Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The only thing I own is the plot, any OC's you will be introduced to throughout the story, and on occasion Draco Malfoy and Fred Weasley ;).
"We're what!?" I cried, as I shot up from sitting down on my favourite couch.
"I know this is a shock Nova, but it's for the best. We have to do something, otherwise we lose you, Jazmin, Justin and Colette, and that is something we don't want Nova. He wants us to move to London, and that's what we have to do." My father explained, as my mother was sitting next to him, her hands underneath his, and resting on his legs.
You see, my father and my mother were followers of the Dark Lord. They were Death-Eaters. And whatever He says, goes. And if that meant moving from sunny Australia to dreary, overcast London, then so be it.
"I can't believe this! You want me to LEAVE Savora's and go to Hogwarts? You're ruining my life! I am NEVER talking to you again!" I was being irrational, that I knew, but they couldn't do this! I was almost halfway through my fifth year at Savora's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the sister school of Hogwarts in London. I stormed up the stairs to my room, and slammed the door shut.
Maybe. Just maybe, I might make new friends. Maybe I might make the Quidditch Team of the house I was going to be put it. Maybe, just maybe I would fall in love, and break free of the arranged marriages that were sure to come with being a Death-Eater. It was only a matter of time.
I am so sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Nova Silverman, and along with my elder sister, Jazmin and her twin brother Justin, we were getting transferred to Hogwarts, where we would find that there is such thing as romance between good and bad, and that not all spells are easy to conjure. This, this is out story.