I must be mad to be carry this on but I am feeling the need to considering that I have had this idea for a while. Thank you to Granger-Malfoy for reviewing and to everyone that put me on their alerts list so they could carry on reading but please review, I could do with something to make me smile!

I DO NOT OWN ANYONE YOU KNOW!

Do you believe in magic?

Chapter One

Muggle London

Late one night, many years ago directly in the middle of muggle London sat at a small but filled house. It looked just like all of the others that were built around it in the narrow and hidden road, with broken windows, dark walls and weeds growing all around the door way you would not think that it would be the right place for any child to live, let a lot over thirty of them. A rusted and old sign was hanging directly in front of the door and while the words on it were faded and old they still seemed to stand out to anyone that would pass and take the time to read them: " Riddle Orphanage"

The same building had been standing there for the last twenty years and looking back I can still remember the way it looked at night and the way it would cast shadows over the other houses, every crack in the old walls and how scary and mysterious it looked with its four floors and oddly placed windows. My window was the one in the far right corner, on the top floor and just above the attic entrance where , our old but kind care taker would warn us not to go.

The only good thing about my old home was . She had looked after me since I had started living there and while the living conditions were poor and money was tight she still did everything she could to try and make us happy, some of my best childhood memories are one of her taking me and the other children down to the park on warn summers days so that we could see some of the beauty that was still left in London.

I had lived there since I was eight and had been an orphan since I was six, I spent the first two years moving from home to home in hope of finding a family that would care about me like my old one had but after days started turning into weeks and weeks into months and then months into years I finally decided to stay in one place. But that's not where my story starts, my story starts when I was sixteen years old.

I was laying in bed and I if I close my eyes I can still hear the sound of rain tapping lightly on my bedroom window and the soft howls of the wind as it passed over the old building. I was one of the only people who had my own room here and for this I was thankful, I loved everyone here but after a day filled with small children screaming, crying and running around me the almost silence in my room sounded like heaven.

All lights were meant to be out by half ten and since the clock had long hit passed twelve in the morning I found myself laying on my bed with a single candle lit of my bed side table and a book open in front of me.

I knew I wasn't meant to be reading this late and while I had always respected the rules I couldn't seem to help myself. "Harry Potter and The Deathly Hollows" had been a book that I had waited for since I read the first one, I needed to know how it all ended. I wasn't one for magic and while I didn't believe a word of it there was something about J. world that made me feel safe and the thought of a small eleven year old boy who used to live in a cupboard and still got his happy ended made me have hope for a happy ending of my own.

You see my life wasn't always like this, there was a time when I had a home of my own, with a mum and a dad and even a sister who I loved more then anyone else in the world. But when I was six years old that all changed and then I found myself here, in what may as well of been my own cupboard under the stairs.

The only difference was that someone wasn't going to be coming to rescue me and take me to some where magic. Magic wasn't real, no matter how much I had wanted it to be when I was younger. It was true that there had been a time when I had thought that life was going to be something great for me, but I had long given up hope for something so impossible to happen.

I read the last line and smiled to myself as I closed the door and placed it on my bedside table, it looked like Harry Potter got the happy ending that he had been looking for. I had been reading Harry Potter for many years now and still I had no idea why. There was nothing believable about the books and it was all about magic.

It was so unrealistic it made me cringe to think that I liked it so much. I sighed and rolled over while closing my eyes and willing myself to go to sleep, my mind drifted and before I could stop it I was thinking about my life before all of this, my life when I was happy and magic seemed like an every day thing to me.

My mum.

My dad.

My sister.

And then everything went so wrong.

FLASHBACK

"There is nothing you can do"

I ignored the voice as I tried to run, someone was holding me back and I screamed louder then I ever had done in my life. I could feel the heat in front of me but I ignored it, there had to be something I could do.

"She was right behind me!" I yelled, I had to make then understand me "She was right behind me, please! I have to help her!"

A loud explosion ran threw out the street and my legs seemed to fail me as I stood there, looking at the building that used to be my home. The windows had been broken from the intense heat and as horrid red flames came through the windows I sunk to my knees with the persons arms still around me. He held me in case I tried to run once more but I stayed still and cried into his chest. I had no idea who he was and right now I really didn't care. I just needed someone there, now that I had lost everything I just needed something.

END OF FLASHBACK.

An all too familiar feeling came over me as I felt my eyes burning with fresh tears, I always cried when I thought about that night. It seemed unfair that the three people I loved most in the world had died and I had been forced to stay here and live without them. My sister and twin Alice had been behind me that night, she was holding my hand as we ran down the stairs and tried to make it out the front door. I can remember thinking that we were going to be okay when I saw the door there, but then everything went wrong.

I opened the door and the oxygen made the fire twice as worse as it had been a few seconds before, someone grabbed my hand and pulled my out the door and I screamed as I felt Alice's hand let go of mine.

I screamed that she was still in there and they had to do something but no one did, they just put out the fire and by then it was too late. They were all gone and I was left alone.

My sister was everything to me, she was my other half and she knew me better then anyone else did. Everyone always knew that she was the better twin and I loved her for it because she helped me so much. Every night she would clime into my bed and help me sleep by telling me stories about magic, happily ever afters and all of the great things that children out age cared about.

The way she talk made me believe that there was something out there, it made me think that maybe there was more to life and possibly even worlds that we didn't know about. But then when she died so did all the magic of her stories and I stopped believing.

Magic wasn't real, everyone knew that.

The only thing close to magic that I had read in the last few years was Harry Potter and there was only one reason for that.

It was all about love. Love was the very thing that killed Voldemort in the end and that thought made me smile, if I carried on loving the maybe something good would happen to me too.

With a final sigh I leaned over and blew out the candle before crying myself to sleep, just like every other night.

*

Millions of miles away in the sky, higher then any living human has ever been.

"Your not allow to do this"

"How many time do I have to tell you to stop telling me what to do?"

"Look all I am saying is that you are going to get in trouble with the man upstairs if you do this! There are rules when it comes to this kind of thing and your talking about breaking loads of them all in one hit. Hell I am going to get in trouble just because I knew about this"

"Then go home"

The young girl sighed before sitting down next to her friend, she could tell that nothing she said was going to change her mind.

"Alice your talking about opening a gateway to a world that is not even meant to be real. Do you know what could happen if something goes wrong and people find out that you did this? You could get chucked out" Heather said while trying to reason with her.

Alice sighed and nodded and she carried on looking down at her sleeping sister, it had been years since she had spoken to her and that had been the night that she had died. She looked down at herself and frowned, dying had not been as bad as she thought it would be but the only down side was how she looked. While her mind aged with every passing day her body stayed the same as it was when she died. There would be times when she would look at her sister and smile while wondering if she would look like that now if she had not died. Even though it had been years she still made sure to checked in on her sister to make sure that everything was alright, but from where she was standing it looked like everything was going wrong. She didn't smile like she used to and she hated seeing her sister in any kind of pain.

There was only one thing that was going to make her happy again. She needed something to believe in and there was only one thing magic that she had let into her life and only one thing that she would understand.

"I know that I could bit I'll risk it for her"

Heather frowned.

"You know getting chucked out of heaven is not something to take lightly. Some people work their whole lives to get here and you want to chuck it away by putting her in a book?"

"It will work, please Heather don't tell anyone. I just need her to see that there is something out there. She has been so sad for the last few years" Alice pleaded to her friend. Heather looked slightly reluctant before she sighed and nodded slightly.

"Alright" she finally answered "but if you do get found out don't blame me. You should know by now that He finds out everything that we do"

Alice smiled and hugged her friend.

"Thank you" she whispered before turning around and looking back at her sister, with a deep breath that she didn't really need she held out her hand for Heather to take, with a small piece of reluctance she took the offered hand and both girls closed their eyes and thought about one thing.

12 Grimmauld Place

Small cliff hanger there but nothing too big, please review if you have the time!

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