Chapter 1
I swear one day I will slap that horse woman. My dear aunt petunia, god she make my skin crawl, who exactly does that woman think she is? Yes, it was such a lovely thing to do bringing her niece and nephew in to her house, for them to cook and clean for her and live in an cold basement, such a kind, giving woman.
I am Isabella Potter, Bella please, Isabella drives me up the wall but I suppose its an up on 'girl' and 'it'. I have one brother, my twin Harry, we look nothing alike, I have deep brown hair, that has strands of red in if you look close enough (from my mother), and dull brown eyes. Where my brother has, black scruffy hair an bright emerald eyes, completely unfair.
Our parents, James and Lilly Potter, died in a car crash when we were 1 years old, that's why we have the scars we do, Harry on his forehead mine n my upper arm, both identical lightning bolts. I often wondered why they were exactly same and never faded, but Harry all ways brushed it of as we cut our selves on the same thing.
But now I sleep, I sleep in an old bed bunk with my brother and remember the that are my only link to my mother 'Goodnight my angles, sleep tight, sleep well, dream and live, I am here'. For now I sleep and get ready for one of the biggest days of my life, my 11th birthday.
--What Lurks Behind--
The sun awoke me as usual streaming through the only small window In the basement, I reached out and stretched and gave the mattress above me playful push, to wake my sleeping brother. I step out of my bed and lean over the bar and shout "Come on, wake up birthday boy" Ah, that woke him, I could imagine him as a big Labrador when someone dared say the word 'walkies', with that look on his face.
"Welcome to the land of the living, Mr. Potter"
"Morning Bells" He sat up and stretched then scratched the back of his head while running his hands through his hair. "Happy Birthday" he said then jumped down on to his feet.
I gave him a hug with my own Happy birthday to him. We separated and got changed, the good things about being twins is that you can get changed in front of them without getting embarrassed. I grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him up the stairs into the all white kitchen.
We were expected to cook for the Dursleys, it wasn't exactly the easiest job in the world, especially if you had to feed Dudley, or the local Garbage can as I like to call him.
The mail arrived when we were eating, we were alerted by the sound of letters dropping on the door mat.
"Get the post, Dudley" said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
"Make Harry get it"
"Get the post, Harry"
"Make Dudley get it
"Poke him with your Smeltings stick, Dudley" I couldn't help but snicker at the expression on Harry's face when he lunged the stick, the glare on Uncle Vernon's didn't go a miss either.
"I'll go with you Harry" I mainly said that to get away from that stupid stick that Dudley was swinging in my direction. We walked out together and sorted through the mail, nothing of real interest, bill, bill, postcard, letter addressed to me and Harry, junk - hang on, what? We never got letters ever. Harry looked to me and asked an unanswered question. Should we open it? I just nodded and looked back down to the letter. The letter said:
Mr. H & Miss. I Potter
The Basement
4 Privet Drive
Little Whining
Surrey
The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellow-ish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.
Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter 'H'.
A loud thumping noise alerted us of Vernon standing behind us, his pudgy arm stretched round us and grabbed the letters out of our hands."trying to read our letters were you? I don't know what happened to man-" He stopped talking abruptly and turned and ugly shade of purple as he looked down at our letter. "Petunia" His half strangled yell echoed through the hall.
Our aunt came running through the hall holding her unused apron up from her knees, she came to a stop and looked down at the letter in Uncle Vernon's Hands and gasped. She stormed to us grabbed at the scruff of our necks and stomped through the hall dragging us along and pushing us down the stair cases to the Basement then slamming the door all the while shouting "Get down there and stay down there!"
--What Lurks Behind--
I'm not sure what exactly happened after that, Harry got mad like Harry always does and starts shouting while I just lay down on my bed and pout (I don't think I'm pouting but apparently I am, says Harry)
After a few hours there were a series of loud crashes, that sounded suspiciously like the door banging open and closed and Vernon's unmistakable shouting noises. I jumped out of bed and ran up the stairs hoping I was about to wittiness Vernon murder. Okay that was a tad harsh but I was really curious.
Standing there in the doorway was the biggest man I've ever seen, nearly twice as tall as your average man and with a full head and beard of frizzy black hair.
"Harry, Isabella" the man greeted us, I had a weird but good felling about this guy, whoever he is, so I nodded my head in greeting.
"I apologize for my bluntness, but who may I ask are you?"I asked
"I young Miss. Potter am Hagrid, Keeper of the keys at Hogwarts" Hogwarts? That's a new one, I looked over at my brother and raised an eyebrow at his confused look and nodded my head in his direction and he sighed and turned back to Hagrid. That was our twin talk at work basically we had a silent conversation that went a bit like this:
'What's Hogwarts?' - H
'Ain't' got a clue' -B
'Should we ask?' -H
'You can, I asked the first one' -B
'fine' -H
"So, what's Hogwarts?" Hagrid looked shocked so Harry quickly mumbled a "Sorry"
"Sorry?" barked Hagrid, turned to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back in to the walls. "I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yer parents learnt it all?"
This man was beyond weird, he comes in here breaking doors down knowing all our names, claims to come from some 'Hogwarts' and knew our parents, who the hell is this person? "All what?" I had to ask.
"ALL WHAT" Hagrid thundered "Now wait just on second" his voice wreaked the walls where the Dursleys were still cowering. "Do you mean ter tell me" He growled at them "that these kids – these kids! - knows nothin' about – about ANYTHING?"
"I know some things" My idiot brother blurted out " I can, you know, do maths and stuff" I nudged him in his ribs. Hard. I made him wince, I think that should got the message across. Hagrid simply waved his hand in out direction and said,
"About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents' world."
"What world?" I asked rather timidly, this man might just be bonkers, I'm glad he and harry met any way.
Hagrid looked like he was about to explode. "DURSLEY!" he boomed. He turned around to look at us desperately "But yeh must know must know about yer mum and dad," he said " I mean, they're famous. You're famous."
"What? My – Our mum and dad weren't famous, were they?" Were they?
"Yeh don't know … yeh don't know ..." He ran his hands through his hair while mumbling under his breath. "You don't know what you are?"
Vernon finally summoned up the courage to shout up at Hagrid " Stop!" He commanded "Stop! I forbid you tell them any more!"
"You never told 'em? Never told them what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer them? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from him all these years?"
"Kept what from us?" I demanded, I don't know what was going on and I really don't know who I'm more mad at the moment.
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in Panic, Petunia gave a gasp of horror.
"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh" Said Hagrid " Harry, Isabella – Yer Wizards" Excuse me, ha I thought you said wizard funny, I turned my head to look at Harry but he looked deep in thought, I looked to Hagrid he looked 100% serious, when I looked at the horror stricken faces of the Dursleys it finally made sense. In a 'I haven't got a clue what's going on sense.'
I'm a witch.
"Read you're letter" Hagrid said searching through his enormous pockets before locating two letters and handing them to us I pulled mine apart almost immediately, I wanted to make sure I had this right. The in the same elegant emerald – green writing was my proof.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,
Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International
Confed. Of Wizard's)
Dear Miss Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await an owl by no later that 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmaster.
Dear god I'm a Witch.
And that was when I fainted.
A/N: The first chapter! Do you like? Should I go on?