Lawlz, I don't own Harry Potter.
Prologue
She was running through the midnight canopy of leaves and branches, dead and alive alike. She felt like she was going to lose her mind, no. Lose the two thousand horrible years that she had lived. While she didnt like life, she still wanted to keep it, in perpetual hope that things will some day look up. So far things have been going further and further into a downward spiral. For example, she wasn't used to being hunted down. A horrible experience, she found out, but that doesn't change the fact that now: the hunter is being the hunted.
On any other night she would have spent many of her precious night hours marveling at the beauty around her. But on this particular night she had to find some one who will help her hide herself.
One will find it quite difficult to gather one's thoughts while one hears the footsteps of the enemy all around.
When she got into a clearing, she slowed to a jog and then looked to the sky above. A desperate attempt to figure out how many hours she had till sunrise. Three. She wasted no time in speeding to a nearby town.
She had been ignoring it, but she couldn't deny that she was in need of nourishment. It was pathetic in her eyes, needing sustenance at a time like this, but the older one got the more it hurt.
A small-framed woman with a long mane of brown hair and almost black eyes ran her pale and thin hand along the seemingly countless tombstones. A smile tugged at her lips, the perfect match. The undisturbed grave of "Scarlett Marie Johnson". It was a large tomb, covered with vines and neglect. If one plays their cards right, one wont be detected. Task one completed.
Please R&R, I redid this story, just cause I wanted to. I was kinda embarressed at how horribly I wrote before.