Disclaimer: Harry potter is not my problem, its JKR’s. Although I wouldn’t mind it…

Summery: A girl is abandoned by her parents at a very young age, and grows up in a small orphanage on the edge of London. At the age of eleven, she is invited to an interesting new school, where she meets Annabelle Potter, and many other children of the heroes of the last book.

A New Beginning

Chapter one

It was a very gloomy day, the sun beating down on the small house in a rather large, tightly crammed street in the middle of London; where two people, both full grown adults, discussing what seemed a serious matter.

“I just can’t stand it anymore Jen, we have to do something!” said a slightly tall, dark haired man, with pale skin.

“I know, I know but, she’s our daughter! We can’t just abandon her, can we? She’s still your daughter, and mine, whether you want her to be, or not.” Answered Jen, the women sitting across from the man. “Scott, I’m not saying we don’t need to do something; it’s just, I Don’t know what to do!” She said in reaction to a glair and a jerk of the head, from this, although not outstandingly handsome, young man sitting there in there small little house in the middle of this small house’s basement, where they were sure not to be herd.

“Yes, I understand, but we could say anything! We could -”

“No! We can’t just bring her to an orphanage! What would they think?”

“Yes, yes oh course your right, but then what?”

“We’ll leave her on the street. She probably won’t even remember us when she’s older!”

Meanwhile, a small girl, about the age of seven, with long silky black hair, and brownish black eyes, sat on the steps going down to the basement. She had been listening quietly to her parent’s conversation, with tears filling up in her eyes. But they were pulled back, this girl had never cried before, and she wouldn’t start now!

The girl climbed back up the stairs. She had herd enough to understand what was going on. She would be gotten rid of. Somehow…

She lay down on her small cot. Her parents were rich. She knew that much from the short time she had been at first grade. But she had never been pampered. But not mistreated either. No. She had gotten what she needed to survive. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Aurora was a very bright student, learning came easily, and she loved it. She had done very well in school, learning ahead of where a normal first grader would, but at two months in, she had been expelled, for somehow, turning one of her class mates into a mental case. But it wasn’t her fault! All she had done, as she had repeated in her timid voice, was having a spelling contest with her. She had spelled ‘cat’ correctly, and Stephanie hadn’t. Nothing else, but that wasn’t true… of course, she had meant what she did, but the basics were the same.

Aurora smiled evilly; it was fun to torment people that had done her wrongs. Pay back had never hurt anyone, until now…

“Arrie! Arrie come down here, we’re going to go out tonight! You’re coming.” Called down Jen, from the kitchen.

Aurora sat up. It was time to go. But she didn’t care. Her father was a rich doctor, who met her mother after some weird freak accident, where she got amnesia. Then they fell in love and had her. But they hated her. She was different, and apparently, different was bad, very, very, bad.

Aurora hopped down from her cot in the attic, and went down stairs.

Both of her parents were waiting at the front door for her. “No shoes on yet? I thought you’d be excited!”

“I am, mother. They’re right here.” Aurora showed them her shoes, and pulled them on. Then she hugged her mom.

“Well, let’s get going, then!” Said her father excitedly. He wanted this. He wanted it too badly. Aurora would put a stop to that, but not quite yet.

They walked out to the car, Aurora sat in the back, while her mother, and father climbed into the front seats.

“Honey! We’re going to have a surprise for you!” Called her mother from the front of the small cramped car.

Aurora rolled her eyes at her mother. She might only be seven, but she knew when someone was lying. A stupid trick, it wouldn’t work, but she’d still lose. It was simply inevitable, to stay in a home.

“Here we are! You’re going to play on the playground!”

“But it’s raining outside! I don’t want-”

“You’ll play, and you’ll like it!” Snarled her father.

“Yes father.” Aurora muttered, as she hopped out of the car waiting for them to come out. But they didn’t. It was time…

“Bye now. We’ll pick you up latter.” Said her mother. “Say goodbye…”

“Goodbye mother, father.” She answered, looking down.

“See you latter sweetie!” Aurora’s mother waved, and rolled up the window.

And, so there stood a girl, no older then seven, standing, sopping wet in the rain, with nothing more than a small rabbit doll, and a pair of clothes, watching her parents drive away forever. She blinked. Gone, gone, gone…

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A/N: I hope you liked it. They wont all be this gloomy, in fact, the next chapter is kind of up-beat. But I wont post it until I get at least three different peoples reviews. So review or suffer!

Zeida