Author's Note: Hya! This is my version of how Harry Potter happened because I thought it'd be fun to do. I do not own Harry Potter 1-7 in book form or in movie form, those both are owned by JK Rowling I believe. Anyway, I love it, but don't own it. I also don't own anything else i mention in here that may be up for question. I only own Rebecca as far as she goes, and her parents. Especially her mum.

I hope you enjoy!

Name: Rebecca Adhara Sherwood

Parents: Gregory and Ambrosia Sherwood

Gifts: Witch and a Metamorphmagus

Blood-Status: Pure Blood

Status: Well off (Rich)

True Features: Unknown

Current Features:

Hair: Straight Bleach Bottle Blonde

Eyes: Golden

Age: 11

School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

House: Yet to be determined

Patronus: Unknown

Friends: (Family friends, otherwise none) Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory

Known Spells and Potions: TONS

When I was born, my parents Gregory and Ambrosia Sherwood knew that their daughter was no ordinary witch. It wasn't because they were stuck up in thinking I would achieve great and wonderful things. They knew I was no ordinary witch because when I was born I had bright blue eyes like my mother, and dark brown hair. But a half hour later I had blond hair like my mother and bright purple, yes purple, eyes.

I, their beautiful little baby girl was a Metamorphmagus, a rare type of witch, similar to that of a fictional shape shifter, or a wizard with an endless supply of Polyjuice Potion.

Immediately my parents set to making sure that no one knew of my gifts, so I wouldn't be used and be considered a secret weapon… or at least that was what they told me.

Once I was old enough, my father made sure to try to teach me about my abilities and how to use them and how to hide them. It was very frustrating since he was not a Metamorphmagus himself and did not fully understand the rules and limitations behind being one.

When I was six he told me that I should choose one appearance and make that my own, but not use my actual appearance, so that way no one would know what I actually looked like. I, being a six-year-old mothers girl, then adopted the appearance that was most like my mother's, light golden hair, and deathly pale skin, but golden eyes like my fathers instead of blue.

As I grew up, my father nearly force fed me knowledge of magic and spells so that I would be ahead of other children once I was sent to Hogwarts. My mother didn't really object to me being forced to learn such things at such a young age, but made sure that I had fun as well.

My parents and I also traveled all around the world as I grew up, seeing new and different things such as the US and how muggles lived. I was taught all things of muggles by my mother though I am pretty sure that my father didn't like it much.

I received my Hogwarts letter was a happy day for the whole family, though for different reasons. I looked forward to Hogwarts and friends, which I seemed to lack an amount of.

I think my mother, Ambrosia, looked forward to me being able to learn and be free of the house that I never seemed to leave, and be away from my father. But my father, Gregory, however, looked forward to me becoming a Slytherin and becoming popular with the Malfoy boy.

I feared this, the clashing wishes of my father and I. I never seemed to make my father happy no matter how hard I tried, and truth be told, I did not want to be in the Slytherin House.

My mother always told me that no matter which house I was put in that she would be happy for me, but deep down I knew that my mother wished that I would be placed in Gryffindor House. I personally wanted to be apart of that House, ever since I had read the history about all of the Houses and the people who had come from each.

I never seemed to be able to do anything that didn't anger my father or make myself happy, but I hoped that now that I was going to Hogwarts, things would change.

Author's Note: Sorry, i had to get all of the backstory out of the way though. Now on to the actually story! BTW: Please reveiw... please... if you don't I'll cry!