Rebecca Warren and The Third Wizarding War

Chapter 1: Leaving Home

High above the waters of the Atlantic Ocean, a Boeing 747 flew through the dark gray skies, bound for New York. On that plane sat 14-year old Rebecca Warren, along with her sister, Isabelle.

Rebecca, who had brunette hair that fell below her shoulders, was deep in thought looking out the window. Her emerald green eyes darted at every shape in a cloud that looked interesting.

Her sister, who had a similar style in her hair, although she was a blonde with blue eyes. Other than their facial structure and pale complexion, you couldn't tell that they were sisters. Isabelle was drawing on her sketchpad. She loved to draw. It was her favorite activity and she was very good at it.

Rebecca had turned her focus away from the window and to Isabelle. Her eyes led to the sketchpad. She was drawing a plane. It looked just like the one they on.

"That's really good, Issy." Rebecca said in a soft tone. Passengers around them were asleep and the last thing Rebecca wanted was to draw attention to them.

"Thanks." Isabelle said lightly. "It's the same plane we're in. Look. You can see you looking out the window."

Isabelle pointed to one of the windows and Rebecca seen herself looking out it with a big smile on her face. Rebecca wished the picture was telling the truth, but sadly there was nothing to be smiling about with their situation.

You see, Rebecca was a witch. One who lived in a secret society, away from those with nonmagical abilities, called muggles, but that wasn't why she was sad. She was perfectly happy to not be asked by muggles to do something magic every five minutes as they no doubt would do.

What was bothering her was that her society in Great Britain was falling apart to what many are calling The Third Wizarding War.

And for some reason, this affected Rebecca's entire family directly. The new Minister of Magic wanted the Warren family as well as other famous families such as the Potters and Weasleys. Even the Malfoys were wanted.

While it may make some kind of sense as to why those families would be wanted, Rebecca's family was only known for one thing- quidditch. Her father, Anthony Warren, was arguably the best quidditch player of current time. However, he retired only a year ago due to an injury that was beyond magical repair.

Rebecca's mother, Valèrie, was also famous, but for inventing. She built a broom faster than any Nimbus model and sold millions worldwide. Plus, her maiden name was Bedel. She was the daughter to a French wizard who held high power in their country's Ministry of Magic.

But none of it made sense as to why they were wanted. They never done anything wrong, unless the Minister got denied an autograph by Rebecca's father one time.

"Becky?"

Rebecca was snapped out of her thoughts by her sister. She was waiting for a confirmation that the drawing of her sister looked good.

"That looks wonderful." Rebecca said with a smile.

"It sure is weird flying without a broom." Isabelle said in a low voice, making sure the sleeping muggles didn't hear them.

"It is." Rebecca said, glancing around. Truthfully, she hated it. Too many people in one area, plus she hated flying in general, which made her the odd one of the family. Quidditch and flying was all it seemed Rebecca's father cared about and was hardly ever around because of it.

The plane's intercom clicked on and a low voice came on. "Hello and good morning. This is your captain speeking. For those of you who are late nighters and still awake, New York time is 6:47am and we'll be arriving at JFK International in one hour. Our lovely flight attendants will be coming around to wake up your fellow passengers. Coffee will be served as well. These gray skies should clear up as we get closer to our  destination. Thank you and welcome to America folks!"

The intercom clicked off. For seven hours, Rebecca did not sleep one minute. Her sister tried but found the seats uncomfortable even with the extra empty seat on their row to stretch out on.

"I want some coffee." Isabelle said with a yawn. Isabelle never had coffee before and Rebecca was a little unsure about letting her have any. The effects it could have on her...

It didn't matter though. Isabelle was heard by a passing flight attendant who was more than happy to give her and Rebecca a cup of coffee with cream and sugar. Rebecca never had any herself and was reluctant to try it, but the smell of vanilla itched her nose and she brought her cup to her lips and felt the rush of the beverage. Any sign of sleepiness was now gone. Rebecca looked at Isabelle who was attempting to fan her mouth. She mumbled the words of "too hot" as she sat her mug down.