Note: Please review it. This is my first Harry Potter fic. I really would appreciate your honest opinions. Harry Potter is not mine. I made some of the characters up. Hope you don't mind. Tell me if I should keep going with the story. All right, here it goes…
" Welcome to the planet. Welcome to existence. Everyone is here. Everybody's watching you now. Everybody waits. What happens next? I dare you to move."
~Hermione Granger~
I remember this quote so clearly. To me it means, take risks and live out life to forever. I remember reading my mother's secret thoughts and dreams. It was like a vision of her fantasy life, but I guess it didn't come out the way she wanted it to. I read all the pain, misery, and happiness. I never knew that one person could go through so much hell. The quote was right on the first page of the crisp paper in her journal. After so many years hidden in an olive tree secluded by a barren land, I found it at a park near where she lived. The journal stayed perfect. No one knows I found it.
I really don't know where to begin. Well, my mother is Hermione Granger. I am positively sure. A nice wizard family called the Appletons adopted me. They told me I wasn't their biological daughter. They told me the truth right away. They showed me the whole enchilada. Birth certificates and everything. They just didn't know who my father was. They're good people. They treated me as if I was really their own. I really love them a lot. They just can't fill that longing I need from my real parents. I'm not being ungrateful, I really do love the Appletons, but it's different.
Regina and Greg finally showed me a picture of my mother. They finally thought I was ready to see it. They're crazy! I'm 15 for crying out loud. Right when I'm caught off guard, they drop the anvil right on my head. They thought it would be better if I transferred to Hogwarts.
Okay, here's the deal. I attended a muggle school because it was my choice, but now I don't have one. I haven't had time to practice magic. I'm scared that I might pop something. Ever since that damned incident with the shotgun going off at the Peterson's, Regina thought about sending me to Hogwarts. It's not my fault I got frustrated.
I don't know anyone at Hogwarts. Regina told me that the best witches and wizards came from there. I wonder if my mom or dad was great. I'm kind of fascinated by it. Maybe someone knows who my father is. Is life this secretive? Wow, for the first journal entry, I actually wrote a lot. Well, it is a new world out there.
Last thoughts before I close for the night. Tomorrow I go to Kings Cross and board the train for Hogwarts. I think I'm going to puke my brains out. I'm too damned nervous. I really need to control myself…
Isabel Appleton
A girl of a height of 5'6 rose from her chair and walked into her bathroom. She took out her hairbrush and started to brush her mahogany chestnut hair that went down to her tiny waist. She changed into her pajamas and did the nightly ritual of brushing her teeth and such before going to bed. She double-checked everything for the following day. She walked over to her mirror and looked at herself. Her skin was tanned, olive colored, and flawless. She had the perfect skin. She looked very fragile but she was not. She could do what boys could. She stared at her reflection and sighed heavily. The same blue gray eyes stared back at her. She took her soft hands and gripped the sides of the sink and had a staring contest with her inner soul.
" Calm yourself. You can do this. You can do this. Keep your head up. Never look down. Always have confidence when you walk and talk. Always follow your heart," she quietly repeated over and over to herself. " Remember, you have a mission to find what you have lost."
NOTE: I'm sorry for misspellings!