Erica is not the usual eleven year old who is in love with the "fictional" world of Harry Potter, and you will see what I mean at the end of this chapter.
Chapter one: What a dream!
What a cold night. I pierce out from under the crib to see why it's so cold. The ROOF is GONE! I look into the crib to alert… MY BROTHER is GONE TOO! I'd probly be calling his name if I weren't only one year old. I lift my head and prepare to scream, but was interrupted by a pair of familiar eyes.
Serious Black lifted me into the air as if I were a… never mind. I am a child. But this position is still uncomfortable. When we get to the door, he finally puts me in a hook but, from the look in his eyes, it was to keep me from seeing something.
We walk outside and down the street. As we walked I started to gain realization on what just happened. That's why mummy hid me under the crib. She knew someone was coming and had to save her little angel. Even though it meant losing her life. She didn't have enough time to save Harry.
And now I'm an only child and an orphan. The only question I have left was answered when Serious and I reached our final destination, the orphanage. Serious handed me over to the lady told her something and walked away. I wanted to scream to him. To tell him not to leave. Only I couldn't. The lump in my throat suggests that I'm going to cry and I do.