Today is finally my birthday, Bella thought. For some reason though, she couldn't bring herself to be happy. It was the summer, for goodness sakes! School had ended a few days before she had found out she was adopted so she really hasn't been able to enjoy it at all. She was too busy going through phone books and such to even care. She really wanted to find her birth parents. Plus, who can even celebrate when even her adoptive parents seem to have forgotten what today was...
"Hey, honey," her mother said as opening her bedroom door. "Do you want to go swimming? You need to come out of your room and enjoy the sun."
"Okay, I'll be ready in a few minutes. Let me get my swimsuit on," she said.
Her mother looked surprised but she left the room to let Bella change into her swimsuit. Bella went into her closet and pulled out her pink and blue striped one piece swimsuit. Kids always make fun of her because the swimsuit is "Barbie colors." She was so tired of it, all of her friends own bikinis but her mother was too strict and said that only bad girls wear those. Ugh! I hope my real mother isn't this strict, she thought.
She put the swimsuit on and some plain black sandals and left her room. Her mother was already in her swimsuit. Which, guess what, it was a red and white polka dot string bikini. Bella resisted the urge to strangle her mother. She should be used to her mother's craziness.
"Head to the car, I'll be there in a minute sweetie," her mother said while putting a towel around her body.
Bella rolled her eyes and opened the front door. The sun was so bright she had to squint. She walked over to her parents' black SUV. She was about to get in when she saw a very old man with long with hair and beard approaching her house. He had a very long purple robe on. That's the best way to describe it. He was too old to know what normal blokes wear.
"Hey, dear. Are your parents here?" He asked politely. She just stared at him. She hadn't noticed the moon-like spectacles he was wearing.
He stared at her with a smile plastered on his face. She nodded and just pointed at the front door of the house. He said thank you and then went up to the door and knocked. Bella's mother answered the door, thinking it was Bella complaining that she wasn't going fast enough. To her surprise it was an elderly man.
"Hello, you must be Mrs. Bella's mother. I'm Albus Dumbledore, may I come in?" The old man asked.
Bella watched from a distance as he walked into the house. She was so nervous...The man didn't say her mother's name, just asking if she was Bella's mother...what had she done, she thought. Bella couldn't think of a single thing she'd done to get a old man mad. She was in her room for the past week and a half for goodness sake.
Her father came pulled up a few minutes later. She checked her watch and it was only 3 in the afternoon. Her father is never home this early.
"Hey, sweetie," he said as he got out of his car. "You should go inside. Go into your room, though since we have company."
"How did you know we had company?" She asked.
"Because your mother called me at work. I only work a few minutes away, remember?"
She remembered, of course. She once ran away and ran right into her father on his break at his work. They went inside but then he went into the living room and she went into her bedroom. It was hours before she heard a knock on her door.
"Sweetie, Proffesor Dumbledore would like to talk to you for a few minutes," her mother said.
The old man walked into her room and finally properly intruduced himself. He also went on to explain where he was a proffesor at. She didn't pay much attention until he said the word magic. He went on to tell her that there were kids like me that can do things without meaning to and they can learn to control it. She didn't care that there were other kids that could do that all she cared about was maybe finding her real family.
"I want to go!" She practically screamed.
"We were hoping you would say that, dear," her father said as her mother nodded.