"Rebecca, dear! I made cinnamon rolls!! Come down before the others eat them! Including me." Becca's mother, Cassandra or Cassie Smith, called to a sleeping Becca. Becca never needed an alarm clock. She had her mother. Becca yawned and stretched. Her messy brown hair drooped in her face. She walked zombie-like to her dresser and changed into a plain black tee, a pair of blue jean shorts, and black flip flops. Becca bolted downstairs, scarfed down her mom's infamous cinnamon rolls, ran back upstairs, tamed her unnatural, shoulder-length hair.
"MUUUUUUM! BECCA'S TAKING TOO LONG IN THE LOO AGAIN!!" Dylan, Becca's little brother, shouted. They lived out in a rural area in London.
"SHE'S A GIRL, DYLAN! WHAT D'YOU EXPECT?!" Becca's mum replied.
"I expect her to share our loo." Dylan muttered from behind the door.
"Dylan, don't worry your little red head. I'm almost done anyways." Becca told Dylan. Dylan was an athletic little 6 year old. He was always visible from the cause of his bright, red hair. Freckles covering most of his face and bright blue eyes. He inherited them from his father, Richard or Rick Smith. Becca didn't have her father and brother's eyes. She had her mother's eyes (I'm sorry! HP reference). Becca also inherited her mother's hair. Her father had red hair. Dylan wasn't the only sibling Becca had. There was Chase,18, who was a red head. He was almost like the older version of Dylan. Chase had hazel eyes from their mother. Then there was John,18, had red hair, green eyes, and the one job had would have would be a veterinarian. John loved animals. As did Becca. Becca also had a sister, Catherine, who was 21 when she got married. Catherine was Becca's best friend. Cath and Becca would talk and talk non-stop. They were almost inseparable. Cath had long, bushy, brown hair and blue eyes. She also had dimples. Becca opened her door to a little ginger staring up at her with his bright blue eyes.
"It's about time, Rebecca!" Dylan shouted as he marched into the lavatory.
"Maybe it's about time you get some manners!" Little 9-year-old Dylan stared up into his 11-year-old sister's eyes and said,"I'm sorry. Thank you for moving your fat bum out of the loo before I broke down the door." and he walked back into the lavatory. Becca stared back in shock of her brother's smarty pants move.
"Rebecca! Dylan! Chase! John! When you four get down here, your father and I need to tell you something!" As Becca turned around, she saw her two older brothers running full speed at her. She gasped. They picked her up by her armpits and carried her downstairs. Soon, Dylan was running down the staircase, painting and gasping for breath.
"Why...didn't...you....guys....wait....for me?!" Dylan asked during gasps of breath. Becca's brothers just chuckled.
"Well, your father and I have been thinking, for a while now, about a small trip," started Mrs.Smith.
"Somewhere like.....the aquarium?" asked John and Chase (they are twins. Their eye color is just different).
"How did you two know?" their father asked sharing a shocked look with them and his wife.
"Uh, lucky guess?" replied Chase.
"Uh-huh." said their mother, that way mothers do when they suspect you're lying.
"So, everyone, get ready. We're going to the aquarium!" said Mr.Smith.
_Skip to Aquarium_
The Smiths approached the huge water zoo and walked inside. Chase, John, and Dylan wanted to see the sharks and platypuses, Mr. and Mrs.Smith wanted to see the different types of fish, but Becca wanted to see the seals. While everyone was admiring their desired aquatic animal, Becca approached the seal exhibit. She leaned in towards the glass, so close that she could see her breath fogging up the window. A seal then swam up to great her. It barked and did tricks.
"Such a cutie. It must be awful just sitting in there. All your siblings and parents crowding you and you just need your own space. You probably have more siblings than me. I have 4. How many do you have? Oh, wait. You can't sp-" Becca was cut off by a high, British accent inside her head.
"37 brothers and sisters. Mum and dad were very busy." said the seal.
"Y-you can sp-speak?!" Becca stared in awe. The seal nodded.
"Does this happen often to you?" She asked. The seal shook its head.
"What's your name?" The seal nodded towards the sign next to the glass.
'Seal Exhibit #13: Seashell, daughter of Hercules and Pearl (#15).
DO NOT TAP ON, LICK, OR HIT GLASS!! THANK YOU!'
"'Seashell'? That's pretty. My name's Becca. Becca Smith."
"I'm delighted to make your acquaint-!"
"Rebecca! We're leaving!" shouted Mrs.Smith.
"Yeah! C'mon, Becky!" yelled John.
"Okay! Nice meeting you, Seashell!" Becca told Seashell. Becca met up with her parents and walked with them to their white Chevy Suburban.
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Becca Smith and the Beginning •Harry Potter fan Fiction• {COMPLETED}
Fanfiction11-year-old Becca Smith finds out she is different than her four siblings, one of which, is married and out of the house. Will she be able to handle the magic placed in her hands? Or will it be too over-powering for her?
