A young girl of the age of eleven was staring out of the window, staring at the clouds. Such a difference than Phoenix's usual sunshine. Well, that's to be expected . . . It was England after all.

"Bells, come down here there's someone who wants to meet you!" And at that she turned from the window sill and ran as fast her eleven year old legs could take her. As she tumbled down, no really, seriously tumbled down the stairway of her new home, she was terribly clumsy after all.

As she came to the landing , she noticed a elderly man dressed in long, deep purple robes with silver crescent moons embedded into the interior, with a long, white beard going down to the bottom of his torso.

"Ah, hello Isabella." said the old man. "How-how do you know who I am?" replied the young girl. "My dear, I know who everyone is. My name is Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore said.

"Well, Mr. Dumbledore, why are you here?" Bella questioned. "Isabella," He began but was cut off from the eleven year old. "Bella, I don't like Isabella." she stated. "I apologize, Bella, but have you ever done something? Something that you can't explain, no matter how hrd you try to?"

"Yes, it's been more frequent when she's excited." Her father stepped in and explained. "Ah yes, I can explain that." Dumbledore said. "Bella, have you ever heard of witches or wizards?" At her nod he continued. "Well, they really exist, and I am the headmaster at the school you'll be going to." and with that, he started fishing around in his robes looking for something,. "Ah, yes, I believe this is it." And with that, handed over a letter with the address written in emerald green ink. Isabella Rosalinda Lupin. "Lupin? My last name is Swan, not Lupin. And my middle name's not Rosalinda, it's Marie." The headmaster swiveled around to look at Charlie. " You have not told her who her real parents are?" Charlie shifted uncomfortably in place and suddenly found that color of the carpet interesting.

"Very well, then I'll just have to show you what you really look like." The old headmaster then took his wand out from the pocket of his robes and with a flick and twist of his wrist, where a short , dark haired girl with deep brown eyes once was, stood a girl with long, dirty blonde hair, slightly taller ,a bit less pale, and clear, deep grey orbs, with hints of deep, chocolate brown near the pupil.

"Dad? Dad, what's going on? What happened to me?". She was starting to panic as she ran towards the stairs, and into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. Surely this couldn't be real! Things like this just didn't happen. Not to her, plain, boring, Isabella Marie Swan. Or was it Isabella Rosalind Lupin now?

She dashed down the stairs again, not noticing she wasn't even tripping, to get back to the living room.

"My dear, would you let me explain?" Albus asked her, with a slight pleading tone. At her frantic nod he told her "But you have calm down before I tell you any of this, alright?" As the headmaster said this, her breathing and heart slowly calmed down, and her abnormally wide doe eyes narrowed a bit. Then the old headmaster continued with his explanation.

"Your father, Remus Lupin, had a steady girlfriend of the name Juliet Ravenclaw, who was a pureblood witch, and a very important person in the wizarding community. About a year or two after they met, you came along."

"Mr. Dumbledore, sir, why was my 'mother' so important?" When she said mother while using her hands to make quotation like signs before and after the word, as if to say, I don't believe you.

"Bella, your mother was the last heir to the Ravenclaw House," The older wizard explained to her. "It is also a house in Hogwarts. Prided in being intelligent and clever."

"What are Houses?" Bella questioned.

"Houses are where you stay in Hogwarts. There are four houses. Slytherin, prided in being sly and cunning, Gryffindor, for being brave, Hufflepuff for loyalty, and lastly, Ravenclaw, prided in being the most intelligent and clever of the four." stated Albus

"Oh, I see." said Bella "When can I go?" And even after a few moments, Charlie still looked shocked. "Bells, you seriously want to go?" said a still shocked Charlie.

"Of course, it's not everyday you see someone tell someone else that their parents are actually a wizard and witch , and that you get accepted into a school that's practically as big as a castle."

"Charlie, even though you are not her actual father, you still have guardianship over Bella, she can not go or do anything at Hogwarts without your consent." stated Dumbledore. "Err… If you really want to, I guess you can go. Just… Please keep me updated on what's going on. Do we have deal?' Charlie stuck out his hand expecting her to shake it, because to him this was a big deal, and he wanted to be professional, but instead the young girl came at him with a bone crushing hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Bella squealed but after that, her hair turned hot pink.

"Uh… What just happened to my hair?" asked a somewhat shocked but still excited Bella. "Bella, can you do me favor and focus on what you looked like before? Before this all happened I mean. Where once stood a girl with deep grey eyes, and hot pink hair, now was a girl with mahogany hair, and deep chocolate colored orbs. "Well, you my dear, seem to be an metamorphagus. And, before you ask that question, a metamorphagus is a person who can willingly change their appearance when they want to. It's a rare gift not many witches or wizards have. Albus explained "But I wonder why this has not happened earlier…"

"Well, no matter, it is over and done is it not?" And then the clock chimed again, signaling that it was now 9:00 in the evening. "ah, I'm afraid, that this is when I must bid myself goodbye." And the old man stood up, and started heading towards the door.

"Wait sir! When and where do I get my supplies for school?" Bella questioned rather quickly.

"Someone will be here tomorrow morning to bring you to Diagon Alley and buy your school supplies. Now I must go." Albus said.

And with that, the headmaster turned around so he was facing the door and disappeared into thin air.