A/N: In the future I hope to write another story (that does NOT align with this one [or maybe it will idk *evil laughter*]) but anyway, said story will most likely have a Zandra in it. It is NOT THE SAME ZANDRA. I just really like the name. K? K.

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Zandra POV

I woke up earlier than usual, springing out of bed and running towards my closet. What to wear?, I thought. Today was going to be one of the best days of my life, adding to the 10 other best days that had gone by, starting with the day I was born. Today was my day. No one would call me weird, no one would tease me. They wouldn't be able to since I would never see them again. Today we were leaving town and all the people I know, besides my mum and my sister. We were going to a new house somewhere special to live. Mum won't tell us where it is, only that we'll love it. What made that even better? Today, August 23rd, was my eleventh birthday.

I would actually turn 11 at about 3 or so this afternoon. Around the same time, Mum said we would arrive at our new home. I figured it would be kind of like a birthday present for me.

Selecting a navy blue dress that went just above my knees, I ran downstairs where all of the suitcases sat stacked and ready to be packed. All of the furniture and boxes that we hadn't needed last night were sent ahead  to the mysterious destination. All that we had to take in the trailer were our beds and clothes. I grabbed up two of the suitcases and dragged them upstairs, trying not to make too much noise. But my sister, Abby was already awake.

"Good morning, Zand-raawwwhh", she greeted with a yawn. Her thin blonde hair was completely bedraggled from sleep." What are you doing up so early?", she asked, her eyes drooping closed.

"Just want to get a early start on the day!", I replied cheerily. "You however, probably need to get back to sleep, little missy", I told her, scooping the 6 year old in my arms and whooshing her back into her bed. Giggling, she obliged and snuggled up back into her covers. Within minutes her breathing slowed and she was asleep.

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The clock struck 7:00 and I was done packing the 2 suitcases with my remaining belongings. My mum has finally gotten up from bed, and is starting to pack her own stuff into a few suitcases.

"Can I help you pack, Mum?", I asked, now free of things to do. She looks up from her work, her messy bun looking a bit frazzled. I can see behind her to the giant pile of clothes, only a small portion of them have been transferred to the leather suitcase a meter or so away.

"No honey, I'm up to my neck in clothes here, but what would be really useful is if you could wake up your sister and help her pack up. Do you think you could do that for me?", she asks, obviously overwhelmed from the mountain before her.

"Sure!", I said enthusiastically. I knew that with both Abby and I occupied, she would be able to focus on her suitcases. I left her room and crossed the hall to Abby's room, where she was sound asleep, just where I left her a couple hours ago.

"Wake up, sleepy head! It's moving day and you need to finish packing!", I said in a sing-song voice, shaking her gently until a groan escapes her lips.

"What...? Zandra, is that you? I'm too-", her complaint is interrupted by a giant yawn. "tired", she finishes, drifting back to sleep. I start shaking her again, only stopping when she whines and sits up. "Why do we have to get up so early ?", she says, her youthful little face contorting into another yawn.

"Because we all need to finish packing before we have to go to the new house! Come on, you get dressed while I go downstairs and grab a couple suitcases for your clothes. Deal?", I say, knowing that if I do the brunt work, she'll help and make it fun. She nods her head and gets out of bed, walking towards her closet. I jump up from my position next to her bed and head downstairs into what used to be a gorgeously furnished kitchen, but is now a white and sterile looking area with holes in the wall. On the tile is the stack of suitcases, I get hold of the handles of three suitcases and pick them up. I highly doubt we'll need this many, but any extra space can go to Mum's endeavors.

When I get back to Abby's room, I see her decked out in a ton of her clothes. She must have about 5 layers on, not counting the billions of accessories. "Abby-", I start to scold her, but she cuts me off.

"Don't start, Zandra. This way, I won't have to pack as much! Its fool proof!", she exclaims, finishing her sentence with a twirl. I can't help but laugh.

"Abby, that is one of the funniest things I have ever seen, but please take at least 2 layers off, you'll overheat.", I told her. She looked at me reproachfully but took off some layers. Four scarves, three hats, five purses, three coats, five shirts, and three pairs of pants later, she was in a normal outfit of shorts and a t-shirt. "That's better, now lets get you packed up.", I say, stepping towards her full closet as she picked up the discarded clothes from the ground, and folded them neatly in the suitcase. This was going to take a while.

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At 9 o'clock, all of us had our suitcases in the bed of the pick-up truck and anything else in the little trailer. We set out on  little back road, not too many cars passes by, not very many at all actually, just the occasional semi-truck. We passed houses and farmland, but not any notable towns or cities. The scenery was beautiful, but after the hundredth farm or so, it got very boring. Six hours went by and we pulled into a little gated community, a village really, that had a sign reading "Godric's Hollow". Odd name, I think, but then again, so is Zandra. It was mostly just a little town square with two-storied houses lining the rim and a cemetery and church in the center. Each house was quaint and unique, I wonder which one is ours.

We pull up in the driveway of a blue house with a little front garden, a big maple tree out front, and a lot of windows. I notice a upper-story room with a bay window and a little area of roof that I can picture myself sitting on at night, relaxing and breathing in the cool night air. I love it. The door looks very welcoming, and I can't wait to enter. I jump out of the truck, grab my two suitcases, and run to the front door, a little wobbly on my unused legs. The big wooden door swings wide to let me in when I push and I step over the threshold. Light shines through the abundance of windows and dapples the hardwood floor. I see the stairs ahead and climb them, seeking out the room with the bay window. I find it and set my bags down, claiming it as mine.

When I make it back downstairs, Mum and Abby are just making it inside with their tons of luggage. Abby, who was really tired on the way here, looks around trying to take every thing in. Her face lights up and she turns to mum.

"I love, love, love it Mum!", she squeals, dropping her things and twirling around the front room. I go to Mum and grin just as big, enveloping her in a huge hug.

"I love it too, Mum.", I say, smiling up into her blue eyes that are so much like mine. She smiles back, clearly elated by our enthusiastic approval.

"Glad to hear it! Now lets get all the rest of our stuff and settle in.", she tells us, grinning at both of us in turn and ushering us outside.

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That evening, Mum bakes me a cake and we have a little party. We're all exhausted though, and if it weren't for our polite neighbors bringing us welcome gifts, we would have gone straight to bed afterwards. The families are nice though. Our next-door neighbors are the Potters, kind of queer folk but very kind. Their son, James, is my age and I was astounded at his friendliness. Maybe it's because not many kids my age have ever been anything but mean to me.

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That night I had a most peculiar dream. I was in a giant castle. There were kids my age and all of us were wearing cloaks. We were ushered into the Great Hall by a stern looking lady, also wearing a cloak. The Great Hall was huge and spectacular, with four long tables side-by-side in the middle, and one long table perpendicular on a raised platform. The raised table seated older people, including the lady from before. The four tables all seem to have a different vibe, I'm attracted to one in particular. Looking around the rest of the Hall, the ceiling was very strange. Was there a ceiling? There didn't seem to be, because it looked just like the sky. Below the ceiling that was the sky there was a bounty of floating candles. How were they staying up? I woke up just as an old man with a long white and red beard sitting at the center of the raised table called for everyone's attention.

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The next morning, I was well rested and I made my way downstairs. Mum was up and was just about to wake Abby up when I volunteered to make eggs. I got out the pan, milk, and eggs and started the process. I was almost done when Mum came back with a very tired Abby in tow.

"I'm too TIRED for breakfast, Mummy! Can I go back to bed? Please?", she whimpered, trying her best to get sympathy from Mum.

"No, I'm sorry honey but now that you're up, you're staying up. Look, Zandra made some eggs for us. Don't you want to have some?", she asked, pleading with the child to see reason. Abby looked up at the counter and smiled.

"I guess so.", she said, perking up as I shoveled her some eggs onto a plate. Mum sat down next to her and got herself a helping too. While I was getting myself a plate, I stood next to one of the many windows in our new home. Looking out, I saw something very strange. An owl was flying straight towards our window on a collision course. I screamed as it landed softly on the outside ledge, and tapped gently on the glass as if asking to come in. Mum was on the scene at once, calming me down. She seemed absolutely overjoyed at this arrival and not at all shocked.

"Calm down, Zandra. You'll see what this is all about in just a few moments.", she said, trying to reassure me that this was in fact normal. This was not normal. Mum opened the window and let the bird step in. It was a barn owl by the looks of it. It lifted it's leg and I realized there was a parcel attached, just a note. Carefully, I took the envelope and looked at the outside. On the flap was an ornate wax seal with a strange crest on it. A lion, a snake, a badger, and an eagle. flipping the envelope over, I see who it is addressed to . It reads:

Zandra Young

The window bedroom

Number 12

Godric's Hollow

"How does it know where I sleep?!", I ask, more alarmed about this whole thing than my mother is.

"Just open it, dear.", is the only response I get.

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A/N

you like???????

I hope so. I also hope that it wasn't too long or anything, trust me, the plot is coming into action soon. ;D    so just hang in there!