Disclaimer: I own neither Twilight nor Harry Potter, although I would love to be able to call the latter one mine.
Now, I know that Twilight takes place in a different period of time than Harry Potter but let's just ignore that; it's fan fiction, after all. I am also aware that Bella's birthday is on the 13th of September but then she would have to wait a whole year until she can go to Hogwarts and that would be kinda boring.
A girl lives, to many people's dismay
On my eleventh birthday, which happened to be the 13th of July 1991, I woke up very early, 4:37, if you want to be precise, because I am the kind of person that goes sneaking down into the kitchen to open her presents early.
I put on my fluffy pink slippers and went downstairs. On the kitchen table was a stack of presents and my cake. I wasn't to interested in the cake, however my eyes widened at the sight of a present which looked like it contained the new Emo-barbie doll. I tore the purple wrapping-paper apart and my prediction was proven correct.
'OMG, OMG, OMG!' I screamed and danced around. That must have woken up my mother because she came running down the stairs, in her hand something long, which, at the time, I was unable to identify.
'Jesus Christ, Bella-baby, I thought that someone had broken in and... Never mind, darling, you are so cute and adorable, I just cannot be angry at you!' She then hugged me. Then she made breakfast while I greedily opened up my other presents. My father had sent me a thick letter, but after I had discovered that there wasn't any money in it I threw it away, not even bothered to read it.
Since it was my birthday my mother had promised to make it a very special day. The only problem was that since I was a person with no proper hobbies there was nothing you could really do to entertain me.
I ended up spending the day at home, playing with my presents. Due to the fact that I didn't have any imagination I got bored after a few hours, around 8 o'clock. Luckily enough (as, despite considering myself as unlucky I am quite lucky) someone knocked the door at half past eight.
Not because I was such a lovely girl but because I was bored to death I opened the door and was rather shocked to find a greasy-haired man in a black coat standing on the door mat.