Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter. UNLESS JK Rowling suddenly gets generous, THEN I will gladly take them all.

Chapter One

"Well, Saturday's the day. Thank god I have Friday here. I can't believe I have to go there. I mean, don't they have any courtesy? I mean, to tell that, THEN, I swear, they have bad timing…ARGH! WHY! I don't understand…well, yes I do, but… I just don't understand why…Okay, now I am officially confusing myself."

So here I stand, well, sorta. I'm pacing around my room. But, I mean, you would too if you were in my position. But you aren't, and that…well, that sucks balls. But anyways. Oh, wait; you don't know what happened, do you? Right, of course not. Well, let's go back in time, fourteen years ago. I was just born, and of course, it was fourteen years ago, so a lot of things were either against the rules, or very frowned upon in most societies.

Stuff like, purebloods having a daughter before a son. And of course, with my luck, that just happened to be my situation…stupid chromosomes…any who. Here's the setup, my parents, being pureblooded, and me being the first born and a girl. Which I'm fine with, being a girl and all…but, I wouldn't mind being a guy for a day…ya know. Not dealing with "the pain"….or, having guys share some of "the pain" ….anyways, I'm getting off track.

So, my parents being in that situation, either had to die or give up their first born and try for another, hoping that no one heard about their "misfortune". Of course, my parents being who they were, went for the latter. 'Cause, you know, THEY didn't want to DIE….

So, being the half-caring people that they are, they put me with my muggle family. The Bells…huh….imagine if I took their name, my name would be Isabella Bell…huh, well… moving along. They left me with the Bells, told them a five minute story of my life and left to live their happy lives with a son I KNOW they have….

I always thought that pureblooded people were jerks. Well, not always, but from the moment I heard about them, so… I guess that would make it… four years ago. Well, I only started believing in them 3 years ago, I mean, the stories that my cousin tell me do seem pretty outrageous when you only hear of witches and wizards in fairytales. So, you can only guess my surprise when I was told the news. Which brings me back to the present…and back to the pacing…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Great…. "What now? Come to tell me I'm a transsexual too?" though I wouldn't mind…

In stepped my mother, "Izzy, honey, I know you're upset 'bout this whole matter but, come on, look on the bright side!"

I stood there, my jaw almost hitting the floor…she's KIDDING right?

"Bright side? BRIGHT SIDE? I'm sorry mom, but do you even know how I feel right now? Huh? Do you?"

After a long pause, she finally looked straight into my eyes and said, "No, I can't say I do….." another long pause, "You called me mom."

"Yea, you did raise me after all" oh...crap, I didn't mean to break out the waterworks…

I soon started to see twin rivers of black tears running down her face. "Awww…ma. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Oh, honey, I know it's just," she paused so she could wipe her tears, "it's just….we're going to miss you 'round here."

I couldn't look at her; it would make me too sad. Instead, I chose to look at the pile of suitcases and boxes on my twin sized bed. Well, there goes not being sad.

By the time I looked back at my door, she had already left. So I went back to my pacing…for the 30th time that week.

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She sits in a white room with bright lights. She's tired, so she closes her eyes to let them rest. First she senses movement. She quickly brushes off the rows of 'what ifs' going through her head. Then she hears it, quickly brushing past her. She then chooses to open her eyes to see….nothing. Sudden darkness. Something grabs her from behind. She screams. Soon, her screams go off into the distance, leaving nothing but a memory.

A/N Hey guys. So! It's finally up. Good? Bad? Boring? Intriguing? Well, tell me anyways. I accept flames. Although I must warn you, I won't consider them all.

Ex's and oh's,

Deidre

Oh and p.s. the title might change, read my profile for the update