Unwanted

Chapter Three

I will save all of you from a slow death of boredom by telling you every little detail of my time at Hogwarts. So, instead, I will just tell you the main parts of each year.

Year One

This year was hard for me. Everyone shunned me the whole year, some of them muttering "freak" when I came close to them. But all the teachers were great to me, even Snape. I was the 'teacher's pet' in every class. I had perfect grades, never getting a grade under Outstanding. Half way through the year, I was finished with the first year school work. Professor Dumbledore said that, because I was part vampire, I was able to remember stuff better and do things faster, so that was why I was ahead. Professor Dumbledore decided to put me into second year classes, instead of first year classes. I finished the second year work before the end of the year, also. Then I went back to St. Mungo's Orphanage for the summer.

Year Two

I once again advanced through two years of classes in one. I was placed into fourth year classes before Christmas. The name calling towards me had stopped, but people were still afraid of me. I passed with perfect grades and more.

Year Three

I was more of a freak than ever. I was a thirteen year old girl, studying for my O.W.L.'s with fifteen and sixteen year olds. I had not decided what I wanted for a career so I asked Professor McGonagall what she thought would be best for me. She said that she didn't know, that it was up to me to chose, and if I couldn't chose, to take as many courses as possible. I did.

Year Four

I had got thirteen 'Outstanding' grades on my O.W.L.'s. I still didn't know what I wanted to do for a career, so I just took every course I had taken last year. I once again passed the year with Outstanding grades.

Year five

This was my last year at Hogwarts. I was happy and sad about that. I graduated from Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry with the highest grades of my year. And I was also the very first person to graduate from Hogwarts, ever.

Back at the Orphanage

I was putting my school things away in my room, thinking. I didn't want to stay here, in the orphanage, for the next two years. I didn't want to sit still and wait. I wanted to go explore the world, go to new places, and travel to foreign areas! I was never a person who liked to sit around and do nothing.

Wait, I can do that stuff right now! I have parents to control me, I had enough money to eat, and the orphanage workers wanted what was best for me. Traveling was what was right for me, what I needed to do.

I stopped sorting my stuff and ran to ask Miss Sarah if she would 'please, please, pretty please, let me go!'

She agreed in the end. I hugged her and ran up to my room to repack my important stuff. I stuffed the portable house- a portable house is a small doll house sized tiny home that when you dropped water onto it went to a normal size human house and if put more water it would go back to doll size house- that Miss Sarah had given me into the inside zipper of my suitcase.

I finished packing quickly, hugged all the orphanage workers, said goodbye to everyone, and then Miss Sarah handed me a hair brush/ portkey and said "bye, Bella! Write to us, please. We'll miss you!"

"I'll miss you too, Sarah. I'll miss all of you"

Then the hair brush glowed, I gave them one last wave, and I felt my self being pulled into no where.

Then I stopped moving. I was in the middle of the woods in Forks, Washington, where I would make my first stop.

I heard twig snap behind me. I spun on the spot to look at the source of the sound. A human. And he was bleeding.

I stopped breathing, and fought against the urge to run away, so I wouldn't hurt this boy, but he was hurt. Hurt quite badly.

Then the boy stumbled backwards, tripped, and cut himself. That was too much for me. I pounced at him, my vampire instincts taking over my body.