1 Falling Up A Mountain
1.1.1.1 By: All That Jazz
AN: This is a 'What if' story, I know some people don't like them, but I can't write then end with Lily and James dying. It's too sad, and I don't like to write about people dying (unless they're bad). Pathetic aren't I? Oh and most of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling, so I only own what I create.
Chapter One: Make me proud Arabella
"Bella! Arabella! Get your butt down here!" A plump woman in her mid- forties yelled up a staircase.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" a girl's voice replied from the top of the staircase. The woman sighed disappointedly as the voice's body slid down the banister. The girl was short with brown hair that went a little bit past her shoulders and ended in soft curls, she had midnight blue eyes with a mischievous spark to them.
"Arabella! Your 15 years old, don't you think you're a bit old for that?" The woman questioned.
"A bit old for that! I'll never be a bit old for that!" she laughed.
The woman looked down at her daughter and smiled, the woman's eyes were the only thing that proved that the girl was her daughter. Other than that they looked noting alike, she was tall and had short blond hair, but her eyes did possess the same spark as the girls.
"Now go eat." The woman ordered. "And Arabella leave some for your father."
Arabella hated her father. He was always pushing her to be perfect. 'Make me proud Arabella.' 'I make the decisions around here Arabella, and you'll do what I say.' 'Forget about Quidditch, you need to think of your future!'
She had thought of her future, and all she wanted to do was play Quidditch.
"Arabella stop daydreaming!" a tall man scolded. He had sharp features that were softened in his daughter; his hair was the same as Arabella's only much shorter, thought his eyes were a cold gray.
"Yes sir." She whispered looking down.
"Arabella say goodbye to your father and get your trunk!" her mother called.
"Goodbye." Arabella said and reluctantly hugged him.
"Make me proud Arabella!" he call as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Yes sir." She replied.
Well hope you liked the first chapter. I really don't care if you review. But if you do please don't flame me, if you don't like it keep it to your self.
1.1.1.1 By: All That Jazz
AN: This is a 'What if' story, I know some people don't like them, but I can't write then end with Lily and James dying. It's too sad, and I don't like to write about people dying (unless they're bad). Pathetic aren't I? Oh and most of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling, so I only own what I create.
Chapter One: Make me proud Arabella
"Bella! Arabella! Get your butt down here!" A plump woman in her mid- forties yelled up a staircase.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" a girl's voice replied from the top of the staircase. The woman sighed disappointedly as the voice's body slid down the banister. The girl was short with brown hair that went a little bit past her shoulders and ended in soft curls, she had midnight blue eyes with a mischievous spark to them.
"Arabella! Your 15 years old, don't you think you're a bit old for that?" The woman questioned.
"A bit old for that! I'll never be a bit old for that!" she laughed.
The woman looked down at her daughter and smiled, the woman's eyes were the only thing that proved that the girl was her daughter. Other than that they looked noting alike, she was tall and had short blond hair, but her eyes did possess the same spark as the girls.
"Now go eat." The woman ordered. "And Arabella leave some for your father."
Arabella hated her father. He was always pushing her to be perfect. 'Make me proud Arabella.' 'I make the decisions around here Arabella, and you'll do what I say.' 'Forget about Quidditch, you need to think of your future!'
She had thought of her future, and all she wanted to do was play Quidditch.
"Arabella stop daydreaming!" a tall man scolded. He had sharp features that were softened in his daughter; his hair was the same as Arabella's only much shorter, thought his eyes were a cold gray.
"Yes sir." She whispered looking down.
"Arabella say goodbye to your father and get your trunk!" her mother called.
"Goodbye." Arabella said and reluctantly hugged him.
"Make me proud Arabella!" he call as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Yes sir." She replied.
Well hope you liked the first chapter. I really don't care if you review. But if you do please don't flame me, if you don't like it keep it to your self.