I do not own any of the characters in this story. They remain the property of J.K. Rowling, and Amy Sherman Palledino, as well a WB. I only own the scenarios, I put them in.

It was a perfectly ordinary day, one like any other in Stars Hollow. The town was aflutter as folk went about their everyday business. The town square was packed with various volunteers plastering banners and posters everywhere possible, while Tayler Doose hollered at them to inch this a little to the left and raise one end of that a little higher. It was not unusual to Kirk to hover around him.

Across the street a woman and a small girl entered Luke's Diner and took their usual table. Immediately the child dug a book out of her backpack, opened it and began to read oblivious to her mother's obvious flirting with Luke Danes, who owned the Diner.

Strangers marveled at the way the girl could concentrate in spite of whatever was happening around her, but to those who knew her it was not uncommon for Rory Gilmore to bury her head in a book, even in the strangest of places. She loved to read and had an equal love for learning. For that reason she was the top student in her class at Stars Hollow Elementary, unparalleled by any other student.

She had read every Jane Austin novel by the time she was seven and this barely put a dent in her collection. Everyone in the town knew that Rory was bound to succeed, no one, not even the little girl herself, knew just what her destiny would be...

Everyone but Rory was standing at the window watching something in the street and Luke began to curse the owl they were all watching as it followed Miss Patty and Babette into the Diner. With a flap of it's wings it landed on the table in front of Rory who was too caught up in her book to notice. Lorela, however noticed the strange bird and the envelope, addressed to 'Rory Gilmore' firmly grasped in it's beak.

"Look, Rory!" she exclaimed tapping her daughter on the shoulder. "It has a letter addressed to you."

Finally Rory looked up and noticed and was taking the envelope from its beak and opened it with a look of confusion. She opened it and skimmed the letter it contained, then moments later screwed it up, marched across the busy diner and tossed it in the trash.

"Ridiculous!" she muttered as she returned to her seat. "As if I would fall for that!"

"What was that all about?" asked a concerned Lorelai.

"Rubbish and nonsense," her daughter answered and buried her head in her book again.

Almost on she,s another owl snuck in and perched beside the first one, infuriating Luke. Rory ignored it and kept reading, but Lorelai was curious.

She took the envelope from the owl and opened it up. She scrunched her face up as she read the strange letter with the curious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry letterhead. "They can't be serious!" she exclaimed. At that moment she was mentally flicking through the many ways she could deal with the matter of looked like an intricate plan cooked up, undoubtedly by Rory's classmates to upset and annoy her. She handed the latter to Luke who was standing with his hands on his hips, smoke practically blowing from his ears, surveying the owl situation, his irritation escalating, rapidly.

He nodded as he read, silently and paused for half a minute. "Oh, they are good," he said incredulously. "The imagination these kids surprise me."

"I know!" Lorelei agreed. "If they spent half as much energy and time on their school work as they did with these stupid letters, they would probably be better at it instead of having to be so jealous of Rory!"

Rory glanced at her mother and Luke, hoping the fuss over her would soon end. Soon it did, but not before many more owls arrived with the same letter, stating that Rory Gilmore had been accepted into Hogwarts and was expected to travel to England in the Fall to attend first year classes. Like the others before, Rory tossed them in the trash and had reached boiling point when yet another owl arrived. Tearing up the letter, she stormed out of Luke's Diner and ran until she reached home, and locked herself in her room adjacent to the kitchen, bolting her window shut. Owls landed in hundreds, lining the trees, fences and railings each with a yellowing envelope with fancy green handwriting.

She buried her head under her pillow so she wouldn't have to see them and remained there the whole day wishing they would all go away. In the hall, Rory could hear the phone ring and her mother's frazzled voice as she answered it.

A moment later Lorelei was knocking on the bedroom calling Rory to take the call.

Hesitantly Rory held the phone to her ear and whispered a "Hello."

"Hello Rory," Emily Gilmore's sharp voice greeted her granddaughter. In her short life, Rory had learned quickly that when Emily called you answered no matter what was happening in your life.

"Did you get the letter yet?" Emily asked.

A shiver ran through Rory's body. "How did you know about those?"

"It's a long story, best explained over dinner."

Rory held the phone away from her, cupping the mouthpiece. "Granma knows about the letters," Lorelei's eyes widened as her daughter spoke. "She wants us to go to dinner tonight so she can 'explain' them. Lorelei snatched the phone from Rory and another awkward conversation of politeness preceded the demand that Lorelei bring the girl to dinner, that combined the usual guilt trip with an all knowing air, that intrigued Lorelei just enough to agree.

Before they knew it the Gilmore girls were suitably dressed, ready and in Lorelei's Jeep on the way to Hartford for a much dreaded visit to see Richard and Emily Gilmore.

They soon arrived and as Lorelei stood before the large wooden doors, alongside Rory, the memories flooded back – the stuffy dinner parties and the army of maids who carried out their work under the disapproving eye of Emily, one which rested on Lorelei's shoulders, constantly. As she reached out to ring the large bell she prayed the bell wasn't working so she and Rory could turn around and run from this house which screamed disapproval. It seemed to be mocking her as the bell rang out louder than ever in the stark night air. She braced herself for what would inevitably follow. Sure enough, a maid in a grey and white uniform opened the doors and invited the guests in, while Emily barked at the birdlike woman that she was doing everything wrong! The maid took the girls' coats from them and Emily guestured for them to follow her into the sitting room. "Run!" whispered Lorelei to the maid when Emily was out of earshot. "Run while you can!"

The maid scowled and hurried off to see to one of the many things Emily expected done around the mansion. Nothing short of perfection was what Emily expected and often maids (and Lorelei) fell short of expectation with dire consequences. For the maids it ment the loss of a job, but for Lorelei this meant wearing the burden of her mother's constant disappointment, something she had learned to endure on her twice yearly visits.

Rory however loved the beautiful big house in which her grandmother lived and loved the praise her grandparents showered her with as opposed to the quips and tongue lashings they dished out to their daughter.

To be a squib was one thing, but in their eyes, to fall pregnant out of wedlock at such an age was abominable. At sixteen, Lorelei had brought shame upon the Gilmore name, according to Richard and Emily, not to mention forced them to watch their hopes and dreams for Emily go up in smoke.

Respected in the social and business, not to mention the wizarding worlds, Emily and Richard learned to adapt to their daughter's lack of powers. Her life had been planned for her. She would attend Charlatan and then, as Gilmores had done for many generations, go on to Yale and study business and economics. Lorelei's 'irresponsibility' and ended all hope for the Gilmores, something which she was reminded of every time she visited. This visit would be no different.

Emily's mood however seemed light and she fussed over Rory, more so than usual. Receiving the letter had made Rory the great white hope of the Gilmore clan.

They settled in with their cocktails, Rory with a soda, and after the usual tongue lashing she gave Lorelei for not calling or visiting with Rory, she turned her focus on the child and smiled sweetly.

"So, Rory," She said with a much softer tone. "You got your letter, how nice. Isn't it great, Richard, she's going to Hogwarts!"

"She's what?"

"I'm what?" they exclaimed at the same time.

"Have you finally lost your mind?" Lorelei continued.

"No I have not lost my mind, Lorelei, I am quite serious actually. You never told Rory about us?" Emily turned to Richard. "She is so determined to run away from us and our way of life, that she has to hide the truth from her daughter!"

"Mom –"

"What were you expecting, Lorelei? Did you really think that that little girl would be just like you and be content with that?"

"Harsh, Mom! It wasn't like that at all!"

"Really? How was it, then? Please tell me Lorelei I am just dying to know!" The leathery faced woman pursed her lips and glued her eyes on Lorelei's face, waiting for an answer which was expected to bring great amusement to Emily.

"I was trying to protect her from all of this until she was ready!" Lorelei screamed.

The arguing continued as Rory darted her eyes around the room, wishing it would all stop. Finally Richard raised his hands and yelled "Enough!"

Everyone stopped and faced Mr. Gilmore who promptly spoke. "What's important now, Emily, Lorelei, is that Rory understands what all of this means."

"Yes, Richard," Emily said and began to explain to Rory, what it all meant.