AN: Here's chapter one. Don't really no what to say here, but sadly I don't own Harry Potter or any of those things. I do own the plot and some of the charaters though. Review if you feel like it, if you don't it doesn't really matter.
ALL AMERICAN GIRLS
11 years later…
An awfully loud rap on the small attic floor yanked Natalie out of her sleep. She was screaming…again.
"ARE YOU UP YET!?" Ms. Diana screamed through the roof, or depending where you stood the attic floor. Too bad Ms. Diana didn't actually need to scream seeing as Natalie could here her as though she was yelling in her ear. Ms. Diana was the meanest, nastiest, evilest person in the entire world. She hated anything that made one of the orphans happy and her disgusting face was full of horrid moles and disturbing makeup uses.
"I am now." Natalie said smugly back.
"What was that!?"
"Nothing!"
"Well, get your lazy, worthless, good for nothing self up and get out of bed RIGHT NOW, NATALIE!" Ms. Diana cried.
"Ugh…yes Ms. Diana." Natalie responded in a bittersweet voice. How Natalie hated that woman. Whenever Ms. Diana would scream or punish one of the children, Natalie would imagine terrible things happening to her. Once Ms. Diana was so angry with the orphans she refused to feed them for three days. Natalie became so angry she pictured Ms. Diana starving herself for three days and getting terribly sick, and oddly enough as though by magic, after only four seconds of the thought entering Natalie's mind; Ms. Diana happened to suddenly get violently ill and the orphans were able to take all the food they desired.
Natalie lifted herself up and turned over on her back. She was having the most interesting dream too. There was this giant man, and what seemed like a flying motorcycle. This dream seemed so familiar too, she wondered why.
Natalie stretched as far as her tiny bed would allow and stared at the low attic ceiling just thinking. Natalie thought about her birth parents, what had happened to them, wondering what her real last name was, if she would ever be free of Ms. Diana. Just as she was beginning to get comfortable again Ms. Diana started screaming.
"ARE YOU STILL IN BED!!"
"No!" Natalie said quickly and jumped out of bed changing rapidly into the old worn clothes, throwing her messed up cruly black hair into a ponytail. She ran down the two flights of stairs to find her best friend, Ashley, sleepily cooking breakfast along with the other children as Ms. Diana sat greedily gulping down her coffee while reading the morning newspaper at the small round table.
Ashley was the most outgoing girl you could ever find. She had light brown wavy hair that ran down her back and bright hazelnut eyes. She had a year around tan from the Miami sun, and she could constantly be seen with her wonderful smile. Ashley was extremely smart, yet you would barley believe it after seeing her fun and playful personality. Ashley looked out of place next to Natalie who though skinny (which you could barely tell because of the old and stretched clothing) she was still a bit pale; the only true thing Natalie liked about her appearance were her almond green eyes.
While the other children were cooking and whispering, because Ms. Diana would lock them up in their room if they spoke too loudly; Natalie made her way over to Ashley who was frying eggs.
"Morning." Ashley whispered when Natalie took her place beside her.
"Hey. The wicked witch is already up and screaming, I see." Natalie joked.
"Yea, what's new? She said sarcastically
"Shhh…she's looking."
The girl's silently continued to prepared four eggs for Ms. Diana and only two for themselves and the other eight orphans. About ten minutes later the silence was suddenly broken by a small thud in front of the front door, made by the small pile of dropped letters and bills.
"Natalie, get the mail!" Ms. Diana demanded.
Natalie turned and left the small kitchen to get the mail, leaving Ashley to finish up the cooking. She walked into the tiny hallway and picked up the stack of six letters in front of the door. Natalie shuffled them in her hands.
Bill.
Bill.
Postcard.
Hogwarts.
Bill
Hogwarts.
Wait what?
Natalie looked at the two letters again. There in her hand she held two thick heavy envelops made of yellow paper with neat emerald handwriting clearly stating:
Miss N. Potter
Attic Bedroom
1023 Tinkfer Street
Miami, Florida
United States of America
Miss A. Baker
Basement corner
1023 Tinkfer Street
Miami, Florida
United States of America
N. Potter? A. Baker? Natalie never knew her parent's last name, but she was the only one in this pathetic place with a first name beginning with the letter N. And what about A. Baker, Ms. Diana once let it slip Ashley's parent's last name was Baker, but what could all this mean, who would send them a letter? She took a quick look inside and saw only a few things but could barely believe her eyes. Witches? Wizards?
"What is taking you so long, Natalie!?" Ms. Diana bellowed.
"Coming!" Natalie shouted back.
Natalie didn't want Ms. Diana to see the letters; she would try to take them just like she had taken everything else. Natalie sneaked down the hall and quietly opened the tiny closet. She carefully placed the two letters between towels on the top shelf that were never used. No one would ever look there.
Natalie quickly walked back into the kitchen with the other four letters in her hand looking slightly cheerful as she placed them in front of Ms. Diana.
"What are you so happy about?"Ms. Diana asked smugly.
"Nothing." Natalie responded quietly, wiping the smile off her face.
Natalie went back to helping Ashley prepare the scrambled eggs.
"You're never going to believe this." Natalie whispered under her breath.
"What?"
"We got a letter!"
"From who? We don't have friends? Ashley said laughing quietly while flipping some eggs.
"I don't really know…it had the name Hogwarts on it and some weird coat of arms engraved in purple wax on the back.
"Well we gotta-"
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT!?" Ms. Diana screamed.
"Nothing." Ashley said backing up from Natalie, but it was too late she crashed right into Matthew, the eight year old orphan who was carrying pitcher of orange juice (for Ms. Diana, do you really think she would allow them to drink something that did not taste like water mixed with dirt.) The pitcher hit the floor and smashed, orange juice went flying everywhere.
"I'm so sorry" Ashley told the little boy, helping him up. Too bad it went unheard by Ms. Diana's screams. "ASHLEY! WASTING PREFECTLY GOOD ORANGE JUICE! NOW YOU GO STRAIGHT TO YOUR ROOM AND YOU ARE TO DRINK NOTHING FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!!" Ashley silently left the room knowing not to make any fuss before she lost her eating privileges as well.
"AND YOU!" Ms. Diana turned and hollered at Matthew. "IT'S YOUR MESS! NOW CLEAN IT UP! In fact I'll make it easier for you;" She smirked, "I'll even get you the stupid towels."
Ms. Diana stormed into the small hallway as Natalie realized what she just said and raced after her. She wouldn't let her find those letters! "No, please let me get them." Natalie began. "Move out of the way you stupid girl." Ms. Diana growled, shoving her.
Natalie quickly got up from the hard floor and furiously shoved herself between Ms. Diana and the small closet. Guarding the closet with her life she was still thrown aside as Ms. Diana opened the closet and grabbed the towels, and out fell the letters.
Natalie dived for them, but was too slow. Ms. Diana grabbed them with her filthy hands and tore one of them open and looking at the first paper, dropping the second letter and the other contents in the first. Natalie rapidly picked them up and stuffed them into her pocket before Ms. Diana could see.
"Miss N. Potter? Who would write to a scrubby child such as you piece of filth." Then she read the heading. "Hogwarts? School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, oh no it's that freak place in the letter."
"Letter? What letter?" Natalie asked now curious.
"Nothing, I'm burning this. You are never stepping foot outside, I won't allow it." Ms. Diana walked into the kitchen and headed towards the fireplace. She threw the letter into the red and orange flames and smiled evilly. "NOW GO TO THE ATTIC! NO BREAKFAST, LUNCH, OR DINNER!"
Natalie turned and walked upstairs and climbed up the rickety stairs into the attic. At least she still had the other letter and some stuff from the first. Natalie emptied her pockets on the bed and shuffled through them barely understanding. Floo powder? Platform 9 ¾'s train ticket? A book list? And a little bronze key? She looked at the letter on the bed, A. Baker. Natalie didn't want to open this without Ashley, she was her best friend after all, and it was her letter. Natalie would deal with it later; first she had to find a way to get downstairs to Ashley.