At the beginning, well, strangely, or not strangely, enough, both stories, those of Harry Potter and Elisa Calconn, begin from the same source: Voldemort. Even so, we all know the Harry Potter side of the story. The problem is, what happened to Elisa? I, spectre, am here to tell the tale that all forgot, or didn't even hear.
we all know what happend that night, when the unsuspecting Dursleys found Harry on their doorstep. but what about the child who was left in a dungeon room, warmed for the infant living there. Here we go:
Hagrid landed on the driveway, carrying the sleeping Harry in a sling on his back.
"Ahh, Hagrid, you have got him?" Dumbledore asked.
"Li'l tyke fell asleep just as we flew over Bristol,"
"And the girl?" Dumbledore said, looking over the rims of his half moon glasses.
Hagrid grumbled and sneered as he did so.
"Hagrid, you must notice that it is not her fault that she is his daughter."
"She'll grow up to be just like him, you'll see!"
"That is why no one will know, and why she'll be sent to live with muggles, just as Harry will be." Dumbledore's voice was calm, while Hagrid's was brimming with emotion, "Perhaps I should send Sirius to get her..."
"He's a traitor, Professor, he broke the spell!" Hagrid said, snarling.
"I don't believe it was his fault Hagrid, now hand me Harry and give the motorcycle back to Sirius, he'll need it to take Elisa where I'm sending her."
sirius looked down at the little bundle in the sling lent to him by Hagrid. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had done, letting Pettigrew be the Secret Keeper, and now because of that traitor, the Potters were dead, all except Harry. No, Sirius corrected himself; it wasn't Peter's fault as much as it was his own.
Sirius forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He looked down once more at the face in the sling. The red, cat-slit eyes looked back at him, but unlike voldemort's eyes they held a kindness, an understanding. He poured out his soul to her that night, telling all his thoughts, and Sirius felt that the little girl hanging by his chest listened. Elisa grabbed his dangling finger, but didn't smile until he smiled, then she laughed the way true babies should laugh. Oh well, he thought, I'll worry about that rat tomorrow. elisa sat in the TV room of her house, listening as her parents told her how proud they were of her for doing so well in Kindergarten. She laughed to herself, they were idiots. They didn't know what she could do. she had figured out long ago that they weren't her parents, she didn't look anything like them. They were blond haired, they had brown eyes, they were chubby, slow, yet graceful, while she was brown haired, red eyed, thin, in a toddler-like way, and catlike. Her parents walked away to say the same things to her brother, Henry. Ahh, but he would like it, unlike me, she thought.

But she contented to sit and wait 'til it was explained, for now she let her mind wander from them to the cat sitting on the floor in front of her. His name was gunther Gables Williams, named for a famous tiger-tamer, but he was just Gunther for short.
"How is it that people with small minds always have big mouths?" Gunther asked her.
"They think that if they give me praise, I'll be happy here and not want to run off wherever I'm destined to go. It's a human thing, you wouldn't understand." Elisa teased him.
He teased her back, "Neither would you, O Changling of mine. You're only human for about one one millionth of your brain."
"How do you know what I'm called? Where'd a cat like you find out?"

"I travel the highways, Elisa, I've talked with the Majicou, the one-eyed black cat, and I've run with the best of them. I would know."

"Mmm. Me too."
An owl flew past the window. Elisa had seen them, tried to talk to them, but they just flew on with the simple words of "Business to attend, can't talk." She had also seen the letters they were carying.
Just as she was wondering about this for the hundredth time that day, a knock came from the door. "Who is it?" Elisa called from her bed.
There was no answer. She got up and went to look through the window at the stranger. There sat an old man, with the longest beard she had ever seen; it swept the ground as he walked.
He wore sweeping robes of dark blue, and a dark blue pointed hat to match. His hair was a long as his beard. He reminded elisa of the Merlin she had heard of so many times in stories.
she walked to the door and opened it for im, while calling a long "MOM!" down the hallway.
The stranger's eyes twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles. "Are you Merlin?" she asked.
"No child, but I will tell you who I am soon enough." He smiled.
the Elisa's mother walked in, "Yes?"
"I have come to speak to the child about her later years in life. I believe it is necessary to tell her now before she leaves for school when she is eleven."
"And who are you?"
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am a professor at a school in England, and I am here to tell Elisa what she needs to know."
"No you will not. We live a very happy life here without you telling her!" Elisa's mother yelled. Ever calm Albus simply said, "Ahh, my dear, I am afaid it is a must." With that he laid a hand on Elisa's shoulder, and with a rush of wind, Elisa felt herself soaring like the birds she had so often transformed into.
then they were in an office, circular, with pictures of sleeping people in them. That was silly, why would anyone draw sleeping people? then she noticed that they were moving, and that, in a corner, there was a beautiful bird of scarlet that could only be from a fairy tale. "Who are you?" she asked in a repetitive way.
"Head master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"And it's time that you understood your future." Dumbledore continued.
"mom says that I'm going to Ransom Everglades, but I don't want to. It's boring there, I've been to the camp." She gave him the "Thinks-she's-smart little girl" act.
"Elisa don't play with me, I know your past and I can create your future."
"Mmm. Continue, O ye master of times. That's what I'll call you from now on. You're Father Time." "I hate to disappoint you, child, but I am Albus Dumbledore and always will be!" He laughed.
"sorry but you look like Father Time, smell like Father Time, talke like Father Time, and act like Father Time, so, like it or not, you're Father Time." Elisa crossed her arms and gave him a sideways look.
"I thought you said I was Merlin."
"Ahh, yes, but Gollumdo say he be dead, my preciousssss!" she hissed. that was a good book, the Hobbit. Her Father had read it to her when she was four.
"Yes, he is isn't he. Either way, I'm here to tell you that, well, that you're a witch, Elisa. And we want to send to Future Thyme's School of Wizardry, where you'll learn everything you need to know about the wizarding world."
"Thought there was something weird going on. You know that I can change forms to any animal I want? It's really cool. My cat told me that I'm a 'Changeling,' whatever that is." "Well, Elisa, you just explained that yourself. I'll tell you why. You see Elisa, you're the daughter of a great, evil wizard who-"
(I think you know how this goes from here, and so, as Spectre, I think that I will simply skip ahead to the beginning of school)

Future Thyme's School of Wizardry
Elisa carried her trunk on a trolley at a local Metro station to get onto the Metro Rail on her way to Future Thyme's. She knew how to get on, it wasn't hard, but it had everything to do with the clear glass elevator. Elisa though this didn't sound like the way you should get to school, on a Metro Rail, but she was stuck. So she got onto the elevator.
Along with the people she knew to be other people, because most Floridians didn't take the Metro. One of the many people in the elevator pressed their wand to the three buttons, four, one, and three, and with a rush of wind, the elevator stopped, and they all got out onto a station high up in the air.
There, lined up, were about one hundred carriages, floating in mid-air by a platform. Elisa remarked to herself that it looked very much like the heaven that her old school had preached on about. Parents were saying goodbye to their children, but Elisa, her foster parents, now having long since left in the Acura, was alone, and quickly put herself and her trunk into the first empty carriage she saw. She liked solitude, she had been stuck with it since she went to a new school in first grade, basically since she had found out that she was a witch.
There she sad reding a book called "The Amber Spyglass" when the door to the carriage opened. There stood a girl of about Elisa's age, holding a trunk and looking at Elisa.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
"Not in the least,"
"My name's Dana,"
"Elisa,"
Elisa went back to reading, and Dana looked around the carriage.
"You know, this is strange, that I'm a witch, I mean. I've never been really good at anything except sailing, but that's a family thing, and-"
"Don't worry about it," Elisa said.
"Rubah," was all that Dana could say, in a bit of a forlorn tone. (Rubah is pronounced Roo-buh) But after the long carriage ride through the air, they were good friends, and laughing by the time a witch on a broom stick opened the doors and offered them food off a cart in trailing in the wind behind her. They spent the last of the imoney on it, (the only way Elisa had paid for any of her things was that Voldemort and her mother had left her a lot of money, and Elisa was surprised that they hadn't removed it and given it to the family of the dead people. (She suspected that Dumbledore had left it for her use later in life) and she spent the ride eating the usual chocolate frogs and making strange remarks like "I'm high on cheerios!" (Which Dana had brought along) and "Oh, sure, blame it on the llama!" (This was after Elisa had told Dana that she was a Changling and explained what it was).
"Wonder what you do at a wizarding school anyway?" Elisa asked, as she held on to her chocolage from and looked at the picture of Merlin.
"Magic?" Dana said.
"I guess. It's not like I would know, but hey, ho, what d'you know, I'm gonna find out anyway, right?" Elisa sighed. She'd never had a friend like this. In her old school she had been considered strange, not only because of her eyes, but because of the way she acted. She was different, they were the same. Elisa had thought this over a million times in her head. she recalled her favourite saying in her head, from a store called Hot Topic. The saying went "You all laugh because I'm different, i laugh because you're all the same." She recited in her mind part of a poem that she had written;