BITTEN BY A SNAKE

WITCHES HUT

So
Yes Harry Potter Fanfiction. Probably very similar to the ones you have read but i still hope youll like this one.

This story will follow the 7 Harry Potter books with some twists and turns that I decide on. They wont be any harsh changes ( i think )
Please enjoy :]

Its year 1991.
And its a story about a girl who got herself involved into lives of people who did not deserve her involvement.

Her name is Hesperia Darkwood.
And its her story you will follow. What happens around her, what she sees and hears but you could only question how she actually feels. Even with a supporting and bright mother a girl turned out to be a complicated predicament. Her brain was unusually quick and sharp and sadly serious for a little girl, yet her body was just how any normal 11 year old girl would want to look.
She was a very beautiful girl, With long long dark practically black hair which in some lights looks kind of blue. Same with her eyes, hugged with long eyelashes yet her irises dark, so dark basically a black pit of nothingness. Yet her skin was pure as snow, somehow always stone cold her skinny cheeks always seem to be slightly rosey yet barely visible if you only spare her a glance. She had a small but stern face, her brows almost always somewhat furrowed as if she was deep in thought all the time. Her beautifly almond shaped eyes were always scanning the area with a uninterested look but still caucious of whats lurking behind the forest. Small mouth but with cute somehow pink pouty lips that are scarred by her habit of biting and ripping skin off of them with her teeth. Slim nose with a slight nose bump which only adds to her serious feelings. Her skinny cheeks help show her chiseled cheekbones and girly yet sharp face structure wich she actually got from her father, His name is still unknown to her, all she knows is that her Mother chose his last name for her.

Shes a young witch but old enough to get a letter from a special school where other Witches and wizards go to learn all kinds of magic and magic related gizmos and dodats.

She lives with her odd mother in a truly witches hut. In the middle of a forest, miles and miles away from any city. So she was raised alone by her mom and her weird living habits. Which she actually accepted as somehow her own too, She had a liking for plants but it was entirely different stand on how she feels about them than her mothers. Her Mom was very emotional, happy and even dancing all around with them while tending to her huge garden and greenhouse. Hesperia was way more strict with her plants, always sticking to how they should be taken care of and keeping a stern routine for all of them. She also choose to take care of the plants that would only be useful for her Potions, which she also is a huge nerd for. Thankfully with her Mom being such an oldfashioned witch she got a hold of one of her old but huge cauldrons, which was perfectly seasoned and used enough to where every single potion she makes come out almost perfect every time and seem to respond very very well to the dated pot. She makes sure to always write down in her leather bound notebook every mistake she makes while potion making and how she fixes it. Of course she wasnt allowed to make any kind of very hard or dangerous potions by her mother yet she was encouraged to try different recipes she finds in the old scary dusted over basement connected to the house her family had for hundreds of years.

Her Mothers family was Widely known by all Wizard kind as Strong and extremely closed off bunch. The Morels usually only had one child per generation which somehow usually was a boy, her mother is the only Female Morel known by alive Generations. Which is unfortunate because that means her mom was the last Morel alive and people or books remember names not bloodlines. It saddens her knowing that her mom was the last of her name yet Belladona didnt seem to mind it at all. She never talked about her parents, all she knows is that they died while her mom was very young and judging by her face whenever she mentions either of them, it mightve been for the good.


Her mothers name is Belladona Morel.
She as you now know, was a truly a witches witch. Her house is made from some kind of wood that has now, over time darkend and wettend. The top of the house was covered with old black roof panels which are now covered with dark green moss and different kinds of plants and mushrooms. Her garden was also filled with those but not only, Her whole garden was truly alive. Filled of different kind of magical plants and insects who are nothing but greatfull for a place to live. Her garden was big enough to fit a Greenhouse and pond which is occupied by an army of frogs and diffrent kind of toads who also have a liking for her Mothers garden, same with the different little pond fishes who are by now years and years old yet they still live, and are as energetic as ever.

She also looked exactly how you would imagine an odd plant loving witch would look. She had the messest dirty blond hair, so messy in fact her straw hat would always find a way to fall off, a lightly wrinkled face from her age yet it didnt took any charm away from her beauty. Big honey brown eyes who seem to be even bigger because of her big square glasses with bright red rims. A slightly crooked nose like a witch should have and a mole on the lower left part of her jaw. Slightly thinner lips then normal but her smile was always big and full and true. She doesnt usually wear robes definitely not when she lives far away from any human being, she settles for her favourite set of starched jean overalls and an embroidered White button up shirt she did herself with little bees and leafs on them and of course her handy dandy big brown belt which is filled with different pockets and hooks and all kinds of helpful tools you could possibly need in such a lively garden.

And its a story about how bad Belladonas Daughter handles the very lively and happy people attending to the School of Magic and Wizardry, Hogwarts.