Disclaimer- I know the plot's been driven into it's grave but I hope this
is new. For instance, there are three of them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
I own Mary (Amaryllis), Lucian, Hewitt, Meira (Grandmum), Aunt Elizabeth,
Ethan, Dr. Gault, Dr. Shpelling, and Anne (Avian). I own the plot (sort
of), the rest of the lot belong to the great, the wonderful, talented JK
Rowling!
"Where've you been Mary?" Lucia asked from the couch.
"I just went to the store," Mary answered holding up the grocery bag in her hand. Her mother (Lucia) nodded.
"What did you get?"
"Just some coke and chocolate," Mary grinned broadly. "I thought it would be cool, since Dad's gone, along with Anne and Ethan, to have a girl's night out."
"Sound's good to me. Did you get a movie?"
"Yep, some sob, chick-flicky sort of movies."
"I'll order a pizza, we mine-as-well just make a night of it," Lucia got up and went over to the phone. She called and was put on hold.
"You calling Dave's?" She nodded looking at her daughter.
"Did you meet anyone at the market?"
"Yeah, this old-ish guy he-" her mother cut her off with a gesture.
"Hello, I'd like a medium mushroom delivered to 18 Iris St. Bristol." Lucia hung up the phone after the drugged out teen on the other end told her the pizza would be there in "like 15 or 45 minutes."
"Who was it?"
"Who?"
"Don't be smart with me Amaryllis Lilika Walker!" she said with a warning look.
"Okay, he just came up to me and asked who I was?"
"Should I call someone?"
"No, he said in a kind of "I'm your long-lost cousin thrice removed" type of way."
"Did you tell him?"
"Bloody hell mum!"
"Don't use that language with me!"
"No, mum, I certainly didn't tell him. That's just off. No, he just said that I looked familiar and asked who my mother was. Lucky for me, Danny came up behind me and escorted me out."
"Good, I knew that boy would be good for something. What did he look like?"
"Well, I thought you'd know what Danny looked like by now!" she exclaimed. After receiving a nasty look from her mother she continued. "He was tall and had greasy long hair and was wearing all black. He was a weird bloke he was."
"Did you get his name?"
"I didn't want to stay long with him did I?" she cried "Why would I prolong our meeting if he was weirding me off!"
"True, still, it's just odd. I don't think I want you out and about with strange people like that. You know, I don't want you running into any of my patients."
"MUM! I don't want to hear another word. I am fine, see, still standing. Look, if I see one of your patients walking down the road I'll turn my tail and run for home!"
"Let's not talk about this right now Mary, you're just projecting," Mary gave her mother a withering look but fell silent. "Go wash up for dinner love." She followed directions and went to wash her hands. When she got down Lucia was just paying for the pizza.
"So let's start the movie," Mary said excitedly. It wasn't very often that her father had to go out of town leaving the house and even less often was the house rid of the mutants that were her siblings. Dr. Hewitt Walker was a history professor and was now lecturing in America for a week. Mary's life was strange seeing as her father was always talking to her about grades and her mother was trying to counsel her. Her mother was also Doctor. She was the famous physiologist: Dr. Lucia Snape-Walker. It didn't help that she had a brother that was only a year younger then she that her parents had to fool with. Anne wasn't much of a problem yet but she would soon become one.
Mary woke up and found that she was on the couch with a blanket tucked around her. Her mother had sat a note on the coffee table.
Mary, I had to go to work but I saved you some breakfast, it's in the kitchen. I'll be back around 6:00; we'll go out to dinner. Ethan deiced to stay another night at Brian's and Grandma's going to keep Avian another night. Mary sighed, what was she going to do for the day? She was the only girl she knew that didn't get to go on a vacation. She padded to the kitchen and saw a plastic-wrapped plate of waffles on the table.
What could be said about Amaryllis Lilika Walker? She was short for her age, only just 5 ft. She had short, black hair and brown eyes. Mary was just turning 16. She was into the hippie, I-don't-really-care-how-I-look style.
"Do I want to get dressed and go out or do I want to stay around the house and watch TV?" she asked herself aloud. "Loaf about the house!" she answered. After breakfast she went into the living room and switched on the TV. "Nothing, nothing, nothing, damn it!" She switched it off. "I suppose I should practice," she chided. She pulled herself up and went over to her French Horn. Mid way through her practicing hour the phone rang. She got up and picked up the phone. "Hello, Walker-Snape residence."
"Hello Mary, this is Dr. Gault. Something's happened to your father," Mary's eyes widened and sat down.
"W-what is it?"
"He's, well, are you sitting down?"
"Yes," Mary answered.
"Mary, he's dead," the words stung so deeply that she nearly fainted.
"What do you mean he's dead?"
"He's, well we don't know what happened. All evidence points to murder but they don't know how."
"Have you called my mum yet?"
"We're trying to get a hold of her but we're not having any luck."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing, just stay there. I'm going to call someone to go over there to wait with you," Mary could only grunt before putting down the telephone deftly. It had to be some sort of sick joke. Her father couldn't be dead! He defiantly couldn't have been murdered! Who would want to? The time slipped by and she quite lost track of it. She jumped when she heard the doorbell. She rose and slowly stepped towards it. She looked through the key whole. It was Dr. Shpelling from the University. She let her in.
"Oh Mary!" she exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. "I'm so, so, so sorry." Mary didn't know what to do; she didn't know Dr. Shpelling very well at all. She was still stunned.
"Have you called my grandmother or Ethan at Brian's house?"
"W-what, oh, no. I think Dr. Gault's handling it."
"Maybe I should call," Mary needed to do something. She hoped it would take away from the extreme reality of the whole thing. She picked up the phone and dialed her grandmother. "Grandmum, d-d-do you know?" her lip was trembling so strongly that she could barely spit the words out.
"Oh Mary, Dr. Gault's just called me. I'm bring Avian right over," her Grandmother was obviously crying as well. "Don't worry dear, I've called Ethan though I've had very little success in finding your mum. Don't do anything rash dear, I'm going to be right over." Tears spilled down Mary's face. Her father was really dead, his own mother believed it.
"What did she say love?" Dr. Shpelling asked. Mary could only collapse on the floor. She didn't know what to do. A great fear swept over her. What if it was her mum too? What if the reason no one could contact her was because she had been murdered too? A while later Ethan came through the door. He spotted Mary on the floor and went over to her. Tearstains lined his usually pallid face. His usually neat chestnut hair was disheveled and his bright blue eyes were bloodshot.
"It's okay Mary, it'll be okay." Their Grandmother came in just as the phone rang. She let go of a sobbing Avian who stumbled to Mary and Ethan.
"Hello? Oh it's you Dr. Gault. Have you had any luck in finding Lucian?" There was a long pause in which Meira Walker became very pale. "What, oh God, you can't be serious. No, it can't be true," then she fell into a dead faint. The three siblings looked at their grandmother lying on the floor. Dr. Shpelling lifted the phone and brought it to her ear.
"Oh," was all she said before hanging up the phone. "Kids, they found your mum. The problem is, oh God, she's dead too. I don't know what to say." Mary looked up at the woman standing in front of her. She was breathing heavily. How could this be happening? Both of her parents dying in the same day; that was so cruel! In fact, that was too cruel.
"No, you're lying!" she bellowed. "You're lying you vicious hag," she shot at her but Ethan held her back. He pulled her into his arms and she cried into his shoulder. That's where she stayed until she drifted to sleep.
When she woke up she was in her bed upstairs. She hoped that this had been some nightmare, a figment of her imagination. She heard voices down stairs. She pulled on her bathrobe over her jeans and T-shirt. She walked to the banister and looked down. A strangely familiar, greasy-haired man along with a guy with long, white hair she didn't recognize stood talking to her grandmother. Her Aunt Elizabeth was there too. 'So it wasn't just a nightmare,' she thought miserably. She walked down the stairs hesitantly. Apparently Avian and Ethan were sleeping. They all turned upon hearing her on the stair.
"Oh come here Mary," her grandmother said in a strained, shaky voice. She obeyed and went into her grandmother's loving arms. Dr. Shpelling was absent and Mary immediately felt guilty for what she had said.
"Who are these people?" she asked, looking up at them. "Wait, you're the cousin guy!"
"Beg pardon," the greasy-haired man said. He had a sharp voice.
"You're the guy that came up to me in the store day before last. You asked who I was."
"Yes, I am."
"Mary, this is your Uncle. This is your mother's brother, Severus Snape. The man standing beside him is Albus Dumbledore."
"What are they doing here?"
"Well, that's what we were talking about," Dumbledore said in a kind voice. She looked up at him. "You see, the people who murdered your parents, well, we think they'll be after you and your brother and sister next. The only place you're going to be safe is with your Uncle. He's a teacher at the school at which I am headmaster."
"Why would they we safer with you then with me or Elizabeth?" Meira asked quickly.
"Well, I hesitate to explain. There really is no other way. Okay, this is going to come as a shock to you but Lucian was a witch. I am a wizard as is Severus."
"I knew that all ready," Meira said. "Continue."
"Wait," Severus held up his hand. "How do you know?"
"Lucy told me. It was a long time ago and she said she wanted to tell me something that she hadn't even told Hew."
"Do her kids know?"
"No," Mary said. "What do you mean, she's a witch?"
"She can do magic and you can too. You see, there's this really awful, powerful, evil wizard," Dumbledore explained Voldemort and Harry Potter and everything, leaving everyone in the room speechless (except Severus). "You see now why we must take Mary, Ethan, and Avian," he stopped and looked at them.
"Of course, it sounds like the only way," Meira breathed.
"Mother! They're complete strangers!" Elizabeth screeched, jumping to her feet. Severus looked at her with an annoyed expression on his face.
"Elizabeth, try to understand. They can't stay here. Look how easily this "Lord Voldemort" found Lucy and Hew! They weren't even on the same continent and he found and murdered them on the same day. I'd say that Mary, Ethan, and Anne are easy targets!"
"Do I get a say in this?" Mary asked heatedly.
"Mary, please listen to me," Severus turned to her. He had a pleading look in his eye. "Believe me, under normal circumstances you'd be better off with these people right here but no one wants to loose you or your siblings like they lost your parents, least of all me." Guilt was gnawing at his insides. It wasn't anything that Hewitt or Lucian had done that handed them their fate, it was all his fault. Voldemort was looking for a way to hurt him.
"So we'll be going to yo-your school? How soon?" She was about to cry. It was all so unfair. She'd just lost her parents and now she was about to be whisked away from all that was familiar with a guy who looked like he'd stuck his head in bacon grease and an old man who seemed to come straight from King Arthur's day. She too felt a weighing side of the adventurer in her.
"We'll have to leave immediately. The Death Eaters will be quick on your tails."
"What about keeping Aunt Elizabeth and Grandmum safe?"
"Don't worry about us right now," Meira answered. "You've got enough on your plate." The old woman had a look of resolution on her face. "And your Aunt Elizabeth will be fine," she put in. Elizabeth was looking sullenly forward. "Go knock up your brother and sister. I believe Anne is sleeping in Ethan's room. Need they bring anything?" she asked, turning toward Severus and Dumbledore.
"We have some things but it would be a good idea to bring some mementos from home and some cloths," Dumbledore answered. Mary nodded and alighted the stairs. Severus looked at her retreating back. She looked surprising like her mother. She could have passed for her twin. Severus had lost contact with his younger sister after she was married to Hew. She had abandoned the magical world, seeing that it was far too dangerous in which to raise a family.
Mary walked into Ethan's bedroom and saw him and Anne curled up on his bed. She shook them. "Don't ask questions," she whispered though she didn't know why. The window was growing dark by the approaching night. "Pack only what your really, really want. We're leaving." Ethan, obedient, loyal Ethan only nodded. He jumped up and began to pack his bag. He tossed in jeans, T-shirts, his favorite hat, his old teddy bear, and a poster of his favorite football team. Then, with tears in his eyes, he gingerly packed a family portrait that he kept on his desk.
Meanwhile Mary had pushed Anne into her room and was pushing things into the pink, ballerina bag. She packed some of the 5-year-old's favorite books, her stuffed ducky, her blanket, a few dresses, shoes, leggings, and T-shirts. She packed the silver-plated baby brush and hair ribbons. When she was done packing for the sobbing young girl she rushed to her room. She collected her notebook, her music composition book, books, a few choice articles of clothing, and finally, a picture of her mother and father in their younger days. A tear fell down her face. Rubbing the tear from her cheek she grabbed her CD case and CD player from the nightstand.
When she appeared at the top of the stairs she saw her brother and sister along with her Uncle, Dumbledore, Aunt, and Grandmother. "I'm ready," she said in a low voice.
"Alright, good, a bus is going to come and fetch us in a spot. Say your goodbyes quickly," Dumbledore said. They did and were about to go outside when Mary caught sight of her French Horn still sitting on the chair where she had sat it.
"Wait, could I bring my Horn?"
"Of course" Severus said quickly. He wanted them to be as happy as possible during their stay. He followed her and helped her pack it up. "It's beautiful," he said slowly. Lucian had played the same instrument.
"It was mum's but you know that right?" Severus nodded and took the black case from her. The 5 of them stepped into the cool night. Dumbledore held out his wand and a moment later a great, huge bus appeared. "WOW!" Ethan exclaimed. They shuffled onto the bus and drove away from all that was familiar, to a strange, and fantastical new beginning...
"Where've you been Mary?" Lucia asked from the couch.
"I just went to the store," Mary answered holding up the grocery bag in her hand. Her mother (Lucia) nodded.
"What did you get?"
"Just some coke and chocolate," Mary grinned broadly. "I thought it would be cool, since Dad's gone, along with Anne and Ethan, to have a girl's night out."
"Sound's good to me. Did you get a movie?"
"Yep, some sob, chick-flicky sort of movies."
"I'll order a pizza, we mine-as-well just make a night of it," Lucia got up and went over to the phone. She called and was put on hold.
"You calling Dave's?" She nodded looking at her daughter.
"Did you meet anyone at the market?"
"Yeah, this old-ish guy he-" her mother cut her off with a gesture.
"Hello, I'd like a medium mushroom delivered to 18 Iris St. Bristol." Lucia hung up the phone after the drugged out teen on the other end told her the pizza would be there in "like 15 or 45 minutes."
"Who was it?"
"Who?"
"Don't be smart with me Amaryllis Lilika Walker!" she said with a warning look.
"Okay, he just came up to me and asked who I was?"
"Should I call someone?"
"No, he said in a kind of "I'm your long-lost cousin thrice removed" type of way."
"Did you tell him?"
"Bloody hell mum!"
"Don't use that language with me!"
"No, mum, I certainly didn't tell him. That's just off. No, he just said that I looked familiar and asked who my mother was. Lucky for me, Danny came up behind me and escorted me out."
"Good, I knew that boy would be good for something. What did he look like?"
"Well, I thought you'd know what Danny looked like by now!" she exclaimed. After receiving a nasty look from her mother she continued. "He was tall and had greasy long hair and was wearing all black. He was a weird bloke he was."
"Did you get his name?"
"I didn't want to stay long with him did I?" she cried "Why would I prolong our meeting if he was weirding me off!"
"True, still, it's just odd. I don't think I want you out and about with strange people like that. You know, I don't want you running into any of my patients."
"MUM! I don't want to hear another word. I am fine, see, still standing. Look, if I see one of your patients walking down the road I'll turn my tail and run for home!"
"Let's not talk about this right now Mary, you're just projecting," Mary gave her mother a withering look but fell silent. "Go wash up for dinner love." She followed directions and went to wash her hands. When she got down Lucia was just paying for the pizza.
"So let's start the movie," Mary said excitedly. It wasn't very often that her father had to go out of town leaving the house and even less often was the house rid of the mutants that were her siblings. Dr. Hewitt Walker was a history professor and was now lecturing in America for a week. Mary's life was strange seeing as her father was always talking to her about grades and her mother was trying to counsel her. Her mother was also Doctor. She was the famous physiologist: Dr. Lucia Snape-Walker. It didn't help that she had a brother that was only a year younger then she that her parents had to fool with. Anne wasn't much of a problem yet but she would soon become one.
Mary woke up and found that she was on the couch with a blanket tucked around her. Her mother had sat a note on the coffee table.
Mary, I had to go to work but I saved you some breakfast, it's in the kitchen. I'll be back around 6:00; we'll go out to dinner. Ethan deiced to stay another night at Brian's and Grandma's going to keep Avian another night. Mary sighed, what was she going to do for the day? She was the only girl she knew that didn't get to go on a vacation. She padded to the kitchen and saw a plastic-wrapped plate of waffles on the table.
What could be said about Amaryllis Lilika Walker? She was short for her age, only just 5 ft. She had short, black hair and brown eyes. Mary was just turning 16. She was into the hippie, I-don't-really-care-how-I-look style.
"Do I want to get dressed and go out or do I want to stay around the house and watch TV?" she asked herself aloud. "Loaf about the house!" she answered. After breakfast she went into the living room and switched on the TV. "Nothing, nothing, nothing, damn it!" She switched it off. "I suppose I should practice," she chided. She pulled herself up and went over to her French Horn. Mid way through her practicing hour the phone rang. She got up and picked up the phone. "Hello, Walker-Snape residence."
"Hello Mary, this is Dr. Gault. Something's happened to your father," Mary's eyes widened and sat down.
"W-what is it?"
"He's, well, are you sitting down?"
"Yes," Mary answered.
"Mary, he's dead," the words stung so deeply that she nearly fainted.
"What do you mean he's dead?"
"He's, well we don't know what happened. All evidence points to murder but they don't know how."
"Have you called my mum yet?"
"We're trying to get a hold of her but we're not having any luck."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing, just stay there. I'm going to call someone to go over there to wait with you," Mary could only grunt before putting down the telephone deftly. It had to be some sort of sick joke. Her father couldn't be dead! He defiantly couldn't have been murdered! Who would want to? The time slipped by and she quite lost track of it. She jumped when she heard the doorbell. She rose and slowly stepped towards it. She looked through the key whole. It was Dr. Shpelling from the University. She let her in.
"Oh Mary!" she exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. "I'm so, so, so sorry." Mary didn't know what to do; she didn't know Dr. Shpelling very well at all. She was still stunned.
"Have you called my grandmother or Ethan at Brian's house?"
"W-what, oh, no. I think Dr. Gault's handling it."
"Maybe I should call," Mary needed to do something. She hoped it would take away from the extreme reality of the whole thing. She picked up the phone and dialed her grandmother. "Grandmum, d-d-do you know?" her lip was trembling so strongly that she could barely spit the words out.
"Oh Mary, Dr. Gault's just called me. I'm bring Avian right over," her Grandmother was obviously crying as well. "Don't worry dear, I've called Ethan though I've had very little success in finding your mum. Don't do anything rash dear, I'm going to be right over." Tears spilled down Mary's face. Her father was really dead, his own mother believed it.
"What did she say love?" Dr. Shpelling asked. Mary could only collapse on the floor. She didn't know what to do. A great fear swept over her. What if it was her mum too? What if the reason no one could contact her was because she had been murdered too? A while later Ethan came through the door. He spotted Mary on the floor and went over to her. Tearstains lined his usually pallid face. His usually neat chestnut hair was disheveled and his bright blue eyes were bloodshot.
"It's okay Mary, it'll be okay." Their Grandmother came in just as the phone rang. She let go of a sobbing Avian who stumbled to Mary and Ethan.
"Hello? Oh it's you Dr. Gault. Have you had any luck in finding Lucian?" There was a long pause in which Meira Walker became very pale. "What, oh God, you can't be serious. No, it can't be true," then she fell into a dead faint. The three siblings looked at their grandmother lying on the floor. Dr. Shpelling lifted the phone and brought it to her ear.
"Oh," was all she said before hanging up the phone. "Kids, they found your mum. The problem is, oh God, she's dead too. I don't know what to say." Mary looked up at the woman standing in front of her. She was breathing heavily. How could this be happening? Both of her parents dying in the same day; that was so cruel! In fact, that was too cruel.
"No, you're lying!" she bellowed. "You're lying you vicious hag," she shot at her but Ethan held her back. He pulled her into his arms and she cried into his shoulder. That's where she stayed until she drifted to sleep.
When she woke up she was in her bed upstairs. She hoped that this had been some nightmare, a figment of her imagination. She heard voices down stairs. She pulled on her bathrobe over her jeans and T-shirt. She walked to the banister and looked down. A strangely familiar, greasy-haired man along with a guy with long, white hair she didn't recognize stood talking to her grandmother. Her Aunt Elizabeth was there too. 'So it wasn't just a nightmare,' she thought miserably. She walked down the stairs hesitantly. Apparently Avian and Ethan were sleeping. They all turned upon hearing her on the stair.
"Oh come here Mary," her grandmother said in a strained, shaky voice. She obeyed and went into her grandmother's loving arms. Dr. Shpelling was absent and Mary immediately felt guilty for what she had said.
"Who are these people?" she asked, looking up at them. "Wait, you're the cousin guy!"
"Beg pardon," the greasy-haired man said. He had a sharp voice.
"You're the guy that came up to me in the store day before last. You asked who I was."
"Yes, I am."
"Mary, this is your Uncle. This is your mother's brother, Severus Snape. The man standing beside him is Albus Dumbledore."
"What are they doing here?"
"Well, that's what we were talking about," Dumbledore said in a kind voice. She looked up at him. "You see, the people who murdered your parents, well, we think they'll be after you and your brother and sister next. The only place you're going to be safe is with your Uncle. He's a teacher at the school at which I am headmaster."
"Why would they we safer with you then with me or Elizabeth?" Meira asked quickly.
"Well, I hesitate to explain. There really is no other way. Okay, this is going to come as a shock to you but Lucian was a witch. I am a wizard as is Severus."
"I knew that all ready," Meira said. "Continue."
"Wait," Severus held up his hand. "How do you know?"
"Lucy told me. It was a long time ago and she said she wanted to tell me something that she hadn't even told Hew."
"Do her kids know?"
"No," Mary said. "What do you mean, she's a witch?"
"She can do magic and you can too. You see, there's this really awful, powerful, evil wizard," Dumbledore explained Voldemort and Harry Potter and everything, leaving everyone in the room speechless (except Severus). "You see now why we must take Mary, Ethan, and Avian," he stopped and looked at them.
"Of course, it sounds like the only way," Meira breathed.
"Mother! They're complete strangers!" Elizabeth screeched, jumping to her feet. Severus looked at her with an annoyed expression on his face.
"Elizabeth, try to understand. They can't stay here. Look how easily this "Lord Voldemort" found Lucy and Hew! They weren't even on the same continent and he found and murdered them on the same day. I'd say that Mary, Ethan, and Anne are easy targets!"
"Do I get a say in this?" Mary asked heatedly.
"Mary, please listen to me," Severus turned to her. He had a pleading look in his eye. "Believe me, under normal circumstances you'd be better off with these people right here but no one wants to loose you or your siblings like they lost your parents, least of all me." Guilt was gnawing at his insides. It wasn't anything that Hewitt or Lucian had done that handed them their fate, it was all his fault. Voldemort was looking for a way to hurt him.
"So we'll be going to yo-your school? How soon?" She was about to cry. It was all so unfair. She'd just lost her parents and now she was about to be whisked away from all that was familiar with a guy who looked like he'd stuck his head in bacon grease and an old man who seemed to come straight from King Arthur's day. She too felt a weighing side of the adventurer in her.
"We'll have to leave immediately. The Death Eaters will be quick on your tails."
"What about keeping Aunt Elizabeth and Grandmum safe?"
"Don't worry about us right now," Meira answered. "You've got enough on your plate." The old woman had a look of resolution on her face. "And your Aunt Elizabeth will be fine," she put in. Elizabeth was looking sullenly forward. "Go knock up your brother and sister. I believe Anne is sleeping in Ethan's room. Need they bring anything?" she asked, turning toward Severus and Dumbledore.
"We have some things but it would be a good idea to bring some mementos from home and some cloths," Dumbledore answered. Mary nodded and alighted the stairs. Severus looked at her retreating back. She looked surprising like her mother. She could have passed for her twin. Severus had lost contact with his younger sister after she was married to Hew. She had abandoned the magical world, seeing that it was far too dangerous in which to raise a family.
Mary walked into Ethan's bedroom and saw him and Anne curled up on his bed. She shook them. "Don't ask questions," she whispered though she didn't know why. The window was growing dark by the approaching night. "Pack only what your really, really want. We're leaving." Ethan, obedient, loyal Ethan only nodded. He jumped up and began to pack his bag. He tossed in jeans, T-shirts, his favorite hat, his old teddy bear, and a poster of his favorite football team. Then, with tears in his eyes, he gingerly packed a family portrait that he kept on his desk.
Meanwhile Mary had pushed Anne into her room and was pushing things into the pink, ballerina bag. She packed some of the 5-year-old's favorite books, her stuffed ducky, her blanket, a few dresses, shoes, leggings, and T-shirts. She packed the silver-plated baby brush and hair ribbons. When she was done packing for the sobbing young girl she rushed to her room. She collected her notebook, her music composition book, books, a few choice articles of clothing, and finally, a picture of her mother and father in their younger days. A tear fell down her face. Rubbing the tear from her cheek she grabbed her CD case and CD player from the nightstand.
When she appeared at the top of the stairs she saw her brother and sister along with her Uncle, Dumbledore, Aunt, and Grandmother. "I'm ready," she said in a low voice.
"Alright, good, a bus is going to come and fetch us in a spot. Say your goodbyes quickly," Dumbledore said. They did and were about to go outside when Mary caught sight of her French Horn still sitting on the chair where she had sat it.
"Wait, could I bring my Horn?"
"Of course" Severus said quickly. He wanted them to be as happy as possible during their stay. He followed her and helped her pack it up. "It's beautiful," he said slowly. Lucian had played the same instrument.
"It was mum's but you know that right?" Severus nodded and took the black case from her. The 5 of them stepped into the cool night. Dumbledore held out his wand and a moment later a great, huge bus appeared. "WOW!" Ethan exclaimed. They shuffled onto the bus and drove away from all that was familiar, to a strange, and fantastical new beginning...