Author's note

Hey, I really am a fan of Harry Potter. I just don't like the last two books though. Anyways, this is the first chapter of my own little version. This is my first attempt to writing a Harry Potter fan fiction and I'll do my best to follow the original author's story line, but there will be some differences. Yes, I am weird, but aren't we all in some way??

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Everyone thought he was gone, but I knew better. My aunt Kyleena and my uncle Richard are family members that I refer to as Mommy Ky and Daddy Rick because I've been with them since I was 2 months. Mom and dad kept telling me that he's gone and isn't going to hurt me anymore. Well, that was all a lie and things were about to change. I, Bell Dawn Rigoletto was about to have my life completely turned upside down.

Harry Potter Book 1

Chapter 1

The beginnings of the summer start out like all the others. It wasn't until four days into summer that I found out I was moving to England.

"What?? This can't be happening. I've got friends here and people who actually like me. I'm not going." I yelled.

"We are all going. It'll be fun. Plus we'll be close to family there and you'll be able to have what whatever you want." Daddy Rick stated calmly.

"Come on, Rig. I'll be closer school and be able to visit you more often. Plus you and Aza will be able to make lots of friends. You guys always do." Andrew chinned in with a smile on.

"I'm up for it." Aza spoke happily.

"That makes you the only one Bell who's against it." Mommy Ky said.

"I know. I guess I don't have a choice. Let's go." I said sadly.

After two weeks of packing and another few days getting there, I was in my new home; which was rather big. All of us kids literally got several rooms to ourselves, which made Andrew very happy. Aza and I got half the house including the little library while the parents and Richard got the other side of the house. After a couple of more days, all our stuff showed up. While I was unpacking my stuff, letters from Hogwarts arrived.

"Rig, Aza get down here." Andrew called from the front room.

"Coming!" We yelled back.

As I walked into the front room and had this feeling that something weird was going on.

"What do you want?" I asked calmly.

"Here you go." Mommy Ky said while handing Aza and I letters.

We both looked at them then at each other before opening them. Aza had just turned 11 and I turned 11 on May 9th before school ended. The letter simple was to congratulate us on getting into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Aza and I were confused.

"What's going on?" Aza asked as we both looked at Mommy Ky and Andrew.

"Your both witches. You come from a long line of them." Mommy Ky answered.

"WHAT??" We exclaimed.

"It's true and now I've got to spend the rest of my four years of school with you guys." Andrew stated calmly.

"Wait a minute, you've been going to Hogwarts this entire time and didn't tell me?" I asked a little hurt.

"Yes, and I would've told you except mom and dad made me promise not to." Andrew answered while coming and giving Aza and I hugs.

I was stun. I didn't know what to think, but it explained a lot. I was having more nightmares than usual and they were now starting to make sense.

"So that explains why grandpa Dumbly rarely comes to see us." Aza stated.

"Yes." Mommy Ky agreed.

"When do we start school?" I asked.

"August 7th." Andrew stated.

"So pretty much in a month. Great." I said unexcitedly.

Andrew hugged me. "You'll be fine."

"So everyone keeps telling me." I said pulling away.

"Bell you all right?" Mommy Ky asked with concern written all over her face.

I walked out of the room and halfway up the stairs, when I called over my shoulder, "I'm fine."

"Andrew, maybe you should talk to her." Mommy Ky stated still looking concern.

"I think we should leave her be for now. I'll talk to her later tonight." Andrew promised before heading to his room.

Later that night, after dinner there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I called from my queen size bed.

Andrew walked in and jumped onto the bed. "So what's up with you?"

"Nothing that I can't handle." I answered not looking at him.

"I know that you can handle it, but I also know you better than you give me credit. Are you really still upset about moving here and finding out that you're a witch?" Andrew asked sincerely.

"I'm not upset about any of that. It's just that they promise he, my father, would never hurt me again. I feel like they've been lied to. From what I remember he never hurt me. He was always kind and caring, but that might be because of my mom. I don't really know and I would like to. I'm not even going to try and talk to you about the nightmares I've been having." I answered frustrated.

"Wait minute, you know that he who must not be named is your father? Last time I checked he wasn't, but I could be wrong. And what about these nightmares? You haven't had any since you were little and my room has always, except certainly, been next to yours. I would've known about this." Andrew stated irritated.

"Well, I learned to hide my feelings. Plus you were gone for most of the year. And yes, I believe he is my father because I found my real birth certificate; which by the way, Mommy Ky and Daddy Rick were hiding." I replied as calmly as I could.

There was another knock on my door.

"Come in," I called.

Aza walked and jumped onto the bed as well.

"You know that we don't keep secrets from each other. You're my sister, by blood or not. So tell me what's going on. Oh, mom and dad went out. They said they would be back later. We've got the house to ourselves." Aza spoke happily.

"I believe this is a good time for ice cream and a long talk." Andrew announced.

I nodded to him, as I got off my bed to head downstairs to the kitchen. Andrew and Aza followed. When we got into the kitchen, I went straight for the ice cream while Andrew got the spoons. Aza simply sat down on one of the stools. Andrew and I quickly joined her. We began eating the ice cream from the carton.

"So what are you keeping from us?" Aza asked before putting a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

"Voldemort is my father, I've been having more nightmares, and I really don't want to go to Hogwarts because I don't want to be like my parents, especially my father." I stated slowly.

I then put a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth trying not to pay attention to the stun look on Aza's face.

"WHAT??" Aza exclaimed.

"She found her real birth certificate." Andrew explained. "I sort of understand why you don't want to go to Hogwarts, but you've got gifts that you need help with. Hogwarts is there to help teach you control."

"I know that. It's just that I don't know if I can do it." I answered quietly putting another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth.

"You'll be all right and you've got us there." Aza announce happily.

I nodded and we ate more ice cream while Aza and I asked Andrew questions about Hogwarts. After two and half hours, parents finally came home as we put in a movie.

"What you guys watching?" Daddy Rick asked while rubbing his neck.

"Slipper and the Rose." Andrew answered rolling his eyes.

"Well, you're mother and I are going to bed. Don't stay up too late and try to not eat all of the ice cream." Daddy Rick responded.

"Too late for the ice cream Daddy Rick and we shall try." I answered as happily as I could with a fake smile on.