A/N: First Harry Potter fic! I'm on the third book right now, and everyone of my friends is really shocked that this is my first time reading it! I'm going to add a new character in this one, which is my first time doing that also. I also just went back and corrected the spelling errors I found in this chapter, but I'm checking all of them and then I'm going to start working on the story.

Okay, how about we start the story? Muhahaha (evil laugh)

I was raised in a foster home, but that had never ruined my spirit. The people who were supposed to have raised me were always gone, so I was raised by a nanny who loved me like I was her own child. She tried to keep me out of trouble, but even she couldn't get me to sit still or stop playing pranks.

One day, an owl came crashing through the window. There was a slip of paper attached to its leg. I had filled a bowl with water and sat it down in front of it when I notice the paper. I untangled the note from its leg and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump ,International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Bone,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

I stared at it with shock. This was a joke. It had to be. someone was finally getting me back for all of my pranks. Of course, none of my pranks had been so obvious. Nobody would know that this really shook me because I had learned to control my expression when pulling a prank so no one would know it was coming.

I tried not to consider that it might be real. I really didn't want it to not be real, but what would I tell my nanny or my family. I didn't really consider them family, but I didn't know what else to call them. I cared for them, even though they were never home.

When I was younger, I would scream and shout when they left. I would tell them I hated them and tell them to go and kill themselves and many more awful things that I regret now. After they left, I would go and lock myself in my room and cry. I didn't want them to go but I didn't know how to tell them to stay.

I looked at the owl. I decided then and there to believe that maybe it wasn't a joke. I also didn't have my own owl so I would send my answer with him. I smiled softy at the owl and petted it while I wrote:

I will go to Hogwarts.

Acora Bone

Since I really didn't know how to answer it, I wrote that and tied it to the owl's leg with a piece of string. I tried not to tie it too tightly since I was fond of the owl. I watched as it flew away, towards wherever Hogwarts was.

I sighed. I had better go pack my bags. I was going to leave for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was bored looking at the books and wondered how I would afford them.

Suddenly I stopped and thought about my parents. My real parents. Were they wizards like me? Were they normal? My foster family had told me the truth about they're death: mysterious circumstances. They never told the public what had truly happened, and I had heard my foster parents talking about it.

"Have you heard the rumors?" my mum asked my dad.

"About their deaths being murders? Should we believe it?" my dad said.

"They never told the public, John. It could be murder, "my mum explained.

"Should we tell Acora? How would it affect her?"

"I don't know, but if it were me, I'd rather not know."

My five year old self decided to stop listening. If they wouldn't tell me, then fine. I wouldn't tell them how I felt about it. At the time, I didn't know how to feel about it. Why would someone kill my parents? Now I can come up with many reasons, but how could a five year old understand? I had pouted for days after that incident, but I never told my foster family what I had learned.

I walked upstairs and turned left into my room. My room was very punk, with red painted walls, a purple bedspread and pillows, rock band posters all around and a black beanie chair in the corner, it was what I called my space. My dresser was an old faded purple with odd different splotches of color now from how I used to mess with the paint when I was little.

I grabbed as many clothes as I could and started stuffing them in my bag. I packed all my black jeans and regular blue jeans. I packed all my punk shirts and several pairs of pajamas. I grabbed 3 white T-shirts and packed all my underwear and bras.

After I had packed it all, I hid my suitcase beneath my bed. I didn't know how to tell my parents about anything, so I would just leave on September 1 and board the train at platform 9 and 3 quarters.

I blew the piece of hair that was in my face out of my way. I would be able to do this. I had to! It explained everything if I was a wizard. I had always been able to do weird things. When a teacher would be about to ask me for the answer to a problem on the board, all I would do was whisper, "Don't pick me, don't pick me," and she would pick someone else even though she had had her eyes on me as though she were going to pick me.

The time the pot of peas caught on fire when I was mad and didn't want peas. The time my foster mum had refused to buy me a ferret, but had bought it the next day with a dazed look on her face as she handed my new pet to me. I could name a hundred things that had happened to me that were most likely magic. It just explained everything!

I decided to look at the second piece of paper, since I hadn't taken a good look at it yet. I read all of it, confused. Where was I supposed to buy all of this? And I'm not allowed my own broomstick? Darn it, I could have used that for some awesome pranks. And what the heck is transfiguration?

Now back to my first question: Where the heck was I supposed to buy all of this? I would think London because it was such a big city, the wizards would be able to hide there. Now how was I supposed to get to London and where was I supposed to go in London to buy all of this?

Days later, there was a horribly loud knock on the door. I had been left alone since my nanny was out shopping for food. I walked slowly to the door, pausing in front of it. Who would be here at this deserted place? So I opened the door.

A huge man and skinny boy were talking, and they hadn't noticed me yet. I was terribly annoyed when I realized that the boy was taller than me, even though he was short. I cleared my throat to get their attention.

Both of them jumped. "Are yeh Acora Bone?" asked the ginormous man. I contemplated how to answer.

"Who wants to know?" I said in an imposing voice. My foster mum said I could be quite frightening sometimes.

"My name's Hagrid. I'm ter Game's Keeper at Hogwarts," Hagrid told me. "This 'ere is Harry Potter. He's gonna be a first year at Hogwarts, like yehself."

I sighed. I already had wizards coming to my door for whatever reason. With my luck, I was already expelled from Hogwarts for whatever prank I was planning.

While I was thinking, Hagrid had started talking again. "We're here to help yeh get yeh school things."

"So I'm not expelled!?" I shouted happily.

"Why would yeh be expelled?" Hagrid asked, looking very confused. I was too busy yelling with happiness and jumping up and down to care. I wasn't expelled! Yay!

Hagrid sighed, and looked like he decided not to ask anymore. "Come on, we have to go buy yeh books."

We got on a train, with a very uncomfortable Hagrid. You could tell just by looking at him that he was not used to traveling the Muggle way. I rarely traveled anywhere, not just because I get sick. I had always gotten sick during a train ride, a car ride, or whatever else I had traveled on.

Harry hadn't said a word the whole time, but suddenly he spoke. "You two both look like you were poisoned!" I stared at him in shock. The first words that came out his mouth were probably the rudest thing he could think of. I glared at him, my mask just barely in place because of his comment. To tell you the truth, I wanted to laugh. But I wasn't about to let him have the satisfaction.

Soon we were in London. The first thing we did was go to the Leaky Cauldron. Everyone was happy to see Hagrid. Everyone was staring at Harry in shock. Everyone met him and shock his hand. When Hagrid introduced Professor Quirrel, I knew something was up with him. It was the look in his eye. It was like mine when I was telling a lie, except his was there all the time.

He stuttered a lot, trying to cover up his guilt. When Hagrid said it was a vampire and a hag, I wanted to laugh. After that incident, we went to Diagon Ally and Gringotts. First we went to Harry's vault. He had a lot of money in there, and I hoped he spent it well.

Then we went to my vault. I expected to not have much, but I had at least as much as Harry. I filled my wallet and pockets with as much as they could hold, since I had no idea what my books would cost.

Hagrid went to vault 713. He picked up a small, very suspicious package. I worry a bit because if it seemed suspicious, then most likely it was and I didn't want Hagrid to get in trouble.

We got our uniforms first. There was another boy there already. Harry and I sat down on a stool each. Madame Malkin started pinning our robes as the boy talked to Harry, ignoring me.

When the boy insulted Hagrid, I looked at him and said, "Spoiled brat, aren't you."

The boy gabbed at me as our robes were finished being fitted. I flitted out of the store followed Harry, as I came to a halt in front of Hagrid. I smiled very sweetly at them as I spotted the now red faced boy.

I was very content as I ate the ice cream Hagrid bought us. I was very startled when Harry asked Hagrid what Quidditch was. I was now very curious as I listen to Hagrid and Harry and not just about Quidditch and Harry, but also about anything to do with wizards and wizardry. I couldn't help but wonder who You-Know-Who was. Harry had almost said his name, and I wanted to know terribly.

We went to all sorts of interesting shops, but I really wanted my wand. Soon that was the only thing left, but first Hagrid wanted to buy Harry a birthday present. I immediately felt guilty as I realized I hadn't even known it was Harry's birthday.

They went and bought an owl and I decided to help pay for it. Hagrid resisted, but soon let me pay for half of the price. I bought an owl myself, although I kinda wanted to have a ferret again.

Harry's owl was snow white, while mine had beautiful emerald green eyes and fur like night. I was very proud of my owl and I named her Nyx, the Greek personification of night.

As we entered Ollivanders, I thought the shop looked beautiful. I had always like solitude most of the time. There appeared to be no one except Hagrid, Harry, and I, but I knew there had to be a shopkeeper somewhere. There were many boxes that I presumed held wands.

I heard a soft voice speak, "Good afternoon." I listen to him speak with Harry and I somehow knew that the third wand he talked about was You-Know-Who's. Then he spoke about my parents' wands in his soft voice.

"Your mother, Elizabeth Bone, her wand was made of beech-wood and unicorn hairs, very flexible. Your father's Will Bone, his wand was made of maple and phoenix feather. I do wonder what yours will be... "His voice trailed into silence and then he was handing Harry and I both wands and making us wave them around. Soon Harry found a wand that worked, holly and phoenix hair, which he said his brother wand had given him his scar. Had You-Know-Who done it?

"Maybe a strange combination for you also, Ms. Bone?" Black and green sparks errupted from the ebony and dragon heartstring. "Do you know what kind of dragon heartstring this is, ?"

I shook my head. I didn't even know all the different types of dragons there were.

"It's a Norwegian Ridgeback, a very aggressive dragon, but the dragon that gave this heartstring was not aggressive. Its trainer has the sister wand to yours. She was very much like you..."He trailed off again and then started muttering to himself.

Hagrid pulled Harry and I out of there. I had a feeling that he was insane, but had been alright when he told me about my wand. It really made me think about dragons. I actually wouldn't mind a dragon for a pet, although I don't know if they'll let me keep one.

We had a bite to eat and then Hagrid announced it was about time for him to board the train. Harry and I waved goodbye as the train disappeared.

"Harry, who's You-Know-Who?" I asked caustiously. Harry then told me all about Voldemort, how powerful he was, how he killed his parents and mine and how he gave Harry his lightning bolt scar.

We parted ways after that. I had chosen a day when my nanny wasn't home so no one would know a thing. I didn't know how I would leave because my nanny would be home that day. I would leave before she even got here. I read all my books in that month and memorized a lot of it. I knew it would help me with my wizardry

A month later, and I was ready. I peeked inside the living room. She wasn't here yet! I quietly wrote a note saying I was going to a school that would help me with what I was. I had a feeling my foster parents would know, and understand. I ran out the door with my suitcase, books, and Nyx. I practically ran all the way to train station.

I saw Harry with what I assumed was his aunt and uncle. His uncle was talking to him with a nasty grin on his face, and I knew immediately that I despised him. His aunt looked very stuck up and gossipy. Their son wasn't very bright and looked mean. I watched as they all left.

I walked up to Harry and we asked a guard where Hogwarts would be, but the guard didn't know anything about it. We watched the annoyed guard leave and my shoulders hunched in despair.

We heard a flame haired lady talking about Muggles to her five kids and we followed her. I followed the kids with my eyes and watched as the first kid ran into the barrier between platform 9 and 10.

The twins pretended to be mixed up, which made me laugh. I felt sorry for the little girl who wanted to come to Hogwarts and couldn't. Soon only the youngest boy was left, so I decided it was time to talk.

"How do we get on the platform?" I asked her.

"First time to Hogwarts? You just walk straight into barrier, remember not to hesitate. It would probably be best to run at it," she explained to me. "Go on, before Ron."

I ran straight at it with Harry and Ron somewhere behind me. Soon we were boarding the train, with the help of the twins of course. After everyone freaked out about Harry being Harry Potter, we settled down. I sat beside Harry, and we listen to them talk about us. I usually didn't care for pity, but knowing how I lost my parents, I could understand the pity for Harry. I couldn't see the pity for myself, but I never had before. I wouldn't pity Harry because it seemed rude to pity someone who you could understand.

I watched as the youngest red headed boy asked if he could sit with us. I looked at Harry and shrugged, I didn't mind the company. Ron talked about his family and his problems and I listened, curious. A wizard family with regular problems? It didn't sound too bad, but the kid had never been someone else, so he wouldn't know what it's like to have your whole life go upside down.

One of the twin's questions to their mother was stuck in my brain. Do you think they remember what You-Know-Who looks like? Yes, I did remember, in nightmares. It was what I believed his face looked like, except it would ripple and change into someone else. First, it was a pale face with two holes for a nose and no hair. Then, it turn into a tall boy with dark hair who looked about sixteen. I was terrified of both of them.

I was pulled back into the conversation when Ron started freaking out because Harry had said Voldemort. "Fear of the name gives more fear to the thing itself." Ron stopped and was silent for a while.

"I still don't like the name," he muttered. I sighed. That was probably the best I was going to get out of him.

As the trolley came around, Harry ordered a little bit of everything. I tried some of the things, and then fell asleep, content and full