Chapter 1: A Witch Hidden Away

Mr. and Ms. Bradley were what society would consider normal; Mr. Bradley had a high-ranked job at the local factory where they made the latest in durable work boots, while Ms. Bradley was a house-wife who was quite popular at the local country club. Mr. Bradley was a tall lean man; he was clean shaven and always seemed to be wearing a blazer or a tie of some sorts. Ms. Bradley was also very tall, she abnormally thin and long nose along with a large neck, which worked in her favor since she was constantly adding more pearls around her neck.

They worked very hard to keep up their respectable image, thus, they were quite secretive. No one would ever expect that these "classy" country-club-folk would be keeping an entire world secret from their neighbors. The Bradley's preferred to keep this alternate world out of their life; actually, they wish that they never heard of such a thing. Mr. Bradley's sister was not normal, she was a complete freak; and it had been years since they had any contact with her and her good-for-nothing, low life husband.

The Bradley's had just welcomed a new baby girl named Olivia and their only goal was to keep their new bundle of joy out of the craziness of Mr. Bradley's sister's messed up existence. The one thing that they knew about his sister was that she also had a child a few months younger than their own, but they didn't know the name let only the gender of the child. It was just a fading thought.

"Doris, I'm home." yelled Mr. Bradley, one ordinary Tuesday night. Ms. Bradley walked into the main foyer holding her infant daughter.

"Welcome home, Reginald." she said, and then she kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Dinner should be ready in a few minutes, dear. I'm a bit behind schedule since I had to run some urgent errands before you got home."

"It's not a big deal, Doris." said Reginald. "I get to spend more time with my precious Olivia." He took off his hat and coat and placed them on the coat rack by the front door. He put his briefcase down and took Olivia from her mother's arms. "What's for dinner?" he asked as he lifted Olivia above his head.

"Filet Mignon and caramelized pears." she answered sweetly. "I thought that we could celebrate tonight."

"Celebrate what?" he asked, he was now ticking Olivia's stomach while she giggled. "Tonight is nothing special… right?"

"Of course, but I feel as if there has been a huge burden lifted off my shoulders." explained Doris. "It's hard to explain." She pulled out a knife and started to cut up some vegetables for their salads. There was a long pause before anyone responded. Reginald placed his daughter in the play pen they had in the living room then sat back down in his large armchair and said:

"I got a letter from Alice today." he murmured.

Doris stopped chopping and stabbed the cutting board with the knife. "And?"

"She doesn't need any money or anything... she only wanted to congratulate us on Olivia and to tell as about her child who was born a few months after Olivia." said Reginald.

"Olivia is almost 7 months and now she wants to congratulate us now?" said Doris. She walked into the living room her arms folded over her small chest.

"She said that there were some issues with her new born. She said that the child's lungs were failing and they have been spending all their free time at the hospital." explained Reginald.

"That is all their time; your sister and that scum of a husband are no good, low life bums!" yelled Doris. She had never like Alice, and she knew she never would.

"Watch your mouth! They may be freaks but she is my sister first!" Reginald yelled back.

Doris gasped and stormed back into the kitchen and started to chop the vegetables again. Loudly. Reginald sighed. There was a pregnant silence hanging over them.

"The child," Reginald began. "It's a girl. Alice sent a picture; it looks like she and Olivia could be twins. It's bloody amazing."

Doris stormed back into the room; the knife in one hand, the other on her hip. "Don't. Don't you dare compare our child to that- that thing your sister gave birth to!" She waved the knife around in rage. She took a breath and turned around. "Is- is it one of them?" Her breathe became soft and small.

"She said there are signs."

"Name? What did they name it?"

"Isabella. Alice and Jacob named her: Isabella Paige Evans." said Reginald. "They told me that they want-"

"If you're going to tell me that that freak sister of yours wants me to be the godmother, tell I'd rather be a poor homeless bum!" said Doris.

"No, they wanted to invite us to tea this weekend." he said quietly. "She wants to make things right… for the girls…"

"What? You expect me to have to relive that nightmare all over again?" Doris asked/yelled. "Why should I forgive her for what she did?"

"It was 7 years ago!" said Reginald.

"At my wedding no less!"

"Fine, I'll go by myself." He stood up. "With Olivia as well!" He grabbed the paper and stormed loudly up the stairs, slamming the door behind him.

The next day the Bradley's acted as if their fight never happened. They went on with their normal life and on Thursday, Doris agreed to go with Reginald to see his sister. But little did the Bradley's know, their date for afternoon tea would never come for that Friday a note was left on the Bradley's doorstep along with a nice, small surprise.

"What does it say?" asked Doris, she tried to grab the letter from her husband's hand. He pushed her away.

"Oi! Let me read will ya?" He held out the letter to read. "'Dear Mr. and Ms. Bradley…

I regret to inform you that at midnight last night an evil wizard attacked Mr. Bradley's younger sister, Alice, and her husband, Jacob, for information on a secret Wizarding Group that they were apart off I'm sorry to inform you but, Alice and Jacob Evans, during the attack, were lost; not in the means of Death but they have vanished from their home. We have our top Aurors, Wizarding police you could say, on the job searching for the Evans; but until they are found we must ask you to protect their young infant child, Isabella. She has great potential and we hope to see here at Hogwarts when she comes of age. Your home will be safe from any Dark Magic so there is no mean to fear for your lives. All I ask is that you give dear Isabella a home and give her a chance to become great!

Sincerely,

Professor McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The Bradley's agreed on that day that they would raise the young girl. They both new that Alice and Jacob would show up the next week saying; "Sorry, sorry, this definitely isn't how we wanted you to meet little Izzy. Sorry." But that day never came.

The Bradley's watched as their daughter grew up and as their niece grew up as well. They both knew what was coming very soon. No matter how much they hated the idea of it. No matter how much they wish they could stop the whole process. No matter how much they made her cry or put her down, they couldn't stop it.

No one could stop it. Isabella Paige Evans was destined for greatness. Isabella Paige Evans was going to be brilliant and clever and brave and powerful, someone the world had never seen before. Isabella Paige Evans was going to be a witch, and a damn good one at that.

So here is my first chapter! Please keep reading at least to chapter 3, it gets so much better! Trust me! And please review! Thanks :D