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11-year-old Isabella Marie Swan is being sent to Hogwarts (or sentenced, as she would put it). Edward, Jasper, Alice, and Kate have also been accepted at Hogwarts. Turns out, there are a lot more vampires there than they'd thought. When Edward and Harry team up and kill Voldemort (and Professor Quirrell), Alice and her new friend Slytha find a strange rock in the woods, which hatches into a brown dragon. A strange party arrives and Slytha ends up naming her dragon Miremel. And according to Edward, Draco Malfoy's changed his ways? How crazy can this life get?


1. Going to Prison

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I was a witch. Of all things, a witch? I was going to go to a school in England named Hogwarts. It would teach me how to be a witch… who needed teaching?

I was depressed. More than depressed, I was horrified. Did I really need to go to some weird school across the ocean to learn that I was a freak? I shuddered.

Mom knew I should go. She claimed that it would be good for me, but I knew she just wanted me to learn to control my levitating things left and right.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she was right; somewhere in my brain, a little voice was telling me she was right. I never listened to the voice, though, it seemed to bring me nothing but trouble.

“Come on, Bella, just pack,” Mom said, clearly disappointed in my lack of enthusiasm. She must think that eleven-year-olds like leaving their parents for a year.

Most would. Not this one. This eleven-year-old was not happy about going to a freak school. Not even close.

I sighed and put my clothes in the suitcase. It was such a slow process, it seemed, but really it couldn’t have been more than five minutes.

It seemed like hours.

“Mom, do I have to go?” I asked for the eight millionth time. She shook her head. “You have to get those powers of yours taken care of,” she said again.

I knew she wouldn’t budge.

Sometimes, reasoning with my mother was like reasoning with a brick wall. The answer never changed.

“Where do we go to go shopping for all the stuff on that list?” I asked curiously, tired of the silence. Mom usually talked a lot, and when she didn’t it seemed a bit eerie.

“Some place called Diagon Alley,” Mom explained. “Basically, a big mall.” This didn’t make things any better. Couldn’t this happen without us having to go freak shopping.

I grunted. I was going to a freak school. A school for crazy people who can make pots float. Was that all I could think about? Me going to this school? Apparently so.

“Oh, Bella, don’t be that way,” Mom said sadly. “You’ll love it there, I know it.” I shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not,” I replied. She sighed and gloomily walked out of the room. I finished packing my suitcase.

I didn’t mean to upset her. I just really wanted her to get the message. I wasn’t a freak. I didn’t deserve to be sent to some freak school halfway across the world.

Would she normally ship me off across the world? No. There had to be some explanation for this. I frowned. To be honest, I didn’t really care what my mother had to say right now. Her opinion was nothing.

Maybe I’d meet someone I liked. Maybe I wouldn’t suffer. Maybe I’d stay sane. Maybe this school wasn’t nearly as bad as they made it sound.

I mean, what kind of name is Hogwarts? They make it sound like some kind of wart disease for pigs. Hog and warts. It really doesn’t take that long to...

Not that I was normal, nor would I ever be anything close to that. I was Bella Swan, Phoenix’s local fantasy. I sighed.

They probably weren’t having my issues where my father, Charlie, lived. They were probably discussing boring work days over steak at some resturaunt. That seemed Forks-like. Boring and average.

Not like I would ever go to Forks. There was hardly any sun, and it rained almost every day. The closest thing to rain in Phoenix is a sprinkler. I hated cold, wet stuff in general, with the exception of pools, water parks, and sprinklers.

I detested Forks. I hated the rain, the cold, the everything. And it was too small. I loved Phoenix. The sun, the big city, the heat… It was all so great.

Did I really have to leave it all behind?

Mom walked into the room and slammed my suitcase shut.

“Okay, Bella, we’re leaving. One plane ride to London,” she explained. She sounded very irritated at me.

I sighed and walked out to the taxi that was anxiously waiting for us on the side of the road.

I was so bored, I could barely speak. The ride to the airport was a silent one; I would indeed give my mother the silent treatment, much to her displeasure.

“Bella, it isn’t a big deal,” she insisted. “You can come home summer break and at Christmastime too.”

That didn’t help. “Why are you sending me to some freak school? There hasn’t been a problem with me floating pots yet.” My voice was almost a whisper, there was another person in the taxi.

“It’s not a freak school, Bella,” Mom said. “You’ll have fun.” I frowned. “Maybe,” I replied. Or probably not, I added mentally.

We stepped out of the taxi when we arrived at the airport. The sun was blazing hot, which was normal Phoenix weather.

It rained in London. I hated rain. Why in the world did I have to go to this place?

We deposited my luggage and boarded the plane. It was a small plane, very crowded too. I was used to that. Very average for me.

The plane took off soon after that. “Goodbye, Phoenix,” I muttered. The city, my home, disappeared into the horizon.

“Oh, Bella, don’t be sad,” Mom said. “It’ll be fine.

I knew it wouldn’t. I was going to a freak school and there was no way out of it. Did I really have to go through this… pain? It was more than pain: it was pure agony.

Leaving the place you hold nearest to your heart? Not knowing what will happen next? Could this really be happening to me?

I shook my head. No. I’d come home. Summer and Christmas. I tried to tell myself that this would be just like summer camp. It didn’t work.

The plane landed on the runway with a soft thud. We were switching planes in New York City.

It was much colder here than it was in Phoenix. The sky was overcast and it looked as if it was about to rain.

It reminded me of Forks. Gross.

“Okay, Bella, let’s go get on that plane,” Mom said, snapping me out of the almost trance that I was in.

I sighed. I stepped into the plane and walked down the isle.

The two guys in the seat behind me freaked out. They seemed to be holding each other onto the seat.

They were both very pale. I noticed that their eyes were gold- a pure gold that seemed very alien.

I sat in my seat. The plane took off soon after. “Mom, how long until we get there?” I asked. She shrugged. “A few hours.” Hours? Well, we were flying overseas, right?

I smiled. The guys behind me were gone. They’d escaped to the bathroom, whatever it was that they were escaping from.

The two girls in the seat behind them had left too. I wondered what could possibly be going on. I shrugged and stared out the window.

The ride from New York to London was five times as boring as the one from Phoenix to New York.

This time there was nothing to see below you except for the ocean. There was the occasional boat, but that would be all.

I decided to talk to Mom. “Hey, Mom,” I said. “Will this school really be fun?” She smiled. “Of course,” she said. “Would I lie to you?”

I thought about that for a moment. “Yes.”

She sighed and the plane ride drifted into silence. Why me? Out of everyone in Phoenix, I was probably the only one who could lift pots and make them hover above the porch.

Eventually, the plane ride ended.

The plane landed on the runway with a thud. We exited the plane and I went to get my bags.

I picked each one of them up. “Excuse me,” I heard someone say. “Are you Isabella Swan?” I turned to see a white-haired old man wearing an emerald green cloak.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Isabella, my name is Albus Dumbledore. I‘ll be your headmaster at Hogwarts.”

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.