Ok, my very 1st story, be nice. Also no I unfortunately don't own anything Harry Potter.

Chapter 1 – A Changing of Worlds

My name is Rebecca James and until 2 years ago I thought I was pretty normal. I was 14, had shoulder length blond curly hair, well when I looked after it anyway and spent most my time either playing my guitar, singing or hangin' around with my best friend Aimee, going to the Sunshine Coast searching the beaches for hot guys, not that hard really it was trying to find one that wasn't a jerk.

But that all changed 1 evening after I came home, walking up the driveway I could hear people yelling. I went to the window and peeked through, it was my mum, Cathy, and my dad, Billy. It took a second to catch up with what they were saying.

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"DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN ONCE FINDS OUT?" She yelled in his face.

"Of course I understand" his voice was calmer but still raised " You know I raised her as if my own daughter, and I love her just as much as you."

Who were they talking about, I thought to myself. Well it was either my sister or myself cause they said 'her' so that ruled out her brother.

Her dad was talking again. "Its just that she was meant for that world and if we don't let her go we may gain a daughter but she loses a whole world of experience and a life there. Where she was meant to be."

Mum raised her voice again, "THE ONLY BLOODY THING REBECCA KNOWS ABOUT 'THAT' WORLD IS FROM READING THOSE DAMN HARRY POTTER BOOKS"

It was me. Hold up a sec, Harry Potter books? That would mean she was a witch, and there was no way I was a witch. I walked past the window to the door. They hadn't noticed me yet. I glanced down, there was a scrunched up piece of paper, I picked it up and folded it out flat. The yelling had suddenly stopped I looked up, they were both looking at me I didn't take any notice. I looked back down and started reading the letter.

I'm awfully grateful but time has come

For she needs to know, to help, to save

For without her

And him

There will be none.

I turned it over, nothing, that's all there was there wasn't anymore.

I looked up. "What is this some kind of joke? Cause whoever came up with the idea its not very funny." But do you know that feeling when you just know that it's the truth. That's the feeling I had at that moment. I just continued to look at them, "So you have both just lied to me my whole life?" They still didn't say anything.

I tried to stay calm but at the moment I didn't have the patience, "WELL, 2 FUCKING minutes ago you were BOTH so eager to TALK about it why not now, huh?" Now they could tell I was annoyed because I never swore.

Mum started to say something, I didn't let her finish, I just started walking to my room.

I grabbed my guitar case, put my guitar in it. I loved my guitar, it was black around the outside but then faded to a deep purple and it was signed by Steve Ford and also the Dixie Chicks. Mum was at the door, watching me. I don't know where dad went.

I grabbed my suitcase, which was pretty big so I could fit most my clothes in, I know because one weekend Aimee had a fight with her boyfriend and he wouldn't leave her along so I suggested we runaway so we did, up to Fraser Island for a week which we thought was pretty good considering we were only 14 at the time.

I opened my cupboard and slid all my clothes together and took the off, put them in my bag straight away, hangers and all. I went to my drawers and grabbed the pile of clothes out of each one, dumped it in my bag. Well that was most my clothes. Ok so I didn't have that many. My jeans, which I couldn't live without my fav tee's a couple of skirts, countless singlets and 1 dress. Black and white floral design with a black bow around the waist this was my absolute favourite even if I didn't wear it much. Mum I noticed was gone, if she hadn't, in the mood I was in at the moment I probable would have told her to fuck off.

I grabbed my sports bag, chucked my books in about 15 in total, all based around murder. Grabbed my mobile phone, my laptop which was meant for school, or so I told mum. My iPod, which I'm proud to say I bought with my own money, and my CD's. This consisted of a mix of music, Black Eyed Peas, Dixie Chicks, Nickelback, Simple Pan, Steve Ford & the Flange, Gary Allan and that was just a couple. The last thing to go in was a picture of me and Aimee at a party. Then I seen the last books. The Harry Potter books, I looked at the door way mum was back again, except she was holding a book.

"You should probable take those books, some how your birth mother got them to us, and made it look like they were available everywhere. But they should inform you of what is going on in your world."

I nodded then I looked at the book in her hands again. It was pretty thick, had a plain black cover of it as far as I could see and looked very dusty.

"She gave this to us to give to you, its her diary from just before you were born till the day it happened." I tried o look her in the eyes, she wouldn't look at me. So I turned around got my suitcase, god bless the person who came up with the idea to put wheels on the bottom of suitcases. Picked up my sports bag, grabbed my guitar, and my black Bronco Akubra hat. Looked at mum, she had tears in her eyes. I leaned up, kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything. . . mum. Say goodbye to dad, BJ, Sal (brother & sister) and Aimee for me."

"Rebecca. . . I'm so sorry"

I just smiled slightly at her and walked past. I was stunned, to say the very least.

Hey so this is like my very first story and this is kinda like an intro. But anyway hope you like it.