Hey kitties! As you may know or may not I' am obsessed with Harry Potter. I hope you like. Read and review. Ask questions, make comments.
Harry potter does not belong to me, but his heart does. jk.
Chapter One
The flight And The Plight
Cedric looked at me in shock, the years passing before his eyes. His sweet last breath left him as he fell to the grass. I just stood and stared when the screaming started. Somebody in a mask and all grabbed me and shoved my body roughly against a statue of the angel death. They lashed me to the statue with a long rough rope. The ropes crushed my ribs like an iron vice. The masked person shoved what looked like my sock into my mouth. The screaming stopped and I realized that it was me.
Cedric would never open his eyes again I realized. Tears slid down my cheeks, burning little rivulets. I started struggling and screaming through my gag when a dark figure stretched itself out of a cauldron I hadn't realized was in front of me. My screams and struggling did not go unnoticed. With a flick of a wand the dark figure had silenced me. The pain of my scar was unbelievable. Someone was branding my forehead that much I was sure of.
The dark figure took his hand from my face. It was Voldemort. He opened his mouth and spoke to me in a rasping language any death eater would kill to know.
"You will be dead by this time next year, Stephanie Potter."
I woke up screaming. The door swung open framed by my rather 'robust' uncle.
"Will you shut up girl?" he said in a harsh whisper, "the Clifton's will hear you!"
"Sorry," I said with a hint of sarcasm that he did not detect.
"We, are going out. As in you're aunt, cousin and I," he said
"Okay."
"You will not touch the food in the kitchen, nor will you touch our belongings."
"Will do."
"I am going to lock you're door."
"You do that."
Of course I already knew they were going out. What dunder head wouldn't? Aunt Petunia had just spent an hour in the bathroom primping, after which she struggled with my overweight cousin, fighting against any common sense, to get him into a button down shirt. And then there was the fact that uncle Dursly had squeezed himself into overly tight 'special occasion' tweed jacket.
I got up. Tonight would be my perfect chance. I grabbed my trunk, threw it open and started grabbing up all of my things and shoving them in. So, Dumbledore thinks he can just shut me away in this cage? After thinking a moment I sat down at my desk and started writing.
Dear Sirius,
I am leaving the Dursly's. I'm going to find you, wherever you are. We can camp out until the trial, and then I can either head off to Hogwarts or stay with you.
Not a word all summer. I can't believe you would do this to me.
Well, I'm off to pack,
Phausto
P.s. if you could tell me where you are that would help me a lot.
I got up and threw the last few things into the trunk. I sent Hedwig on her way and turned towards the door. Well, can't use my wand, I thought, I would be screwed even if they let me off for the other incident. Thinking for a moment I lifted my foot and brought it down on the doorknob. Oh sweet success, I thought to myself at I walked through the doorway, who knew converse chucks were so thick?
I walked down the stairs, letting the trunk scuff the walls all the way down. I Walked into the kitchen and got myself a quick sandwich. The Durslys would never know or care, if it meant getting rid of me then that was fine with them. I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from a nearby cupboard.
Dearest Dursly family,
I, you're darling niece, have decided to no longer burden you with my presence. I will see you after next term. Or not.
Good luck with the lawn watering tournament.
Stephanie Potter
I put the note on the fridge where they could see it. I walked to the front door, pulled it closed and walked off without bothering to lock it. I made my way to the street. I threw up my right hand with my wand and was rewarded with a loud bang. I stood my ground as an enormous purple double decked bus creaked to a halt in front of me. A gangly pimply faced youth stepped off the bus.
"Welcome to the knight bus, the-"
"Hey Stan, I think I know, here's the money" I said, handing him a Galion and giving him a wink. The fool could run his lips for hours.
"Uh, Okay." He said, picking up my trunk and following me onto the bus.
"Greangotts please, Ernie," I said quickly.
I looked at my watch. It was around mid day. There was no one on the bus except for me and a portly witch with ankle length silver hair.
Within an hour I was walking out of Greangotts with my money bag jingling happily in my pocket. I walked over to the wizards' clothing store 'charming' and looked around. I bought a new set of robes for Sirius in hunter green. The next store over sold witched clothes I bought some new undies and some t-shirts and jeans. When I was done shopping I took all of my bags and trunks and took a room at the leaky cauldron for the night.
I went into the bar and asked for a butter beer. I sat in the commons reading and drinking for hours. By the time I was ready to go to bed it was well past midnight. I walked up to my room to go to bed when I found an unexpected visitor, or rather quite a few unexpected visitors.
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