Disclaimer: The things you recognize from the Harry Potter books are J.K. Rowling's. The rest are mine.

Prologue

In the outskirts of Devon, England, a girl lived with her aunt. This girl, Jamie, was no ordinary fourteen year old, for she is a witch. On this particular July evening, we find Jamie sitting alone in the library of her late grandmother's cottage, reading. She is waiting for her aunt to get home from the grocer's a few blocks away. Little did she know that she's in for a rough night…

Chapter 1: The start of a long night (Jamie's pov)

I'm reading, but my brain isn't soaking the information up. I'm worried about my Aunt Eli. She left over an hour ago to pick up a few things from the grocers and she hasn't returned yet. I spent fifteen more minutes trying to read, then I gave up.

After putting the book back in the shelf with a sigh, I stepped out onto the balcony. I gazed up at the cloudless night sky to the face of the bright crescent moon and myriads of shining stars. I've always loved star-gazing. Sometimes, I'd sit in the balcony or by a window for hours at a time just looking at them. Tonight, however, the worried and slightly panicked thoughts racing over my brain are making it impossible to enjoy the view. Just why is my Aunt so important to me? I, Jamie Catherine S. Hampton, am an orphan. Aunt Elizabeth is my only living relative.

Suddenly, loud piercing screams of terror resounded from the villagers snapping me out of my musings. I searched for the source of the screams, frantically. Has anything happened to the village? Is Aunt Eli alright? I found the terrified screams were made by people being tortured by death eaters. I was almost frozen with fear. Death eaters were the cause of death of all my relatives on my father's side save for Grandma Hampton. Without hesitation, I rushed across the hall into my grandmother's old room. In a mad rush, I pressed my thumb into the fingerprint pad and typed in the password to my late grandmother's panic room then-Bang! The death eaters are starting to break though the wards! I slid into the panic room and locked it with all the sealing spells I knew. As a second BANG was heard, I knew I had to act quickly if I want help to arrive in time. If not for me, then for the people of Devon. I grabbed a handful of floo powder off the mantel and threw it in the fireplace, lighting it as I did so. "The Ministry of Magic, Auror Headquarters". I plunged my head into the floo powder and tried to attract the attention of someone, anyone. When, at last, my desperate calls were heard, I began to explain the situation at hand.

"Please, sir, my name is Jamie and there are death eaters here in Devon. They've already begun attacking the village people and it's only a matter of time before they break down the wards at my house. Please help us." The man became more and more alert with every word said.

"Alright. I'll try to get aurors there as soon as possible. Just stay put. Tell me, are you home alone?"

"Yes, sir. My muggle aunt is out of the house." I practically had to scream to be heard as the banging became louder and more persistent.

"Okay, Jamie, listen carefully. I need you to calm down. Find a safe place in the house for you to hide. If they do find you try to distract them so that they won't kill you at once. I'll get you out of there as soon as I get the word out. Until then, hold on."

"Thank you, sir. The address is 11 Coombe Valley Road, Dover." The next few were spent in a futile effort to slow my racing heart. I got up to cast the strongest protection runes I could muster around the room thinking that I have time before either the death eaters or aurors could reach me.

Unfortunately, at the same instance I got up large quake that shook even the very foundation of this house pushed me back down to the ground. I didn't even have to glance at the alarms to know that the wards have fallen. A few minutes later, I heard their footsteps coming up the stairs. I could tell they were looking for me. I stood up to look around for a place to hide myself, remembering the man's advice.

My grandmother's panic room is slightly different from others, you see. One could literally live here for years. It has everything a person could possibly need. It has bedroom and bathroom. It even has a walk-in closet and a kitchen. Basically, it's like a small one bedroom apartment.

I barely had time to squeeze in amongst the many heavy winter coats when the death eaters blasted their way though the solid eight-inch thick steel that was the main door of the panic room. Though slightly muffled, I could still hear them talking.

"Avery, Nott, search the left. Black, Lestrange, take the right. I'll be straight ahead."

Before I knew it, I was bound and gagged. They dragged me, though I didn't go without a fight, though the door and into the circle they formed. One of them broke my wand into pieces right in front of my face. Their leader then spoke to me.

"Well, well. What do we have hear. A pathetic mudblood, perhaps? Or maybe a worthless little muggle? Either way, we shall have our fun boys. Release her. Crucio!"

I struggled not to give them the satisfaction of getting a scream from me as five simultaneous cruciatus curses hit me. It was hard for my body felt like it had a thousand hot knives, pins and needles all over my body. It felt like forever but in reality, only five minutes had passed.

After a quick break, they decided to put the curse back on. Thankfully, all five were stunned before they finished the incantation. At last, the aurors has come! I only vaguely remembered being led out of the house by the man who answered my call. I wanted to ask if they found my aunt, but, alas, darkness consumed me before I could do so and I knew no more.