A Cinderella story

Hannah Hawthorne, her mom dies two weeks before school started. So she is forced to live with her aunt and uncle and there five kids. She is badly abuse for those two weeks. Unknown to her she will be saved by her father and finds her soul mate.

My mother Dies

My mother laying in her room on her bed sweating and pale, weak. Her cancer, yes regular human cancer one will call muggle sickness but magic people could get it to and she had it for a long six and a half months. But she knew that her time was coming to the end soon. So she hit a button that alerted her eleven year old daughter to come into the room which she did running

"mom are you okay can I get you anything…" she was easily stopped by her moms hand being raised.

"it's my time and you know it…" her daughter starts to cry. And her voice is straining "you will met your father soon. Let your heart guide you through troubles not your head, and let your memories flow. For tuff and defalcate times may lie ahead for you my dear, but I forgiven your father as I hope you can forgive me from keeping you from him. For you are a lot like him in studies and school." with that she closes her eyes her breathing is straining.

"I forgive you mom." Hannah said crying.

"spes flows." and she exhales her final breath.

"spes flows."

a few days latter.

The funeral of Annabelle Isabelle Hawthorn was a small event. A few of her friends had came and even her estranged sister came with her family of seven Husband and five kids, a young man of 19, twin girls of 17 ½ and another set of twins, boy and a girl, age of 14 ½. Her mom old friend Remus Lupin a few of her moms old professors and a creepy guy that had his hood up blocking his face. And a few of her collages from her work. The preacher was old and boring and was talking swishy washy stuff that her mom did not even believed in. until it was time for her Hannah time to go up and talk.

Doing a quick weaker Sonorous spell so that everyone could her she started to say her speech.

" my mom, Annabelle Elizabeth Hawthorn was born on February 14 1960 to Mr. Fredrick and Delores Hawthorn. But of coarse you cold read that all on the backside of the little program that you got when you got here." Hannah said holding up the program." my mom was never one to follow the ridicules rules of society of course during the war she was captured, tortured. Rapped by the man that she always loved but he never loved her back. Nine and a half months latter she had me, Hannah Annabelle Hawthorn born on April 2, 1980, she always joke about when my birthday is on do that I was born on midnight so I could be a April fools day kid or an April 2nd days kid we will never find out together.

By the age of six she once again went against the rules and bought me my wand and the first year book list and started to teach me the world of magic. I flew threw potions, she always said I have my fathers gene for potions do that I always fond a shortcut in them and got them done faster than she ever saw. But she said that I got her gene for transfiguration, I would start in the back of the book then work forwards, hard ones first then the easiest ones last." then she tore one of the program in two and transformed one half into a black rose and the other half into a yellow daisy and with another flick of her wand the stems were intertwine. " Black rose is for the night and its classiness and its hidden danger, the yellow daisy is for the brightness in the day and the warmth that it could give of. She taught me that and everything else that I know to be a good person and her side of views. And, well in everything else, to forgive and forget. And that hope always flow even when the blackness is overpowering us for with that I well speak her final words. 'spes flows' which means Hope flows." with that Hannah drop the flowers in the grave along with a tear. "rest in peace mom you are with your fallen friends. Don't hold onto the past reach for the future of everlasting sunlight that will warm us all." with that she bent down grab an hand full of overturn loss dirt and sprinkled it on her moms grave and walked down the small podium look back once with tears in her eyes walk down the isle with her light cloak billowing behind her to a tree on the far right side away from the group and sat down crying rocking back and fourth. Until a light formulary hand rested on her shoulders. She quickly wipe her eyes and looked into the eyes of a person that she could almost call her uncle, her mom's best friend for that he lived with them for a while.

"hi uncle Lupin." Hannah said with a weak smile.

"hello Hannah how are you holding up."

"how does it look like I am holding up."

"exactly like you should be crying for the lost…"

"but watering the fields of tomorrow."

"I knew that I rubbed off on you when I heard that speech but of course I have to give credit to your mom for giving birth to such a wonderful child." Lupin said with a light smile in which she returned.

"I wish that I could live with you but I'm stuck with living with my Aunt that hated my mom."

"If it gets bad just owl me." Lupin said with sincerity.

"I know, speaking of the devils." looking over her shoulder she saw the family of seven coming over to take her and leave, to their dreadful house. Lupin knowing of the danger that could come for this promising little girl reinstate his words.

"owl me." and all he got in response was a nod of a head.

"done talking to the werewolf girl." said her uncle Douglas.

"almost." she quickly got up and hug Lupin in front of her uncle and Lupin taking one less chance murmur "be safe." before relishing her and hoping for her to be safe.

"lets go the only reason we are hear is that to gather you to live under are roof until you are old enough to live on your own." said her aunt Diana.

"I know. You never went out of the way for my mother even though she did for you but you never saw the light the way she did." with that she went over and said "lets go"

+ A WEEK LATTER+

"Get Up girl and make us food." shouted her uncle ' and none for me'. she slowly got up and put on some light cloths and travel down three sets of stairs. These past few days have been bad and when she says bad thy abuse her treated her like dirt luckily she had her books and everything for school do that the list came a day later for Hogwarts and her uncle said that they won't buy nothing but all she had to do is reply to Professor McGonagall 'Yes' that she will go. But her stuff will be well used. Once she got down she went over to the stove and started to make food carefully not to spill nothing remembering what happen a few days ago.

……..a few days ago………

Hannah was slow getting up do to her lack of sleep last night do to the crappie roof that let all the rain in that happen last night. And she was more sleepier than she was last night two hours of sleep does no good. Once she got down the steps the tiredness got to her she was stumbling around like a person that was drunk and not really 3watching what she was doing so furthermore she was spilling stuff all over. And when her uncle came down all hell breaks lose.

"Girl, what are you doing."

"Making your breakfast." I said with a yawn. In a flash he was next to me and hold my left arm at the wrist at a grip I knew that it could brake it. He continued his sentence.

"don't you dare waste our food with your clumsiness and such things if you waste any more food. And if you do you wish that you never been born. I'll torture in was that isn't legal and much, much more." he finish in a voice that would make any one run in the opposite direction. But her of course had to say some bad retort.

"the only reason that I am spilling your precise food is that I only had two whapping hours of sleep do that there is no dry place in that thing you call attic." the next thing that she knew is that she was on the landing in front the fireplace with the outer bone for her lower left arm piercing through the skin and a lot of pain but she didn't scream. She just look and him with all the anger that she could. And storm up to her "room" and grab her wand and did a few flicks and swished and look up into the ceiling and pray, mom I wish that you were here and that you could give me the courage to stand up to those bastes and live to see tomorrow.

A/N I know that this is a slow scary start to this story but it will get better for Hannah trust me. The next chapter will get up as soon as I ether post all of my new stories or when I update my two stories that I have up right now and when I have time to in my busy life.