DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER!!!! THAT BELONGS TO J. K. ROWLING. THE ONLY THING I OWN IS MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND MY PLOT IDEAS.
THIS STORY IS CO-WRITTEN BY XXCYNTHIADEADWOODXX (aka me (or Izzy)) AND SLYTHERINLUVER (aka Amanda)
FULL SUMMARY: Erika Isabel Davis is one of the very few numbers of dhampire alive today. Her mother had been the only pure-blooded vampire ever allowed into Hogwarts, but no one knows anything about her except for what she was. Outgoing and caring, she is always there for her friends, but this time Erika has to set her friends aside for once to race against Voldemort to find out about her mother's secret past, for her mother's past holds the key to ending war forever. No pressure!
Mark Zabini is the son of a high ranking Death Eater. He's a sensitive artist but only opens up to the ones he truly cares about. With his father practically being the second-in-command for the Dark Lord it is up to Mark to be a spy for the Order and go against everything he was taught to save his friends. Will he be able to go against his father's will and save the one person he's loved from day one?
Amanda and Justin Sere are the only half-blood shape-shifters ever in existence. There has never been another like them, especially since they are the Oracles of Time predicted to help the Chosen One. Amanda, the Oracle of the Past, and Justin, the oracle of the Future: see the depths within their visions as they use the dark of the past to bring Light to the future. They hold the balance of the war in their hands as they wait for Erika to find the secret in her mother's past, but can they stick together and not break apart at the seams becuase of family tension?
CHAPTER 1
This was pure agony! Waiting day after day after day, for my stupid letter.
"Ache! Please come down here I have a surprise!" My dad yelled up the stairs.
Was it possible for me to ever out grow my old embarrassing nickname? Doubt it.
My father had been standing at the door holding the mail. He had just come home from work on this Friday afternoon, about 5:30 pm. He was wearing his old jeans splatter with paint, a tee shirt with the sleeves ripped off and his work boots. He smiled and waved a letter around.
It was a vanilla colored envelope sealed with red candle wax. My letter it came! I ran to my father who held the letter over my head and made me jump to get it.
"Daaaad! Please give it!" He handed it to me with the disappointed smile as if I ruined all his fun. I sat down on the blue plaid couch and ripped open my letter and read my letter out loud. "We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
I screamed with pure bliss. This was the best day of my life! "Dad it says I'll need a wand, and my choice of a cat, frog, owl, or rat." I said looking up at my middle-aged father who looked down at me as if i were three years old again.
"We'll go tomorrow." He said sounding upset, but smiled a wiry smile.
"I'm going to pack!" I ran up the stairs and blasted my stereo letting Already Over spill out the speakers.
"You never go....
Your always here suffocating me."
I pulled out my black trunk I had used when my family went to England. Now I would be going...Alone. My hands felt the stickers of bands and evil fairies, vampire stickers and much more.
"I'd give it all to you,
Letting go of me,
Reaching as I fall "
I opened it to pack my belongings in it. I opened my drawers, placing band t-shirts, skinny jeans, tutus, graphic t-shirts, PJs, and hoodies. Then opened my top drawer to place panties and socks. 'Alright clothes, Check.' I thought to my self. I then placed my scrapbooks, notebooks, pencils, and my twilight novels.
Then my new Hogwarts robes, on top. I reached and got my carry-on placing my i-Pod, Camera, some vampire kisses books, my wallet, and a bottle of blue mountain dew.
"My best defense running away from you,
I can't resist take all you want from me,
breaking slowly."
Then fell back on my twin mattress trimmed with black bed spread.
Sigh, I was truly with out a doubt going to miss it here. I let a single silver tear leave my chocolate brown eyes and land on my pale forearm, and then curled into a ball.
"I'd give it all to you,
I offer up my soul,
It's already over,
Already over now..."
I soon drifted to sleep. The next morning my dad and I went to the airport and boarded to England, and then he rented a room for a few days even though my train for Hogwarts left tomorrow.
"Dad where are we going?"
"To get your wand." He patted the top of my dark brown almost black hair. "Go into there and tell him its your first wand, I'll be right back."
I did as he told me, and walked up to the desk as I saw a man with crazy white hair who looked at me like he knew me.
"Laura? Laura Melodick?"
'Uhmmm why was this guy asking for my mother?' I thought, totally creeped out.
"No, but how do you know my mom?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Who doesn't!" he exclaimed. "She was the first pure blood vampire who got excepted into Hogwarts, and you to be the daughter would mean you are half Vampire yourself?"
I laughed in this guy's face. "T-thats impossible. I was muggle-born." I giggled.
"As you wish to believe, Miss. Melodick." He smiled softly.
"Davis." I corrected him.
"Well, Miss Davis. I suppose your looking for your first wand?"
"I, uh, guess?" I replied, unsure.
He went to the back and brought back a thin piece of hard wood with gold tracings. I wove it and it made a loud hiss.
"No-No-No definitely not." He exclaims, turning around towards the long wall of wands again. Then brought back another wand like the first only instead of gold, it was purple.
When he placed it in my hands the wind currents picked up and the lights flickered on and off.
"That was made by your mother's great-grandfather" I smiled knowing how this was made from my own family.
He smiled and waved me off. I turned to see my father holding a small black creature; I raced out the door to see what bundle he was holding. It turned out to be a small all black cat with one bright lime green eye and one crimson eye.
"Awwww so cute!!!" I exclaimed.
"I knew you would like her. We should really get back to the hotel and get some sleep so we can get up at eight tomorrow." He put an arm around my shoulder and leads me away from the wand shop.
"EIGHT??"
"Yes Ache.... The train leaves at Ten thirty."
I sighed and shook my head. "So what are you going to name her?" My father asked.
"Nightmare."
When we got back to the hotel I snuggled up to Nightmare and fell asleep, Stupid Jet lag.
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"Ache...? Ache! ACHE!! Wake up its nine thirty!"
I shot right up and ran to the bathroom and took a shower. When I got dressed and ready it was already ten. "Daddy how are we going to get there within a half hour?" I confessed.
"We will, don't worry."
When we got there, I saw a red haired woman and a bunch of red haired children standing near the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. Then a dark haired male came up to them and they ran through the wall. THROUGH IT! So I waited a few seconds and ran through after I said farewell to my father.
I made it through the wall and in my seat at about 10:32am. A few minutes later someone opened the door to my train compartment. I looked up from my book and saw about five kids about my age. "M-may I help you?" I asked blushing.
"Everywhere else is full; may we sit with you?" A girl asked. She had platinum blond hair down to her waist with deep crimson streaks that looked as if they were rivers of blood coming from her scalp and blazing sapphire eyes that seemed to speak of sadness throughout her past and stuck out against her snow white skin. Her aura was a silvery blue that seemed to glisten like a wet spider-web under moonlight. She's wearing a hot pink cami, skinny capris, and black stilettos. I could tell she was a first year by her uncertainty, but she looked almost as if she were fourteen.
I quirked an eyebrow slightly and replied "Sure?"
They set their luggage up in the luggage racks and below the seats. It was kind of difficult for them since each of them had huge trunks that held their clothes and school supplies, along with their cages for their pets. Also, add the girls' purses.
The blond girl pointed a well-manicured and well-polished, blood red finger to her self and said "I'm Amanda, that's my brother Justin," She pointed to a tan, tall raven-haired boy with dark black eyes. He was wearing a 'Bullet For My Valentine' Tee-shirt and black tripps. His aura was a bright gold that shimmered like the scorching sun in the summer.
Justin said "That's Danielle" and pointed to a brunette with a heart shaped face and green eyes that almost smiled like an actual person was within her them. She wore a green, polka-dotted cami and a pair of flare jeans. Her aura was a fiery red that flickered between a dark, burning crimson to a sunny orange and back like an actual flame in a hearth on a cold winter night.
"That's John," Danielle continued, pointed to a boy with light brown hair tied into a ponytail and light blue eyes. He was wearing a black and blue 'Metallica' tee-shirt and regular straight-legged jeans. His aura was a deep green that seemed sort of picked up by an invisible wind, almost like leaves on a tree.
"And that's Mark." John said, pointing to the last boy.
Mark was looking me up and down like I was the devil herself.
"Uhmmm, excuse me but it's impolite to stare at someone like that." I said to him, flipping my hair over my shoulder and slouched back, folding my arms across my chest.
He had blondish brown hair, with dark chocolate eyes like mine. He also wore glasses and was kind of short. Mark was wearing a 'Three Days Grace' concert tee-shirt and regular straight legged jeans.
"What's your deal anyway?" The one boy, Justin asked. "I mean sitting alone in a compartment."
I looked at him and smiled. "I was just thinking about some stuff." As the one they called Mark scoffed. I held one finger up to Justin and turned to Mark. "WHY DO YOU HATE ME? Tell me now!"
He looked at me and slouched forward touching my hand that was on my knee closest to him. "I don't hate you personally, I hate your kind and I overall hate new people." He grimaced.
"Hate still takes a lot of passion." Amanda said, and then turned to me. "Don't mind Mark. He's a jerk to everyone new, but once he gets to know you, you'll be the best of friends. Take it from someone who knows. Oh and you haven't introduced yourself yet."
I sighed, closing my book with one hand and smiled. "My name is Erika Isabel Davis. Hold the Isabel."
...TBC...
A/N: Hey, guys! Hoped you liked this for the beginning. This is my first story, and SlytherinLuver isn't always available to help me...Even if we do live close to each other...so please be nice in your reviews for the first couple chapters. ;~; -----Izzy.
Hey, everyone! I hope some of my wonderful and faithful readers find this story because I think it's gonna be brilliant. Just to let anyone who reads this that reads my other stories know, I haven't stopped writing them. I have EXTREMELY limited time on the computer anymore and I haven't had the chance to write anything new lately. I'm taking my personel resting time to help my BFFAE write this story, but I'll get back to my stories ASAP. Review, you guys, and make me happy! ^_^ -----SlytherinLuver
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