Fifteen year old Isabella Myres lay on her bed, deep in thought. Tomorrow is her sixteenth birthday. She looked around the room she shared with another orphan, Cassie, at Mrs. Welmer's orphanage. Isabella's parents were killed by Voldemort himself when she was two.

---------------Isabella's Point of View----------------

Tomorrow I turn sixteen. I won't be getting any cards or presents because my friend, Emily (or Em), is a witch like me, but I live at a muggle orphanage. Not an orphanage like in Annie, mind you, but a real orphanage. I sighed and thought of Hogwarts. Hogwarts is my home; the orphanage is what I refer to as a "temporary living quarter." To sum my life up it sucks. I hate almost everything in it, except Em, of course. I hate my appearance of long black hair and violet eyes. That's right, violet eyes, or blue and purple. Well, my hair is okay. But, I am a fifteen year old girl that's only 5'6! Em, says I'm a total babe, but were best friends so you can't believe her. My roommate Cassie, however, is gorgeous. She has honey-blonde hair and pool-blue eyes. But, we are not friends since she's popular and I'm not.

But, if there's one thing I hate the most it's Sirius Black. Now, who, may you ask, is Sirius Black. Sirius Black is the down bringer of my life. He's a member of a group named the Marauders. The Marauders play pranks on the Slytherins in Hogwarts. The Marauders consist of Remus Lupin, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. James is my friend seeing how we are both chasers on the Gryffindor Quid ditch team. Unfortunately, Sirius plays the role as a beater on our team. James has messy, black hair and hazel eyes framed by glasses. Sirius has black hair that falls into his gray eyes. Remus has sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes. Peter has brown hair and brown eyes.

Now Remus is smart and nice so we get along just fine. James and I are very close friends. Peter and I don't associate. But Sirius is the problem. I just hatehim. I would be fine if he ignored me but, no, he always has to talk to me. We constantly fight despite the fact that he and Em are friends. But Sirius just never ceases to annoy me. Its like his purpose in life is to annoy the crap out of me, honestly.

I just looked over at the clock its midnight. I watch as time ticks by until the clock reads in big red letters 12:15, my birthday. I'm sixteen. I don't feel at all different then I did fifteen minutes ago. Its official, my life sucks. Struck by and inspiration I take out my journal and start to write a song.


Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray (I would pray)

Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)
And breakaway


Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

The song is the story to my life. Before Hogwarts I didn't exist. I look out the window as rain beats against it. I want to get away, to get out, to fly away, and to break away. For now I am just Isabella Myres, the sixth year Gryffindor. In two days I go back to Hogwarts. I can't wait to finally go home. I can't wait to see Em, who I haven't seen in months. Oh, I almost forgot I have to order my books from Diagon alley but, they've got to be sent at midnight. Well, it looks like I'm going to be miserable for the rest of my life. I sigh, I better go to bed.

A/n: These lyrics are from Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson. Their not mine just like Harry potter isn't mine.