat and said shakily, "W-why don't y-you open it sw-sweetheart?"

Elizabeth gave her father a weird look but opened it anyways. She narrowed her eyes and read the first words out loud, " 'Dear Ms. Elizabeth POTTER?' " She re-read it then shot a glare at her dad. "Care to explain father?" she asked bitterly. Mr. Evans, well Mr. Potter, sighed but mumbled, "Continued reading Elizabeth."

Elizabeth cleared her throat and started to re-read, " 'Dear Ms. Elizabeth Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September first. We await your owl by no later than July thirty-first. Yours sincerely, Minerva MCGONALL, HEAD MISTRESS!' " Elizabeth stared at the letter with her mouth open and Trevor had the same expression.

Mrs. Potter looked at her children and said, "Please! Your father and I can explain!"

End of Chapter 1