Chapter Two –

To Go or Not to Go

It was Francesca, who wandered out to the orphanage garden in the early evening later that day. Stephan was already out there waiting in his own backyard.

"Who was that man, Francesca?" he asked as soon as she got to the fence.

"A teacher." she said. "He works at a school called Hogwarts." Francesca explained. The look on Stephan's face did not change. He remained worrisome, fearful and disgusted at the man who had sent him away.

"What did he want?" Stephan asked, more eagerly.

"I'm to attend Hogwarts in September." Francesca answered. "I'll be back every summer though!" she said before Stephan could interject.

"What!" he said more loudly. "Every summer?"

"Oh." Francesca realized what he meant. "It's a boarding school. For very talented w- people." she caught herself.

"You're not going, are you?" he asked.

"I am." Francesca said.

"Then I'll go too!" he said, standing up tall, putting his hands on his hips. Francesca gripped the top of the fence tighter, biting her bottom lip.

"You can't." she answered. "The school is for certain kinds of...people."

"Well what makes you so special?" Stephan retorted. Francesca looked down and closed her eyes for a second. A single tear escaped her baby blue eyes.

"My parents," she began, "they went to this school. I've been signed up since birth. This is my chance, Stephan. My chance to be different, my chance to learn what my parents did. My chance to know my parents."

"Your parents are dead, Francesca!" Stephan shouted. More tears fell down Francesca's pale face. She let out a small sob.

"Stephan you don't know what it's like living every day not knowing who your parents were. I don't even know their names! I know nothing about them! For all I know they could still be alive!" Francesca shouted, more tears falling. "The teachers knew them! The students might have even known them! These people are like my parents, they could know!"

"How are they like your parents, huh, Francesca? What makes these people so special from the rest of the world! How come I've never heard of this place? Where is it anyway? It's probably all a scam, Francesca! They could hurt you, or even kill you!" Stephan shouted back.

"They won't! I know they won't!" she shouted. Her rage brought more tears, and something she had been fearing ever since she had met Professor Snape happened. The fence that stood between them began to rock back and forth dangerously, until it fell away from Francesca, falling on Stephan.

"Ah! What the bloody – Francesca!" Stephan said, as Francesca ran back inside. "No, wait!" he called. Francesca went to open the door, but it wouldn't open. She looked down, and there hung a padlock, keeping the door shut. It hadn't been there before...

"What did you do!" Francesca shouted as she turned around.

"What? Nothing! How could I?" Stephan said. Francesca knew he was right. He wasn't like her, he couldn't do magic. But then how did the padlock get there? She didn't know, but didn't care. She walked around to the front and went inside that way.

She ran up to her room, locked the door and sat on her bed and stared out the window. She didn't know what she was going to do. She had to go. Being a witch is what she was born to do. But Stephan...she would make new friends, right? Professor Snape had said so.

Besides. She had to go. An untrained witch is dangerous, Professor Snape had said. It's against the wizarding law to not attend a school.

But it wasn't just that, that bothered Francesca. It was the fact that she had to lie to Stephan. It was the first thing she ever kept from him. And it was only the start. She wouldn't be able to tell him all her adventures and her lessons at the new school. She could write, she thought, but she would have to be careful. But would Stephan want her to? Would he ever speak to her again?

Everything was going through her mind. She considered not going and just running away. But surely they would find her, plus she couldn't survive on her own. She was an eleven year old girl.

Francesca Quinntessence Antonina Zubia was going to Hogwarts. There was no doubting that.

/Authors Note/

Sorry it's short! I didn't know what else to write :s next chapter will be longer.

R&R :)