It had been eleven years since that fateful night in Godric's Hollow, but Isabelle Potter was alive and well in the cobble house at number seven Sant Avenue.

Those eleven years had been tough, it seemed that Isabelle didn't manage to get anywhere without acting as a magnet for trouble. For as long as she could remember, she was always marked as 'strange' by her classmates. It seemed that exploding glitter pots and snapping swing sets didn't come naturally around most others.

Though this didn't change the way her Aunt Emma and Uncle Daniel thought of her. They had been brimming with love and support since the moment she entered their house the morning they found her on the doorstep in a bundle of blankets and a letter beside her explaining everything that had happened.

It was explained to Isabelle from a very young age that her parents had died in an accident - though this accident was never really talked about. In some ways, Isabelle wasn't sure she wanted to know, but curiosity got the better of her sometimes. In dreams, she has reoccuring nightmares of evil male laughter and a flash of green light. Isabelle can't be sure if these dreams are memories, or simply nightmares, though she never fails to wake up in a shaking sweat because of it.

Isabelle was also told that she has a brother named Harry, however she has no recollection of him whenever she thinks back to her earliest memories. Emma was regretful when she explained that her and Petunia hadn't spoken in years, even before Isabelle came into their lives, so there was no way of making contact. It became apparent to Isabelle that Emma had no idea where Petunia was or what she was doing with her life. The last Emma had heard was that Petunia was dating a stuck up Smeltings lad from London who had large business aspirations.

Harry could be anywhere on the planet, he was practically untraceable.

But of course, this can't be the only set of obstacles in Isabelle's life. When she was six, Emma passed away due to a car accident. She had been hit driving home by a drunk driver using their phone. Daniel never really recovered from the news, yet still proceeded to do everything in his power to ensure Isabelle was brought up well and remained healthy.

In spite of all this, Isabelle doesn't like school, and has no ability to make friends, but she's clever enough and loves sports. Daniel is a business person, and is always crafting up new ideas and marketing plans. She owes a lot of her creativity and imagination to him. The two of them would spend evenings sitting at the sea shore, Daniel drafting marketing plans, and Isabelle reading, or making sandcastles, or rockpooling and frantically showing Daniel whenever she found something remotely interesting to her.

Things aren't perfect, but they are okay. Though starting from today, her life is about to change…

The sunlight poured in through the windows, and Isabelle closed her eyes shut tightly to avoid it. It was too late, she was awake now, and gave in to the consciousness by stretching out her arms and slowly adjusting her eyes to the light.

Downstairs, the faint sound of whistling could be heard along with the smell of brewing fresh coffee and bacon. In response, Isabelle's stomach grumbled loudly. She sighed, still not fully awake as she swung her legs over the side of the mattress and decided to change.

Once she had thrown on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, she proceeded to the mirror, where she picked up a brush in attempt to tame her dark brown curls.

Isabelle had always viewed her appearance as fairly normal, she had a pale complexion of milk and rose with freckles spreaded across her nose and cheeks and eyes big, dark and brown. She was small and petite, though this is most likely owed to the exercise she engages with at school because she could honestly eat for Wales, or so Daniel tells her anyway.

With the thought of food in her mind, she decided her hair was presentable, and took to the stairs to claim some breakfast.

"Bore da," Daniel greeted in Welsh as Isabelle came in, not forgetting to collect the post as she swung around the door.

"Bore da," she grinned in response as she saw the eggs and bacon sizzling nicely in a pan, almost ready. "That looks delicious." She tossed the post on the kitchen table, where a cup of apple juice already waited for her opposite Daniel's coffee.

"I was going to have cereal this morning, but then I saw the bacon when getting the milk, so now we're having bacon and eggs." He said, Isabelle laughed.

"Well I'm not complaining." She took a seat at the table as he served up. The two ate, making brief conversation between mouthfuls. Then, when they were done, Isabelle washed up as Daniel cleaned the worktops.

"This the post?" Daniel asked, picking it up and inspecting the letters.

"No, it's a fish." Isabelle giggled when Daniel rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, though he couldn't hold off from smiling too. However, this smile didn't retain on his face for very long, it was in seconds that it dropped to a look of panic.

Isabelle frowned, "What's wrong?"

Daniel looked up. "This one's for you but…" he trailed off for a second, maybe to think of his words before he chose them. "We need to talk about a couple of things first."

"What is this about?" Isabelle inquired, suddenly feeling rather nervous.

"Your school has written your letter of acceptance. Come on, let's go and sit in the living room."

Isabelle followed Daniel into the living room. They perched on the sofa and Daniel placed the post beside him, it was then that Isabelle saw the letter addressed to her amongst the bills.

Ms Isabelle L. Potter

The Bedroom on the Left

7 Sant Avenue

Anglesey

Wales

It occurred to her that the accuracy of her location was rather strange, however she found herself more concerned with Daniel as he seemed at a loss for words.

"I wish Emma was here to talk to you about this, but she isn't. So, I hope I can explain this to you as well as she could, she was always so good with words." He spoke sadly, though smiled when Isabelle placed her hand over his in comfort.

"Alright then, here it goes. So, you know how your Mother and Father died in an accident many years ago?" It wasn't so much of a question than a statement, he continued. "Well, it's the truth but, we never really explained what it was all about. You see, your parents didn't just pass away, unfortunately it's a little more complicated than that. Your parents were murdered."

Isabelle felt her mouth turn dry, she was at a loss for anything constructive to say. "Murdered?"

"Yes, by a very, very terrible man. His name isn't spoken because he is so feared, however I should tell you. Don't make me repeat it mind; his name was Voldemort."

"Voldemort…" Isabelle repeated, the name itself making her feel cold.

"You-know-who was a wizard, an evil one at that. He stopped at nothing to get power and glory. He killed your parents, and… well, he tried to kill you and your brother as well, but something stopped him. It isn't entirely clear what, but it's the reason you're still here, and why you have that scar."

Isabelle exhaled, unsure if she should be taking this all entirely seriously. "Daniel. Did I literally just hear you call this man a wizard?"

"Yes, and it was no accident. It's a secret to non-magical people, but wizards and witches live among us. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"No, not really."

"You're a witch, Isabelle. Just like your Mum and Dad."

Isabelle sat in silence for a moment, she wasn't entirely sure what to say. Inside, she was half expecting a punchline to come, but nothing ever did. She wanted to laugh and say 'good one, Daniel' and realise this whole thing was a joke, but part of her believed the seriousness on his face, they way he watched her with such a close, worried expression.

"I'm sorry I never told you this, Isabelle. Dumbledore requested that you weren't to be told anything until you were old enough to understand. That's why you're here with me in the muggle world. You're famous in the wizarding world."

"Famous?"

"Yes. When you-know-who killed tried to kill you, something stopped him. Like I said, no one is entirely sure why. One thing we do know, he hasn't been seen since that night."

"So, he died?" Isabelle asked.

"Some say so," Daniel sighed, "though I'm not entirely convinced. Something tells me he's still out there somewhere. He was a terrible man, Iz. But, this is why you're famous. You and Harry are the twins who lived."

Isabelle shook her head. "This can't be right, how can I be a witch? I'm just a normal girl, going to a normal school and living a normal life."

Daniel's serious expression shifted to one more of amusement, "I don't think so. What about that time you pushed that boy off the climbing frame at school?"

"But I didn't - it was almost like magic!" Her eyes widened as she said the words, her heart began racing in her chest.

"Exploding glitter pots its normal, Iz." Daniel chuckled as he stood up, "there's one final thing that I can do to change your mind that magic really exists." He exited the room for a second, there was the sound of locks and doors opening and closing until he came back in holding a carefully carved wand.

"You're a wizard?" Isabelle asked, gawking.

Daniel winked, then waved his wand. The room shifted slightly, and some cups floated from the coffee table and into the kitchen.

"Dumbledore requested that you grew up with no knowledge of magic. That was easy for Emma as a muggle, but I struggled a little. Emma locked my wand away when she caught me using it one night to do some chores when you were asleep. I haven't used it since. Ah, it feels good to have it all back."

Isabelle grinned, somehow feeling emotional by the concept. Everything made sense: the nightmares, the odd things that kept happening to her when she was scared or angry and the sense that she was never fully complete.

By magic, Daniel picked up the letter and dropped it on Isabelle's lap.

"Why don't you open it up, seren?" He asked. Seren means star in Welsh, and had been the affectionate pet name that Daniel had referred her by since she was a baby.

She didn't have to be asked twice, she turned the letter over and tore it open. Two slips of parchment fell onto her lap so she opened up the first one, and read the words aloud. "Dear Miss Potter, we are gladly writing to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on the first of September. We await your owl by no later than the thirty first of July. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress."

Isabelle jumped up from her seat and threw her arms around Daniel, embracing him. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

Daniel laughed, "I can't either. I'm going to miss you while you're at school."

Isabelle smiled, pulling away and picking up the second piece of parchment. She read through all the necessary things she'd need to take with her.

"Where on Earth are we going to even get half of these things."

"Only one place for it." Daniel told her, "Diagon Alley. How about we head over there tomorrow?"

"Sounds good." she placed the letters on the coffee table, then brushed a piece of hair behind her ears as she asked, "Do you think Harry will be going to Hogwarts too?"

"There's no one more likely to get a spot in Hogwarts than him, except perhaps you." Daniel remarked with a glint in his eye.

Isabelle grinned, hugging the letter close to her chest.

Her journey was barely just beginning.