Snakes and skulls part 1

~The visit~

{Authors note~
Wow I didn't think I would last this long with this book haha. I started the first chapter at 2am in the morning, not the greatest}

~Bella~
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"Bella you have a visitor" came the uncertain voice of Mrs Beckett. I stopped writing and lifted my head up slowly.

Staring towards the doorway where Mrs Beckett was standing I noticed that beside her stood an ancient man with half moon glasses in front of blue eyes and a long crooked nose that looked that it could have been broken at least twice. He had a long white luxurious beard that was tucked neatly into his golden belt and maroon robes that made a swishing noise when he walked over to me. When he reached me he turned around slowly and gave a slight nod towards Mrs Beckett who was watching him with a curious expression in her wrinkled face, she returned him a stiff nod and closed the door.

The two of us stared at each over for a few minutes, his blue eyes seem to be x-raying me. He lifted his head up high and looked at the ceiling.
"Where should I start" he whispered sadly.

"At the beginning" I said without thinking.

"Of course Miss Riddle, that would be best" he replied giving me a small smile.

I blinked.

How does he know my name I thought feeling slightly uncomfortable.

To my huge surprise he chuckled and tapped the side of his crooked nose gently winking.

" I feel I should start with why I am here, but first of all I want you to answer my very simple question" he said slowly not taking his eyes of me.

"Ok" I said, getting myself ready.

"Has something ever happened to you?, Anything strange that you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?"

I couldn't help it but I think my eyes instantly lit up.

"Now that you mention it I've had a few incidents just like that, for example I can move things without touching them. I can also make bad things happen to people who bully me, can make them hurt. But what has that got to do with anything?, also who even are you?"I asked curiously.

The old man slowly opened his mouth and hunched back his shoulders.

"my name is professor Dumbledore and I am the headmaster at a school for gifted young people such as yourself.

I was Incredibly offended by his comment and to show my disapproval I decided to give him a look of utter disgust.

"I'm not mad" I said my voice shaking a little.

" Hogwarts is not a place for mad people Miss Riddle but a place for people who possess magic" Dumbledore replied sternly.

"Magic!?" I whispered my eyes as wide as saucers "what do mean magic!?"

To my surprise Dumbledore's lips broke Into a smile. "You are a witch Isabella and I reckon a talented one too with parents such as yours"

I knew it... I  knew I was different from everybody else, always. I thought, hardly believing what was being said to me.

"Now you know what you are, I think it's time for me to tell you about your family" Dumbledore said quietly.

He took a deep breath and looked into my blue eyes. "Now Isabella I want you to understand this, not all wizards are good. Some go bad,a few years ago there was a wizard who went as bad as you can go and his name was Voldemort"

Somehow that name sounded familiar to me, but where had I heard it from?, That's it! I know where I've heard it, it was in a strange dream I had a few months ago. I thought.