Eleven years have passed since I was reborn into the world of Harry Potter as Tom's sister. Eleven years have passed since I got to know my little brother. My life as Morgan Smith has ended, and my life as Morgana Riddle has begun.

In those eleven years, I got to understand Tom better. We both lived in that dreadful orphanage, we both got to experience the hate everyone felt towards us. For me, it was just Billy Stubbs that was a problem. Mrs. Cole and everyone else liked me, and I never got to experience the exorcism.

I had a lot of friends and everytime Mrs. Cole needed help, I was there to help. I think I succeeded in teaching Tom to love. Despite everything Tom went through he was still gentle and caring towards me.

Tom and I have practised wandless magic together and now we are currently waiting for our Hogwarts letter. I haven't told Tom anything about magic or Hogwarts, but I hope we get to be in the same house, even if we're not, Ravenclaw would be perfect for me.

As I grew up, my looks have changed and I can say that I am, in my opinion beautiful. I have black hair, brown eyes, flawless skin, high cheekbones and for a child, I am skinny and petite. I kinda look like Adelaide Kane, very elegant.

As I am laying down in my bed, in the room I share with Tom, someone knocks on the door. "Yes?" I said. "Morgana, Tom, there is someone here to see you." Mrs. Cole said as she opened the door.

I quickly stood up from the bed as Mrs. Cole said that Dumbledore is here, of course she butchered up his name, but I didn't bother to listen. As Dumbledore came in the room he said "Hello, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I am a proffesor at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Now that Dumbledore has left the room and Tom and I got our letters, I went and ask Mrs. Cole if Tom and I could go to get our school's supplies. "Yes, you can go, just make sure to be back for lunch.

I went back to our room and said to Tom "Tom, let's get ready so we can go to Diagon Ally, Mrs. Cole said to be back before lunch." Tom smiled at me and said "Alright, Morgs, let's get ready." I smiled at Tom and suggested "When we get to Gringotts, let's see if the goblins have a way to see if we have any magical inheritance." "Yes, great idea, sister" agreed Tom.

Now I think I forgot to describe my little brother. Well, Tom looks exactly like how he did in the movies. Dark hair, dark eyes, very cute, except what the books and movies don't show, they probably don't know, is that Tom is very funny. Or maybe that changed with my arrival.

Tom still hates his father, as do I, but we don't hate our mother. One thing that I can say is that we are both parselmouth and that is very scary living in the 1930 in Lonodon, in a rundown orphange. Listening to sirens and bombs is something so traumatic that If we don't have any available manors from the inheritance, I will beg Dumbledore to stay at Hogwarts because I will not return to muggle London to traumatize myself some more.