I walked down Carlisle Avenue hand in hand with my mum and dad on our way to Jenkin's Ice Cream Parlor. I couldn't have been happier either; it was a warm July day, not too hot and not too cold. I had spent the whole afternoon swimming in the lake next to our house with the other neighborhood kids, which was always a blast. And now I was going to get my favorite ice cream at Jenkin's! Life was perfect.

"What're you going to get, Li?" my father asked me with a twinkle in his eye.

"Peanut Butter chocolate, of course!" I cried in disbelief, pretending to not get that he was teasing me. I had always gotten peanut butter chocolate because they were my two favorite flavors combined; the best of both worlds, so to say. My parents chuckled and I smiled; I liked to make people laugh.

When we opened the door there was a small "ding!" to announce our arrival. Stacey, an employee at Jenkin's, was on the phone talking to her boss, Mr. Paul Jenkin himself. She held up a finger to us as if to say "I'll be with you in a moment" and an apologetic smile before bustling to find a pen and paper in a drawer next to the cash register.

We weren't alone in the parlor. At a table in the corner was a group of kids, all looking somewhat similar but distinctively different. The oldest looked about fourteen; he had dark brown hair that was grown out and curled a bit on the ends. On his lap was a little girl, about nine, who had auburn hair and freckles. Their brother, it looked like, seemed about my age (if not a year older) and had inky black hair that had a bad case of bed-head. On the other side of the table were two red-haired children, the girl about my age and the boy age nine. They seemed happy enjoying their ice cream in each other's company. Every now and then they'd all laugh together. I listened in to what they were saying to know what was so funny.

"...Well, it's not Florean's, but it tastes pretty good!" said the oldest boy, who was devouring his cone. The others nodded in agreement.

"It's too bad the others couldn't have come, they'll never believe how good this muggle ice cream is," said the girl on his lap. Did she just say 'muggle'? I've never heard that word before. Is it slang? I was so perplexed by her statement I accidently ran into a table in the parlor, making a loud and noticeable sound. The group all looked over at me and I blushed a light pink.

"Oh, Lilah, that'll be another bruise, I expect," my mother predicted while shaking her head. My father chuckled and I shot him a menacing glare, or as menacing as an eleven-year-old girl could get. I was always running into things if not tripping over them, I happened to be severely clumsy.

The group of kids had gone back to their conversation except for the boy who looked around my age. He faced me now, and I saw his eyes were a stunning green, even more so than mine. He was actually sort of cute. The boy smiled a brilliant smile and I giggled nervously before turning back to my parents.

"Sorry, sorry! Mr. Jenkin wanted me to take note on the new flavors coming in," Stacey said after she hung up the phone. "Anyways, what can I get for you?"

"I'll have two scoops of vanilla in a cup please," my father said.

"Simple and sweet, good choice! What about you Ma'am?"

"Same as him," my mother agreed. My parents liked the same exact things; it was beyond bizarre, even if they were married.

Stacey nodded. "And you?" she asked me.

"The peanut butter chocolate in a cake cone please!" Stacey gave me a grimace.

"I'm sorry sweetie, there is none left," she gestured to the empty carton under the bar. I pouted and looked longingly through the glass where my peanut butter chocolate should be.

"But I really wanted it," I muttered sadly.

"I'm sorry dear. What else would you prefer?" my mother asked and put a hand on my shoulder.

"I guess I'll have..." I trailed off and gave the empty carton one last longing look only to gasp in surprise. Instead of being empty, the carton was completely filled with Peanut Butter Chocolate ice cream! It wasn't possible!

"Yes, hun?" Stacey asked, but when I didn't answer, she followed my shocked gaze. Her eyes crinkled in confusion.

"Well, that's weird. Really weird. I could have sworn it was empty...I must have imagined it. Here," she scooped out the ice cream and handed it to me. "Enjoy!"

I looked down at it with shock. I had wanted the ice cream to be there and it had just...appeared. Out of thin air. What was I doing?

It wasn't like this was the first strange-unexplainable thing to happen to me. About a month or so ago I'd been mad at my dad for not letting me sleep over at my friend Bethany's house, and while we argued his coffee cup exploded and hot coffee splattered down his front. I had felt so guilty, my anger demised immediately. I knew I was the one who exploded the cup just like how I was the one who made the ice cream appear. I was a freak of nature. I slumped into a seat at a table while my parent's paid for their ice cream. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the green-eyed boy approach my table. I turned to stare him down, but he sat down next to me anyways.

"Hi, I'm Albus. Albus Potter," he stretched out his hand for me to shake it and looked as if I should recognize him. How arrogant. And what kind of name was 'Albus' anyways? Was he foreign? His accent sounded English, though.

"Lilah Parker," I said curtly and did not shake his hand. "What do you want?" I was already mad at myself for being such a freak; I didn't need him bothering me, no matter how cute he was!

"I saw the ice cream carton before you came in, it was empty. And then it was full when you wanted it," he smirked at me. Oh no, he was going to make fun of me! Okay Lilah, just deny everything.

"So?" I crossed my arms.

"So, what house are you in? I've never seen you before, are you in Ravenclaw? You look the bookish type. Or maybe Hufflepuff?" he questioned me with excited eyes.

What an odd way to ask where I live. And what the hell is a 'Hufflepuff'?

"Um, I'm in the yellow house on Warwick," I replied, though quickly regretted it. This guy was weird, even more then a freak then I was! What if he stalked me like those creeps on the news?

"Huh? No, I meant at Hogwarts," he clarified, or at least tried to.

"Hog warts? Is that like a disease?" I squinted my eyes in confusion.

His face matched mine in puzzlement and his lovely green eyes flashed with anger. "But I saw you! I saw you do magic! It's okay, I can too! Don't worry, you wont get in trouble, it's hard to control it even after you get your wand and have been taught!" he insisted.

"What? I...there is no such thing as magic!" I spluttered. He was making fun of me! "I don't have a wand! Stop speaking such rubbish!"

His eyes remained angry. "Stop denying it, I saw you!" he demanded. I glanced at my parents, hoping they'd save me from psycho-bully, but they were still talking with Stacey. I saw my dad imitate a drunken golfer, so he must be telling his 'How Golf was Invented' joke again. Fabulous. I turned back to Albus to see his features had softened and his eyes wide with realization.

"Muggle-born..." he muttered. There was that word again!

"Excuse me? I'm English, not 'Muggle', whatever race that is, and I'd appreciate if you'd stop talking such nonsense and leave me alone!"

He chuckled. "Alright, but one more question."

I sighed exasperated. "What?"

"How old are you?"

After talking about nonsense like magic and pig's acne, he chooses now to ask me a normal question? And I thought I was odd!

"I turn twelve in September."

"So your eleven?"

"You said one more question! And yes, I'm eleven! Goodbye now!"

He laughed and I squinted my eyes menacingly. How dare he laugh at me!

"Al, we best be off. Mum said to be home by nine!" his older brother called from across the room. They were throwing away their napkins and getting ready to leave.

"Hey, when do the letters get delivered?" he called to them. They all froze and looked at him, then me, with frightened eyes.

"The letters get delivered in about a week, Albus. Now come here, we're leaving, and don't think I'm not telling Mum about this," his brother said through a clenched jaw. Albus nodded to them and turned back to me, completely indifferent from his brother's tone.

"Everything will make sense in about a week then. I'll see you on the train soon, Lilah!" he waved cheerily at me and left with his family. What letter? What train? Why was this boy so bloody odd?

"It's okay, she's muggle-born, I'm sure of it," I heard him tell them.

"I'M ENGLISH!" I wanted to scream after them but held my tongue. I never heard their reply however; they left the parlor in a quick pace, stern looks on their faces.

Little did I know that a few weeks later, I would receive a letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, explaining that I was a witch. I was completely in shock, even after we visited Diagon Alley and bought my wand, even after I met the headmistress of the school itself! I finally came to grips with who I truly was when I saw Albus Potter on the Hogwarts Express. I opened the compartment door and smirked at him.

"Do you think you can fill me in on this whole 'witch' thing by the time we get to school? I don't want to be confused about everything on my very first day.

My first shot at an O.C. type fiction. How did you like it? Should I continue? Please review!