~AUTHOR'S NOTE~ Here we go! This is my newest fic. It will be long, but I hope that you all enjoy it. I'll put warnings before it gets dark, so that you know what's coming up. Enjoy!

Thank You to my wonderful Beta Readers Emica and Lauren who know WAY more about Harry Potter than I do and keep me from making major mistakes.

~DISCLAIMER~ JK Rowling owns most of these characters and she always will. However, I do own Michelle and her family along with one or two others along the way.

Michelle Standish was sitting on her bed reading a book when her 15-year-old sister came running into her room.

"Michelle! You have to come downstairs! Right now!" Diana said breathlessly.

Something in Diana's voice told Michelle that it was what she had waited for all summer. Throwing the book aside, she jumped off of the bed and followed her sister down to where her parents waited.

John Standish, wizard and head of the family, brought his two daughters into the sitting room. Marie, their mother, was already there. She was a well-to-do French woman whom John had met while on holiday in Paris. She was a Muggle, but John loved her anyway.

Michelle sat on the well-loved couch, giddy with excitement. Her father cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Michelle. You are 11 years old now. As you know, it is a very important age. I have something for you – " He produced a tan envelope made of heavy parchment. With a twinkle in his eye, he continued, "that will hopefully make you every happy. Congratulations!"

Michelle let out a squeal as she tore open the letter, sealed with green wax. She could hardly breathe as she read her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, signed by Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and head of John's house, Gryffindor.

"I can't believe it!" Diana was saying. "My little sister's finally going to Hogwarts!"

"I'm so proud!" Marie said with tears in her eyes. Michelle got up and hugged her mother. She knew Marie had been secretly worried that Michelle would inherit her Muggle genes.

"I love you, Mama," she whispered. Marie smiled at her younger daughter – her baby.

"My letter says that the school year starts September 1st," Diana commented, holding an identical letter.

"Same as every year." John smiled. "We should schedule a trip to Diagon Alley as soon as possible."

Michelle clapped her hands together. She loved going to Diagon Alley with her sister and now she was finally going shopping for herself!

"Here," Marie said, standing up. "Why don't you three plan the trip to Diagon Alley and I'll start planning the celebration."

Michelle sadly watched her mother leave the room. She could only imagine how her mother felt seeing her daughters so happy about something she would never be a real part of. Her father and Diana were chattering on about school supplies and didn't notice when Michelle quietly followed her mom into the kitchen.

"You need help, Mama?"

Marie just smiled. "It's your day, Michelle. You don't have to help."

"But I want to!" Without another word, Michelle started helping with the celebratory dinner.

When they were growing up, Diana and Michelle had been close to each other but not to the same parents. Diana was always Daddy's Little Girl. John would take her with him everywhere: Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, even the Ministry of Magic. Diana had shown magical talent from a very young age and John took it upon himself to mold her fledging abilities.

Michelle, on the other hand, never showed any signs of being a witch. Marie and John had given their second daughter a French name in honor of Marie's homeland and this connection formed a strong bond between mother and daughter from the very beginning.

As Michelle grew older and continued to show no signs of magic, it dawned on her parents that she could very well turn out to be a Muggle. This realization caused John to dote on Diana's obvious abilities even more, especially when she was accepted to Hogwarts. Michelle was 7 years old that year and still in Muggle school. Marie helped her adjust to the prospect of remaining in Muggle school and living without the aid of magic.

Michelle always knew her mother understood. She always ran to Marie with problems and let her Mama dry her tears. Now, as they stood together making dinner, she was excited, but apprehensive at the same time. The mystery was solved – she wouldn't have to live her life as a Muggle. But she prayed that the bond she shared with her mother would not be weakened.

Diana came bounding into the kitchen. "Dad and I decided that we can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow!"

Michelle nodded and grinned happily. "I can't wait!"

Marie watched her two daughters wistfully. "All right you two!" she said after a minute. "Out! Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she added with a smile.

Michelle reluctantly left the kitchen. She picked up her letter, reading it over and over again. It was almost too good to be true!

But it was true. Michelle grinned and clasped the letter as though she'd never let it go.