Hey guys, it's me again. I've decided that I'm going to try doing two stories at the same time. This idea came into my head in my dreams last night…weird right? Again, I am looking for characters to be in this, so PM or Review to get your character in! Please remind me to update if I don't for like two weeks on either story! They are probably sitting in my computer being forgotten to put onto Fan Fiction…
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I don't own Harry Potter and all related things. I'm just borrowing them for the enjoyment of others, not profit.
Chapter I
There I was, standing in an open field. No one else was there but me, a wand, and a broomstick. What in the world was I going to do with these things? My red curly hair was in my face, just like any other day, so I tied it back with a hair tie conveniently on my wrist. Suddenly, a cloaked man comes charging at me on a broom.
Crap.
My body then takes over, my leg swings over the broomstick that is now parallel to the ground and my body tells me to kick off, so I do.
Double crap.
I actually was able to fly, which was a shock to me all around. I flew over toward the woods that just appeared and stopped to look at my surroundings. I saw the guy coming toward me again and my arm suddenly flicked my wand and I yelled, 'STUPEFY'. He flew across the area, leaving his broom to fall to the ground. I can do this. I can beat the others.
"Ria, wake up!" I heard from outside my dream. No Mom! Not now! The dream is actually starting to look like it is going to have a good outcome!
"Mmmmmm…." I mumbled to my mother. It was summer vacation. She should not by any circumstances be waking me up at 6 in the morning.
The dream stopped. I always had that dream so it didn't really matter if Mom stopped it. The same dream would just keep coming back and back again…sort of like my mind was trying to tell me something…
"Mom! It's really early!" I said looking at my alarm clock, "Why are we getting up so early?"
"Ria, I need to talk to you. It's kind of important…" Mom looked seriously. I was only eleven and I knew when Mom really needed to talk seriously.
I got out of bed and changed quickly. I just threw on sweat shorts and a tank top. The summers in Buffalo are brutal, especially since I hate summer.
Mom met me in the living room and had my favorite breakfast there sitting for me on the coffee table of sausage, French toast, and milk. "What's up, Mom?" I said sneakily.
Mom looked at me like she was going to start crying. "Ria…I don't know how I'm going to tell you this…" She paused, then took a deep breath and continued, "Maria Elizabeth Bentley, you are adopted. And you are a witch."
I know, this was a sucky beginning to this…I promise it will get better! And longer…. Please review!