Summary: Aria McDonald was born to a pureblood family, and when her eleventh birthday arrived she waited patiently for her letter to Hogwarts but it never arrived. Three years later Dumbledore turns up and Aria learns the mistake Hogwarts made. She vows to get her own back. What happens when she catches the eye of a certain Slytherin.

This is my first fanfic so please read and review :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (obviously).

Chapter 1

The letter that never came.

Aria woke up to the sound of the birds chirping outside and people scurrying outside her room. She squinted her eyes as the light filtered through her window. She stretched hr arms, let out a sigh and looked at her clock. It read 8.49 am. Why was she up so early she thought to herself.

Suddenly her parents burst into her room screaming, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY".

Oh My Gosh. Aria thought to herself. How had she forgotten? It was her eleventh birthday.

Her mum went over to her and gave her a hug. "Happy elevnth baby". Aria hugged her back.

Her dad smiled at her, "Should we go open your-" Aria was up and running downstairs before he could finish. She flung open the door to the living room and a huge grin spread accross her face when she saw the pile of her presents before her. Aria is an only child, so her parents often spoiled her. She was from a rather rich pureblood family who never failed to send her something. Aria heard her parents approaching turned and grinned at them her hazel eyes dancing with excitment.

She rushed over to the pile and picked up a long box wrapped in silver paper. She tore the paper off opened the box and saw a beautiful broomstick. It was the new nimbus. Aria turned to her parents, "Wow, thank you so much, I love it," Aria gushed. Her parents smiled warmly. Theyknew she would like it seen as her dad had been teaching her to walk practically the minute she could walk. Aria had been begging for a broom of her own rather than using one of the old ones from the shed, everytime her and her father practised.

Aria opened the rest of her presents which included, a new sweater knitted by her Gran Linda, a box of a variety of sweets including her favourite chocolate frogs from her Aunt Delphine, Uncle Nick and cousins, there were new books, shoes and a cloak stitched with a gold and silver pattern. She opened alll her cards and stood them up around the room. When she was done she was happy with everything she got. She turned and smiled at her parents. However the twinkle wasn't in her eye anymore.

"What is it honey?" Her mum asked noticing the look on her face.

"It's not here. My letter to Hogwarts. It's not here." Aria felt butterly's in her stomach. She knew she was a witch. She could already do simple spells, with her hands, seen as she didn't have a wand yet. Aria began to panic, what if she hadn't got in. Was it possible to get rejected from Hogwarts? Sensing the look on Aria's face her reassured her.

"Don't worry honey, the owl is probably on it's way." Her mum took her hand and rubbed it will be allright she thought to herself.

"Why don't you go get dressed, and we will make you pancakes." Her father suggested

After a long shower Aria felt better. She put on her favourite pair of skinny jeans and her favourite top with the cat on the front. She pleated her long dirty brown hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Her brown eyes studying herself thinking too critically about her looks. For her age Aria was tall, 4ft 8",to be exact. Her mother swore to her having long legs was a gift, but Aria couldn't understand it. She stopped looking at her legs and focused on her face, she had pale skin, thin pink lips and a button nose which she thought was too big for her face but again her mum told her it was cute.

Aria spritsed herself with some perfume, looked at the clock, it was now 11.36. How did get so late she thought to herself. Her stomach growled and she longed for her father's amazing pancakes. Aria rushed downstairs but stopped short of the kitchen when she heard her mum and dad having an arguement.

"Well, James what if it doesn't arive?"

"Don't be silly Aeva, of course it will arrive our daughter is a witch and she is going to Hogwarts."

"What time did your letter arrive, huh? Mine was there when I woke up on my eleventh birthday. Hogwarts starts next week, surely it would be here by now?"

"Look I trust Dumbledore enough, to know everything will be alright". Aeva was about to reply when Aria accidently stepped on the creeky floorboard. Her parents heads both snapped towards the door. Aria thought about running to her room but seen as her parents had eard her she thought she might as well face them. She opened the door and walkedin her parents faces changed immedietly to the warm smiles which in any other circumstances would of calmed Aria. Had she not just heard that arguement.

The week following Aria's birthday felt like the longest week of Aria's life. Every morning she woke up ran down to the letter box and wited for the mail. Waited for the letter that never came. By Saturday Aria had given up hope, her letter hadn't arrived and tomorrow was September 1st. It was time for Aria to face the truth.

She was going to muggle school.