Hey guys this is my first fic so don't be too harsh. I also don't have a beta so sorry. I hope you enjoy it. This chapter gets a little bit bloody, but try to get through it. This chapter is a little short but it is important.
Olivia POV
My heart beat fast in my chest as I ran from whatever that thing was. It looked like a man, but he was more, I don't know, wild. I ran for my life in the dark tripping and falling over my own two feet in what looked like really tall wheat. When this night started I never thought this is how it would turn out. Let me start over from earlier that same night.
As I walked along the dusty country road I whistled. It always made me feel better, but now even that would not help calm my nerves. I was on my way back from the senior center in town where I volunteered every week. I was about ten minutes away from the orphanage. My parents died in a car crash when I was one and now at almost eleven I lived in Ms. Alexandra's orphanage. I could feel eyes watching me. I was trying to figure out what it was without looking, for fear it might look back. The almost full moon made everything even worse. It cast shadows in the wheat field and played with my sense of fear.
Suddenly a large shape leapt from the shadows. I instinctively ran. I was on the track team at school so I ran decently fast. I ran into the wheat fields in an effort to get away, but it caught me by the shoulder and pulled me back. I didn't know what on earth it was. It looked somewhat like a man, but his teeth were razor sharp and pointy, his face was contorted into a wicked grin and was marked with scars, and his eyes were blood red and fiery. He looked at me like I was an ice-cream Sunday and he was a starving man. He punched me in the ribs and I heard them crack. He smiled at my pain obviously enjoying it. He scratched my face and arms with razor sharp claws. I had been taking self defense classes since I was five so when I regained my senses I planted a well placed round-house kick into his side. His grip loosened for just a split second but that was all I needed. I twisted out of his vice-like grasp and ran towards what looked to be a large house. It looked like it was about to topple over, but it looked oddly comforting, almost home-like. I ran as fast as I could towards the safe haven.
I got to the doorstep. It was littered with old boots and a rusty pot thing. I banged on the door helplessly. I could hear him about one-hundred yards away.
"Help! Help! Please! Someone! Anyone! Please! Help!"I screamed in desperation tears of fear coming to my emerald green eyes. The door opened to a motherly woman with bright red hair wearing an apron and I fell into the house.
"Close the door! It's coming! Hurry!"I yelled at the woman who opened the door. She closed it and did something to the door I couldn't see mumbling to herself. Then for the first time that night I felt pain radiating from my scratches and side. Some of my ribs were obviously broken. Then it all faded to black.
Mrs. Weasely's POV
I was washing dishes in the kitchen when I heard a pounding on the door. She was screaming for help. I rushed over to the front door and threw it open. A girl of about eleven years old with red hair and emerald green eyes fell through the doorway and onto the floor. She screamed at me to close the door. I did so performing a few protection charms just for safety. I turned back to her. She was passed out on the floor. She had terrible injuries on her arms and face. Blood covered her shirt and more blood was seeping through on her side. I summoned my draught of dittany and proceeded to nurse her wounds.
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