Isabella

I awoke filled with excitement, it was Monday 30th July. Which meant tomorrow was my 11th birthday.

My name is Isabella Lily Potter, and I live with my Aunt Magnolia, Uncle Riley and evil cousin Danielle Sharp. Danielle's 11 and I'm 10, she and her friends get a thrill out of making my life miserable. I had only one friend, my best friend Louise Monarch, was another victim of Danielle's bullying.

I only lived with my Aunt and Uncle because when I was a baby my parents – James and Lily Potter – died in a car crash and I survived with only a lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead. I've lived here in Manchester ever since.

I've never seen my parents in pictures or anything. Magnolia, my mother's sister hated my sister, so we never spoke about her.

At 10a.m. I was walking down toward Oak Street, where Louise lived. I heard voices behind me and glanced around to see Danielle and her 'cult' following me.

I wasn't ready for a fight so I ran.

As I reached the corner, I ran into someone and I stopped.

"Oh my gosh!" I gasped, "I'm so sorry!" I looked up at him and he looked down at me.

He was a man, around 30, with black hair, dark eyes and pale skin. He first scowled at me, and then he smiled. I smiled back.

"It's no problem, miss..."

"Izzy," I replied.

"It's nice to meet you Izzy, my name's Professor Snape."

"It's nice to meet you too, Professor Snape, I've got to go, see you later," I said before sprinting off down the street.

"Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!" shouted Louise as she ran towards me, her brown ponytail flying out behind her.

"Lula!" I called back as I raced forwards to hug her. She'd been to the Caribbean for a week, and I'd missed so much.

"Izzy, is the cult following you?"

I turned around and saw Professor Snape smirking at me, but no Danielle.

"No, no-one's following me. Not anymore."

"Come on then!"

"What are we doing?"

"You're sleeping over at my house, tonight!"

Excitement filled me again as I thought of spending my birthday with the Monarch's. Lula's parents were kind and loving and as unSharpish as possible.

"Let's go!" I squealed, excitedly. I couldn't wait until my birthday.