Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter I

Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, England, Great Britain

Tuesday the 31st of July 1991

9:00 AM

Bella Potter shot up from her bed, green eyes wide. Her hair was a tangle, per usual, but she didn't care enough to try and brush it. She stumbled over her long flannel pajama pants. She looked in the mirror excitedly and smiled at her reflection. She wasn't tall and she wasn't short, she had red lips, pale skin that bordered on sickly pale, and wild black hair. The only thing that was above average, at least to her, were her eyes. They glowed green and she gave a wicked smirk, exposing white teeth.

She ran out of the room and ran down the stairs, towards the smell of eggs and bacon. As she stumbled into the kitchen, she almost tripped over the old house elf of the Blacks.

"Sorry, Kreacher!" Bella called over her shoulder as he glared at her. Kreacher's hostile look softened at her sincere if quick apology.

"It is fine, Mistress," he sighed, continuing to clean imaginary dust. More likely, he didn't want to be in the same room as Sirius.

"Uh...Kreacher, it's my birthday. Can you make me a treacle tart before I go to Diagon Alley?" asked Bella excitedly. Kreacher nodded, his large ears drooping with olde age.

"Of course, Mistress."

Bella grinned and took off towards the kitchen before walking and grinning. Sirius sat at the table with a large platter of bacon, eggs, and sausages.

"Well, if it isn't the birthday girl. How old are you again? Seven?" Sirius teased, a bright mischievous spark in his eyes. Bella rolled her eyes and launched herself at the man.

"Uncle Sirius! I'm eleven!" laughed Bella, hugging her beloved godfather. Sirius hugged her back, squeezing her just as tightly.

"That's right! You're a big girl. You're going to get your wand and go to Hogwarts. Now let's eat. I'm starving and we're meeting someone at the Leaky Cauldron," Sirius said. Bella nodded and began shoveling food into her mouth as quickly as possible. Sirius stared in shock.

"Bella...you're going to choke! Calm down," Sirius insisted, his worry permeating his words. Bella sighed and swallowed what was in her mouth, sharply.

"Ssssorry," Bella hissed. Sirius frowned, slightly at the sibilant sound but said nothing of it. He began to eat some of the eggs as well though he kept a close eye on his adopted daughter.

"So where do you want to go first, Doe?" Sirius asked, using the nickname that he had assigned to her since the day of her birth. Bella didn't even need to think about it.

"I want to get my wand," she said, firmly. Sirius nodded and grinned.

"Of course. How else are you going to get into trouble?" smirked Sirius. Bella laughed and shook her head.

"Uncle Sirius...I don't think it's good that I should know that I'm going to pull pranks before I even get there. But I guess I could pull one in the name of the Marauders. I'm not saying I will but I might. I'm finally eleven! I can do so many things with a wand," Bella said, lovingly, her eyes glazed over as she thought about the magic pulsing through her, ready to be released. Sirius rolled her eyes at her dramatic act.