Author's Note: Sorry the Prologue was so short, I wanted to get the idea started so I would have a general idea of what I was doing.
Chapter One:
Bella landed on her feet in between two house doors and her luggage was neatly adjacent to her and hair slightly disheveled. Numbers eleven and thirteen were clearly seen on the doors. Bella looked around slowly to make sure no muggle was watching her through their kitchen windows. She slowly approached to the middle of both doors. Thinking back to years long ago, Bella remembered that another house belonged there.
No sooner had Bella started to think about the 'invisible' house that a battered door appeared to be emerging between numbers eleven and thirteen. Dirty walls and grimy windows made the now visible house look as though it had risen right out of the mud. Bella cautiously looked to her left and right and noticed that the muggles took no notice of what had happened. No curtains had been flown open and no one was peeking out of their front door. And the odd part was that it was the middle of the day!
I wonder if I should knock, Bella thought as her hand was about to touch the silver serpent door knocker. Without even thinking twice Bella's hand obtained a mind of its own and rapped sharply three times using the serpent door knocker. Inside you could hear a woman's shrill voice clear as day screaming.
"FILTHY MUDBLOODS AND WEREWOLVES UNDER MY HOUSEHOLD, HOW DARE YOU ENTER AND BEFOUL THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS! WORHTLESS PIECE OF SCUM AS A SON, HOW COULD YOU THROW YOUR LIFE A WAY YOU WRETCHED MAN!"
Before Bella could make out anymore words the voice was muffled and the door thrown open. Unsure of whether she should walk in or stand outside Bella hesitated and began to have second thoughts of even coming to London. This trip isn't turning out to what I expected, Bella thought. A tired and ill looking man was facing Bella. A look of amazement and wonder filled his eyes as he embraced Bella warmly.
"Bella O'Reilly, how good it is to see you again!" the man said while letting go of Bella.
"Remus, it's always a pleasure to see you, despite past events," replied Bella as she flicked her wand and her luggage came floating into the house, "I do apologize for upsetting Mrs. Black. I had forgotten that she had left her mark permanently in this house."
"Why don't we go into the kitchen, the meeting is unfortunately over but we'll inform you later," Remus said while motioning Bella towards the kitchen area. The room was hazy with pipe smoke and there was hustle and bustle going on. At once a woman with vivid red hair recognized Bella and pulled her into a warm hug.
"Mrs. Weasley, I didn't know you were going to be here," exclaimed Bella as she took a seat, "Good-afternoon Mr. Weasley, Bill."
"Bella, you're looking more beautiful everyday," Bill said as he winked at her. Bella noticed that his hair was still rather long despite that Mrs. Weasley begged her oldest son to cut it. Mr. Weasley quickly made a bit of parchment disappear before speaking.
"'Afternoon Bella," he said while adjusting his glasses. The kitchen calmed down for a bit and a man whom Bella had known her entire life emerged from the hallway. His black hair was semi-long and he looked slightly gaunt. He took no notice of Bella.
"Well Buckbeak has eaten. Too bad his meal didn't consist of Kreacher. Pity really, I would have enjoyed that," he said.
"Who in the blazes is Buckbeak?" asked Bella curiously.
"Bella is that you? It has been ages since I've seen you last. How are you holding up?" replied the man while taking a seat next to Bella and hugging her.
"Of course it's me. I am doing quiet well, I can see that you're looking better since your wonderful escape from Azkaban, Sirius," Bella exclaimed, "And do you plan to tell me what Buckbeak is or must I go looking for it myself?"
"Buckbeak is a hippogriff," said Remus from the other end of the table.
"Oh, I see. Wait…WHAT IN THE WORLD IS A HIPPOGRIFF DOING IN THIS HOUSE?!"
"Nothing, just eating and sleeping mostly," Sirius explained calmly.
"Well, in that case alright. None of my business how you managed to get a hippogriff."
"Exactly right, you need to mind your own business. What goes on in this house stays in this house." Sirius said as Bella rose from the table and went to see Mrs. Weasley.
"Bella, would you like anything to eat or drink?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.
"No thank you Mrs. Weasley. If I need anything I can get it myself," replied Bella, "wait, there is something I would like to know though."
"Anything dear, and don't call me Mrs. Weasley, you can call me Molly."
"Well, have you had any word from Charlie? He hasn't sent me an owl in weeks."
"Charlie has been busy. You know how things are."
"Yes, yes I do know how things are unfortunately, but no word from him at all?"
"He sent me an owl a couple of days ago as a matter of fact Bella, why do you ask?"
"Oh no reason in particular, just being my nosey self. If you don't mind, I'd like to lie down for awhile," Bella said as she yawned.
"No, I don't mind at all. Hmm, I believe the only room that is free is the second door on your left when you go up the stairs."
"Thanks Molly," replied Bella unsure of using Mrs. Weasley's first name for the first time. Mrs. Weasley then gave her a smile and began to fix the evening meal.
As Bella began to climb the stairs, sleep overpowered her and her mind seemed to be going into over-time. So Charlie's owled his mother. That would make sense; she needs to know what her son is up to in Romania. But why not me? We were best friends at Hogwarts and now he acts as though we're strangers. Bella didn't noticed what door she opened when she reached the top of the stairs. Nor did Bella notice the candy she fell upon when she flung herself on the nearest bed. The only thing that she seemed to care about at the moment was the horrible memories that always plagued her dreams.