A/N: Hi! It's Melissa once again! I had this idea (That I think is brilliant.), and I couldn't resist but write it, I still plan on finishing One Wave, the updates might just take a bit longer, so I'm sorry if anyone was really excited about that book. Oops. Anyway, please comment, and enjoy!
"DAD!" I screamed, my voice cracking with hysteria, I drew my wand out from my worn shirt. The waves crashed against our boat in a frenzy, as the wind whipped us around. My hand was gripping the rail so hard my knuckles had turned white.
"Stay Below." I told him. I could see them coming, they road broomsticks, knowing it would be impossible to apparate here. If only I had thought to bring my own. I began muttering all of the shielding spells I knew under my breath, trying to keep the boat safe.
I watched as light domes formed over the boat. I kept up at it, until I was sure I'd have at least a minute to go down below and grab the button. The button that would hopefully save me.
I ran down below and grabbed it. It was brown and looked a bit like a pendant for a necklace, but it wasn't a necklace, it was something much greater. I climbed up ladder just in time to see the first death eater to break through my defenses. I pressed the button.
"I need help. I'm in the celtic sea. I am sending a distress signal now. Bring your brooms." I said in a rush releasing the button, and letting the pendant fall to the deck. I with drew my wand, and shivered. I had been preparing to go to bed, I was wearing short shorts, and a worn t-shirt that covered my shorts making it seem like I wasn't wearing pants.
At least I was wearing a bra, and my hair was in a ponytail so I could see. I wished I would have brought a life vest out too, I thought, right before the first death eater landed on our boat.
He didn't waste time sending a crucio at me. I ducked and jumped up on the deck, out of the cockpit. I knew this boat better then they ever would. Most of them had trouble standing up straight as the boat dipped and dived, the waves making it hard to stand.
But I had grown up on this boat, my bare tan feet stood firmly planted on the deck, while the Death Eater's lost their footing, making fools of themselves.
It was their weakness, they were to focused on not being thrown off the boat or puking, they were not paying attention to me. I got a few stupefy's in before they finally realized their mistakes.
3 Death Eaters laid in the cockpit. 4 came straight at me on their brooms. 7 people came to take me out, I almost gave up hope. Those other three had been luck, I may be great at Charms and DADA, but I wasn't this good. I was going to be in my sixth year in three months. I wasn't nearly as skilled as the Death Eaters that were out to get me.
I barely had time to fear though because One Death Eater went flying off his broom, and splatted, his blood spraying on me, on the deck.
I watched as people, who I didn't even know fired at the Death Eaters. The Death Eaters all fell, one by one, some landing on the boat, others in the raging waters, but soon there were no more black cloaks flying in the sky like ghosts coming to haunt me.
I watched as one of the people came flying down to me. He looked tired, and worn, but he still pulled a smile on his face.
"Mr. Potter." He extended his hand, I took it, and shook it.
"Evelyn Kennard." I breathed, sounding more collected then I felt.
"I am going to apparate you to my home-" He began in a buisness like tone.
"My dad, he's down below, I can't leave him." I told the man in a rushed and panicked tone.
"You have to, It'll be safer for both of you." Mr. Potter told me regretfully.
"No. I'll move, change my name. I don't care, he's my dad. I'm not leaving him." I put my foot down. Mr. Potter sighed.
"The only way to keep you two together is if you stop attending Hogwarts, hand your wand into the ministry, and living in the country side, with a different name, and without any contact to anyone. Are you willing to do that?" Mr. Potter demanded. I looked at my feet questioning the idea.
"The Death Eater's will win. This is what they want, they want perfectly capable witches and wizards like yourself to be afraid, and give up your magical talent." Mr. Potter told me.
"He's my father." I said, my voice broken, and upset.
"We'll keep him safe, and when this war is over, you can reunite." Mr. Potter reassured me.
"You promise?" I asked him, looking up from my bare feet and up at Mr. Potter.
"Yes. I promise." Mr. Potter told me.
"Where would I stay?" I asked.
"My house." Mr. Potter said.
"Thank you." I told him.
"You're welcome. Do you need to pack anything?" Mr. Potter asked, I nodded. He let me be, as I climbed down the ladder. I stared at my father who was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. He looked a lot older, and more tired. Like twenty years had passed in the last twenty minutes, from the time I brushed my teeth, while he organized the charts, to when I had walked down here.
"I heard what you said." My Dad stated, and I rushed over to him.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered into his shirt.
"It's alright." He sighed, tickling my head.
"I'm gonna miss you." I sniffled.
"I'll miss you too." He sighed.
"Promise me-" He had to take a deep breath when he pulled away from our hug, to stop himself from crying.
"Promise me you won't let them win. Promise me you'll prove everyone wrong, and be- be better than those stupid pure bloods, because you are, in here." He patted his heart, and his inspiring words, made another wave of tears fall from my eyes.
"I will Dad." I sobbed.
"No pack up. I have to get back home, and catch a flight to Australia." My father laughed.
"Okay." I nodded. I went into my cabin, the one I never slept in, as I always slept outside. I packed my record player, my mother's wedding ring, my school trunk, my broom, and my muggle clothes. I didn't have any shoes that weren't in my trunk.
I charmed it to be lighter, figuring I was already in enough trouble for creating a bunch of shields to surround the boat, and then stunning a bunch of death Eaters. I carried it all up on deck, where the night cloaked everything. The only reason I was able to maneuver the boat was because I used to live on this boat, year round.
I knew I smelt like the ocean, salt coating my skin, and turning my blonde hair stringy and my skin tan and freckled, but I didn't mind. I grabbed Mr. Potter's hand tightly as he apparated us far away. Far from the calming ocean, and far from the boat that I grew up on. Far from my father and far from my life. Far from my past.
But close to my Future. Close to my hope, and close to safety. Close to a place that will turn my life upside down once more, to the place where my story starts, the one that people want to listen to.
The one that changes everything, and turns it into something far from the original story.