Elizabeth Black

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A/N: So this is an hp Fanfic. Please vote, comment, and fan. No rude comments please. Constructive  criticism is welcome though.

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My name is Elizabeth Black. Two words explains my life. Foster. Child. My mom died giving birth to me, and my dad went to jail. For what, I don't know, but that's why I've been a foster child. I hate it, going from home to home, making no freinds, getting bad grades. I am medium sized and have medium curly black hair and blue eyes.
   Soon I get a letter with a weird emblem on it. I'm going to a boarding school named Hogwarts? That's a weird name. "Liz, get down here now!" That's my foster mom. She's  a bit grumpy today. "What's this?" She said pointing to my report card. "My report card." I cheekily answered. "You got all ds and one b. One!" She kept going on and on but I zoned out, nodding my head like I was listening. "At least your going to a new school" She concluded. "Yeah, I'm sorry, I guess your right." That's right I can lie.   Only to some people though. I bet your wondering how I got a b if the rest were ds. I'm amazing at history. I love to learn about how everything came to be and everything. I hope there's history at my new school. I had to go to a place called Diagon Alley. The door bell went off. An old guy was at the door. "Hello, my name is Albus Dumbledore , I will be assisting you to Diagon Alley to do your school shopping. I am the headmaster at Hogwarts." "O-ok" I stuttered. I never stutter. What's happening to me. Before we go shopping for your school supplys, I must tell you what kind of school we are. We are a school of witchcraft and wizardry. We teach young students like you how to control our magic, and improve it. My foster mom looked shocked. "But-but that's impossible," She said. I was in to much shock to speak. "It is not impossible," he said,"have you ever had anything weird, per say, happen to you?" He asked. "Well, I did once jump on a barn roof." "Exacly, these things happen to young witches and wizards." "Now we need to go." He threw something weird into our fireplace, and it turned green! "Step into the fire and say Diagon Alley." He said. "No way am I stepping into that thing!" I yelled. "It won't hurt, it's going to transport you into Diagon Alley so you can shop," he said. Only then did I agree. "It will not be coming with you, be safe, and be back by 10," my foster mom said. I stepped into the fire and I felt a spinning sensation, and I yelled,"Diagon Alley!" I found myself in a fireplace in a shop most likely at Diagon Alley. Soon Dumbledore followed. Okay, we are in Madam Malkin's robe shop. Let's get this robe fitted. Only then did I remember I didn't have any money. "How am I going to pay?" I said. "Hogwarts funds your first year supplys, then everything else is on you." "Ok" I answered. A pretty woman walked out. "OK let's get you a robe," She said. She clapped her hands and a tape measure started measuring different parts of my body. She soon brought out a robe. I put it on and she started casting spells to make it fit. When it was finished she took it off me, and put it in a bag. We left that shop. We then walked into a wand shop. An old man walked out this time. "I am Olivander, I will be selling you your wand. Try this one first." I held it and swung it around. Sparks flew and broke a rule on the floor. "Oops, sorry." I said. "Oh its ok, here try this" he gave me a wand, and it felt like a warmth. I wove it around and sparks came out, but this time it fixed the tile. That ones for you. It's wood and core. Eleven inches, very stiff. We left and went to more shops. It was around eight thirty when I got home. I made myself dinner and went to bed thinking of all I had learned and got.