This is a really long poem about a young girl during the Great Depression. I wrote it for a school project but I really like it so here ya are : P

This book isn't about teenage love, or werewolves, or Harry Potter, but it's still a pretty fun read if I do say so myself. The grammar and spelling isn't perfect, but I hope you really enjoy reading it!

Harry Potter fan fiction that takes place in the Order of the Phoenix timeline. Neville has a muggle best friend back home, and is running a business with the Weasley twins. Although it takes place in their fifth year, I'm writing as if they are living in our current time. I will be writing a second book that takes place in the same timeline and so you'll see some hints of that book in this.

I still had questions, "But why am I so special? Why am I wanted?" "You don't need to know that," Alex said. Do they really expect me to leave with them without knowing why? They must be really stupid if they think they are taking me anywhere with telling me everything. I deserve to know why I'm needed, they have no right to keep that information from me. I was getting mad. I have a really short temper. I could feel the air around me getting hot, and I knew they could feel it too. "Either tell me why I'm needed or I'm not going anywhere." Alex looked like he was about to object, but lucky for him, Justin had enough sense to answer my question, "You are the daughter of Queen Amelia and King Cornelius. You are a princess. You have the powers of our leaders combined. You're the most powerful person on Earth." Princess? I am no princess. Just the other day I was getting bullied. Most powerful person on Earth? Hilarious. I know I have powers, but there if there is other people like me that must be more powerful than me. "Me? Princess? Are you high? I'm obviously not a princess. My mother is human. I was born on Earth." "You were born during the war, the king knew you would be a target of the humans, if they found out you were born. So being the good father he is, he gave you to a human he trusted, he knew she would raise you as her own. That woman is who you know as your mother." Justin answered. My life is a lie. I am not who I think I am. People are not who I thought they were. I can't believe this. I thought only things like this happened in stories. "Fiera, who do you choose? The queen or the king?" Alex asked. They were both looking at me expectantly. The queen wanted peace and not to start a war. The king wanted to show the humans that we were not bad but they wouldn't listen. They deserve what the king wanted. The king saved my life. I looked up, "I know who I've chosen."