I never knew who my real parents were, I was told that my real mother was young when she had me. I remember sitting in the orphanage thinking about her. Was her hair dark brown like mine? Or her eye's? I wanted a mother and father so badly that I wanted to cry myself to sleep at night. I would get so excited when visitation day came around and then...be so heart broken when nobody wanted me. I felt alone, no one wanted me, I would never have a family.

I remember the day they came, its as clear to me as ever, a gloomy rainy spring day. I sat looking out the window when this couple approached me. "Hello." Said the man softly with a smile. "My name is James, this is my wife Lilly." I did my best to smile politely and at least pretend to be happy, I knew they wouldn't want me. "Hello, I'm Elizabeth." They stayed and talked to me for hours and then stood and went to speak to Mother Aggie the head nun who ran the orphanage. They left not long after. She pulled me into her office and had me sit in a chair. "I have some good news for you Lizzy." I looked up at her, my face unchanging. "James and Lilly potter have adopted you."

I stared at her shocked, I couldn't say or do anything, I just sat there. My dreams had come true. The next day my bags were packed and I was sent home with my new parents. Five years had passed and not only had I been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizzardry but I also had a new baby brother. I spent as much time as I could with Harry before I had to go away to school, don't get me wrong I was excited about school too. But anyway, Harry was the cutest baby that I had ever seen, I spent every waking moment with him and yes, I would even change his nappies. The day finally came when I boarded the train to Hogwarts. It would be the last time that I would ever see my parents alive.

October 31st 1981 was like any other night. I giggled and talked with my friends as we sat and enjoyed our meals and sweets at one of the long tables in the great hall, jack o lanterns and candles floated above us. The time came when we were escorted back to our proper houses, mine being Ravenclaw. I was stopped suddenly by professor McGonagall. " Lizzy, please come with me dear. Professor Dumbledore. Don't worry, you've done nothing wrong." I nodded and followed. The door to the head masters office opened and I stepped in as it closed itself behind me. "Elizabeth, please, have a seat." Professor Dumbledoor gestured to a seat in front of him and I sat. There were three other men in the room, one would become my future husband. Dumbledoor sat in the seat across from me.

He had a look of nervousness on his face. "Lizzy...I'm sorry to have to tell you this..But your parents have been killed." I blinked a few times before it all hit me, I broke down in tears and sobbed, my parents were gone and I was alone again...I was an orphan. My thoughts went to my little brother. Harry..."Harry, what about Harry?" I asked in a panic, my eyes still filled with tears. "Harry is just fine Elizabeth." I only nodded. I was given time to greve my parents deaths. I was told that Harry was sent to live with my mother's sister and her husband. Absolutely awful people. I never liked how they treated my parents. Patunia liked me just fine and called me a little angle until I turned her hair bright orange after getting upset from her insulting my father.

I hadn't meant to do it, but that was how they found out that I had magic in my blood. My father, James, would tell that story any chance he could to friends or Uncle Serious who got a huge kick out of it. Unfortunately I wouldn't be able to see my little brother for many years. Not long after their deaths I was adopted again by one of the temporary nurses at Hogwarts. We had become acquainted beforehand, Anna Smith, she was a lovely lady, hazel eyes and light brown curly hair, five foot seven. She had married a muggle by the name of Jack, he was a published writer and sometimes a handyman and believe it or not I had actually read some of his books while I was growing up. Jack was a very attractive man, six foot two, dark brown hair and amazing blue eyes.

He couldn't care less that his wife was a witch or that his adopted daughter was one as well. He loved us for the way we were and he wouldn't have it any other way. It took me quite a while to adjust to my new situation; I became depressed when I learned that the Dursleys wouldn't allow me to see my little brother. I slowly came out little by little, I got close to my new parents and Jack taught me a lot about this muggle thing called grilling. "You've got your brats, hotdogs, hamburgers and chicken." He explained the workings of the grill and grilling, I already knew all of this but I didn't want to be rude and tell him that it made him happy and besides, you let the master show you his trade. "Also, I can't believe you actually read my books."

I smiled and giggled. "Oh I absolutely love them, action, adventure a tiny bit of comedy." He would even let me help him write his books, I would proof read them and give him advice. I finally had a place to stay. I loved my family, when I was 13 we ended up getting a dog, Thor was his name a year later my second little brother was born, James Alexander Smith. I held him hours after her was born and I just broke down and cried, I missed Harry so much and my first parents. Anna and Jack understood completely, but they were my parents too.

I graduated from Hogwarts, top of my class. I then decided to pursue my dream job to become a police officer. "Why not just become an Aurer?" Asked mama while preparing breakfast. "I thought of that and looked into it, it's really dangerous far more than police work." She smiled at me. "I think you and your father watched too many episode of Gunsmoke, Have gun will travel and Wyatt Earp." This granted a chuckle from my papa. "You can never watch too much Gunsmoke." We all laughed at that. I went into the academy at 17 and graduated a year later. Where I met Kenneth. Kenneth was a tall, muscular drop dead gorgeous young man. Unfortunately, his good looks were the only good thing about him.

Everything was fine for the first few months of our relationship I saw the warning signs and thought it was nothing. I had learned that he had been taking drugs from the evidence locker and using them, I confronted him about it and he lashed out and beat me. I would have died if I didn't have to baby sit Thor that week end. He lunged at Kenneth and cornered him between the fridge and wall. I was able to grab my service weapon and hold him there until I called for help. Charges were pressed and Kenneth was fired and sent to prison and I was promoted to street cop.

Authors Note: This is just the first Chapter of The Diary of Elizabeth Potter Smith. Please let me know what you think and tell me if I had made any mistakes. Also check out my first ever fan fic Mayling. I have made much progress in writing since then. R&R! Edited: Corrected spelling