I don't have have legal rights to Harry Potter it belongs to JK Rowling

My name is Bluebell Potter and I am a witch although if you are ask my relatives they would say "no that is ridiculous." and then when you're not looking beat me and lock me in my cupboard for months. The only reason I know that I am a witch is because of the voices no one else can hear them no one else knows about them except for me. they tell me things whisper things that hurt the past present and future to me tell me the secrets of others around me. when my hi Aunts Petunia had told me that my parents died in a car crash they told me she was lying and that my parents were killed, murdered in a senseless manner by someone who they cannot say the name of. they also give me warnings about people who want to cause me harm, like right now my cousin Dudley was partaking in his favorite sport 'Bell hunting'.

I quickly hoped off the swings and ran inside to the library, Dudley and his goons squad will leave me alone if I stay in here for the rest of recess, They typically do since they don't want to get in trouble with the librarian. walking into the library I gave a nod to said librarian. "check ... out ... The books... over there..." A young voice said as i look over the Fiction section. The voice is always did get a very good Book recommendations the younger ones always suggested the best fantasy while the older ones gave good suggestions for bucks to help with my studies. walking over I picked out a book about magic and fantasy I try to attend some of the magic in these books before but none of them worked The voices said that Magic magic in those books are into real Magic and I will also need a wand to use magic up until I'm older. The voices said that I could have use magic without Magic wand but I was too young and there was a bad man who put blocks on a lot of my magic. According to the voices blocks on my magic wand the only thing that the bad man had done to me he also tampered with my memories and ability to remember things clearly and also put a block on a connection that I had with two very special and important people in my life. They said the first one was my godfather so they had trouble trying to tell me his name I know it starts with an S, and I couldn't even figure out what they were trying to say when they told me about that a second Bond they they try my scar will burn and I would get a horrible headache. they have stop trying to tell me who it is but I could tell they were very upset about it they kept murmuring about something but I could never make out the words a lot of what they say it was difficult for me to hear it was like I was trying to listen into someone who was whispering from across the room.

after recess was done and school was finished I went to the park near Privet Drive. I was about to go to my favorite bench where are usually sit for hours at a time to avoid my relatives but then the voices told me to go into the small patch of woods near the park. " someone... special... safe... Guide you..." I was a bit puzzled by there words but decided if they thought this person was safe, it couldn't hurt since they want me to meet them so badly they have steered me wrong before in the past. up to the foliage I saw that there was a small barely visible path in the trees I walks carefully with fast paced steps until I came across as an entirely different park on the other side of the Forest patch. gazing around cautiously I thought an old man with a sketchbook in his hands with a somewhat frustrated look as a glared at some birds, since he was the only one not the park I figure this must've been the person the voice is wanting me to meet. hesitating for a moment to two I walked up to him and sat down but on the opposite side of the bench he was on and pulled out my book to start reading but frustratingly I could not focus on the words as I kept glancing at the old man in which he of course noticed of course noticed. " hey kid do you see anything off about this sketch." The old man asked showing me his drawing of A bird in flight. gazing carefully at the drawing I heard the One voice " The ...tail... father ...not ... curved..." hearing that I looked at the birds and noticed that yes, the tail feathers were in fact curved and he didn't have that in his sketch. so I relayed this information to him, The old man blinks then stared at the picture and then and stare at the birds. " Wow you're right impressive you got a pretty Sharp eye, you ever consider drawing."

" I've never drawn before." what I said was true I've never had a chance to draw Before any chance I got Dudley would steal all of the drawing tools. " Well would you like to learn." The old me and said head pulling out A spare sketchbook and drawing materials. I smile then nodded my head yes. " I'm Obito Fuji by the way what's your name kid."

" Bluebell." Mr. Fuji smiled "That's a nice name for a Little girl." and as has I sat there listening to Mr. Fuji explain to me how how to draw the layout of hotel a person I felt for the first time in what felt like a very long time happy.