Mudblood
Chapter 1: Fleeing
This night was different from the rest; it was a humid summer's night, but instead of sleeping, Rebecca was packing the few possessions she had into her school back pack. The only things she packed (and owned) were a change of clothes, her favorite book (the city of bones), a note pad, pen and a pair of sneakers. Once she slung the bag onto her shoulder, wincing because of the scars on her back she opened her widow, carefully climbed down the tree in front of her window and ran. Ran as if there was nothing else was stopping her, ignoring the searing pain in her leg, and the warm trickle coming from an open wound in her leg. All she wanted was to get as far away as she could from the man who killed her dad and blamed it on her adoptive dad, who was now in prison. After an hour of running non- stop, she collapsed on the ground, the last thing she saw was a girl around her age with bushy brown hair looking down at her.
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When Rebecca started to stir she heard a muttering from across the room, a man and a woman. They stopped talking suddenly, and she heard a set of footsteps becoming louder every second.
"Two letters. One for me, Hermione Jean Granger, and one, I presume, for her. Rebecca Adelaide Pym." Said a young girl's voice. Rebecca slowly started to open her eyes, it was difficult and she was presumed she'd been out cold for the past few days. She tried to sit up but realized that she didn't have the energy, to move.
"Darling!" said a motherly voice from across the room; she heard a rush of feet moving toward me. "Darling, lie down, you've been asleep since yesterday." She finally gave up trying to move and relaxed on the soft pillows.
"Where am I?" Rebecca whispered, she couldn't speak very well, since she ran to wherever she was and hadn't used her voice in a day.
"We're in Manchester, well just outside of." The woman responded. She had wavy brown hair and green eyes.
"What happened to you." Said a male voice from across the room, he came into view, he looked kind and he had brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"I ran I way from home, no. I ran away from a shithole."
"Why?" a small girl asked, appearing at the man's elbow.
"Because the man that killed my dad and blamed it on my dad abused me. My dad's are now dead and in prison." She spoke without emotion, used to telling the story by now.
OoOo three days later oOoO
Mwah, ha, ha you shall not know what happens… who are hr dad's? Who is the family that finds her? You shall only know if I continue posting…
Goodbye!