Fortuna Magika
Author's Note/Disclaimer: Okay, I do not own the idea of magic the way J.K. Rowling has described it. I don't own Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and other professors that you are familiar with. I do own Annis (Anne-eese), Aunt Margaret, Michelle Allison, and everything that isn't recognizable to you. Now, past the boring stuff and on to my ranting! Please review honestly, I want to know how good (or bad, most likely) I am. Thank you!
Prologue: The Awful Past
Surrey, 1934
Annis Johnsen was never much of an active girl. She could always be seen on the sofa in her Aunt Margaret's house, reading one book or another. Always quiet, Annis was. That was because she had a horrible past behind her. Very horrible.
You see, Annis was only a small girl when her parents died. It was so sudden, so quick, Annis can't believe it was reality. However no matter how unbelievable the story was, Annis remembered it crystal clear. It was a dark and stormy night, one that Annis would always remember. She was sleeping soundly in her bed, warm and safe, and knew nothing of any danger. Then suddenly, there were two horrible screams. The ground shaking cry of her father and the high shriek of her mother. Annis had jumped out of bed to see what was going on. But she never thought she would see what her laid before her eyes.
Her parents, who were always carefree and loving, were crumpled on the bed, their eyes wide with fear and their faces coated with shock. Annis screamed herself and fainted. It was only luck when Aunt Margaret found them in Annis' parents' bedroom on one of her daily visits. Later that day, Annis had found out that her parents were dead. Dead. How could her wonderful parents, who cared for her those few great years, suddently be ripped from her? Annis couldn't believe it. Maybe it was a dream, she had thought, maybe it would end if she woke up. Annis had done everything: splash water on her face, pinch herself, even shook her head until she had a headache. Nothing worked. It was real. It was impossible. But it was real.
Chapter One: Her Birthday
Surrey, June 17, 1938
Annis sat on the sofa, reading Treasure Island. Her 11th birthday was nearing soon, on the 20th, to be exact. But it didn't matter to her. Nothing did. Ever since her parents died, she had to live with her Aunt Margaret, a secretive and strict woman. It was true that Aunt Margaret was younger than Annis' mother, but it seemed like Aunt
Margaret was her grandmother. That was nonsense, of course. Being secretive was her nature. Annis was used to it, though sometimes it was as if she was hiding something from Annis. It felt strange.
As Annis continued reading Treasure Island, she thought about her parents. About when they died. She was only 7 when it happened, and she couldn't even remember much. But one thing was clear - her parents did not die normally. There was something about it that tweaked her, like maybe they were killed, but just not....just not the way a person is usually murdered. What could have happened?, she thought to herself.
Just then Annis was shaken out of her dreaming when Aunt Margaret came home.
''Come now, Annis! Your birthday is just shy of a few days! You should be up instead of lounging like a potato! Now, up up up!" Aunt Margaret cried out, smiling and setting the groceries down. Annis also thought Aunt Margaret to be pushy and outspoken, too.
Irritated at her aunt's insistance, she replied, "Please, Aunt Margaret, I am merely turning eleven years old. That is hardly anything to be excited about. What could possibly happen to me that would be delightful and surprising?" How very wrong Annis turned out to be.
Three days later, Annis was sitting at the dining table, a birthday cake in front of her and a sullen expression on her face. Aunt Margaret seemed to be smiling, although Annis could tell it was fake. It was like Aunt Margaret was afraid of something.
"Dear Auntie," Annis started to say, "I'm flattered that you decided to get me a cake and even bought me a present," she gestured at the beautiful jewelry box Aunt Margaret had given her, "but all of this is quite unnecessary. It's merely eleven years old, nothing special, really. So I will make you happy and follow your wishes, then go check the mail." Annis made a face and blew out the candles on the cake.
"But Annis honey, you might be surprised on what could hap--"Aunt Margaret started, but Annis was already out the door and heading for the mailbox.
Out in the sunny lawn, Annis frowned. What a glorious happy day filled with joy, she thought sarcastically, as she trudged on to the dull looking mailbox. She opened the mailbox and pulled out the envelopes. As Annis shut the lid she flipped through the mail. Bills, bills, letter to Aunt Margaret, bills, bills, a letter to me? She raised an eyebrow as she saw the thick envelope, emerald green letters glittering her name and address on the yellowish parchment. However, as she glanced around at the envelope front, she noticed that there was no stamp. No stamp?, she wondered as she walked back more gingerly to the house, impossible, no letter can be sent without a stamp. Or can it?
Please review!
Author's Note/Disclaimer: Okay, I do not own the idea of magic the way J.K. Rowling has described it. I don't own Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and other professors that you are familiar with. I do own Annis (Anne-eese), Aunt Margaret, Michelle Allison, and everything that isn't recognizable to you. Now, past the boring stuff and on to my ranting! Please review honestly, I want to know how good (or bad, most likely) I am. Thank you!
Prologue: The Awful Past
Surrey, 1934
Annis Johnsen was never much of an active girl. She could always be seen on the sofa in her Aunt Margaret's house, reading one book or another. Always quiet, Annis was. That was because she had a horrible past behind her. Very horrible.
You see, Annis was only a small girl when her parents died. It was so sudden, so quick, Annis can't believe it was reality. However no matter how unbelievable the story was, Annis remembered it crystal clear. It was a dark and stormy night, one that Annis would always remember. She was sleeping soundly in her bed, warm and safe, and knew nothing of any danger. Then suddenly, there were two horrible screams. The ground shaking cry of her father and the high shriek of her mother. Annis had jumped out of bed to see what was going on. But she never thought she would see what her laid before her eyes.
Her parents, who were always carefree and loving, were crumpled on the bed, their eyes wide with fear and their faces coated with shock. Annis screamed herself and fainted. It was only luck when Aunt Margaret found them in Annis' parents' bedroom on one of her daily visits. Later that day, Annis had found out that her parents were dead. Dead. How could her wonderful parents, who cared for her those few great years, suddently be ripped from her? Annis couldn't believe it. Maybe it was a dream, she had thought, maybe it would end if she woke up. Annis had done everything: splash water on her face, pinch herself, even shook her head until she had a headache. Nothing worked. It was real. It was impossible. But it was real.
Chapter One: Her Birthday
Surrey, June 17, 1938
Annis sat on the sofa, reading Treasure Island. Her 11th birthday was nearing soon, on the 20th, to be exact. But it didn't matter to her. Nothing did. Ever since her parents died, she had to live with her Aunt Margaret, a secretive and strict woman. It was true that Aunt Margaret was younger than Annis' mother, but it seemed like Aunt
Margaret was her grandmother. That was nonsense, of course. Being secretive was her nature. Annis was used to it, though sometimes it was as if she was hiding something from Annis. It felt strange.
As Annis continued reading Treasure Island, she thought about her parents. About when they died. She was only 7 when it happened, and she couldn't even remember much. But one thing was clear - her parents did not die normally. There was something about it that tweaked her, like maybe they were killed, but just not....just not the way a person is usually murdered. What could have happened?, she thought to herself.
Just then Annis was shaken out of her dreaming when Aunt Margaret came home.
''Come now, Annis! Your birthday is just shy of a few days! You should be up instead of lounging like a potato! Now, up up up!" Aunt Margaret cried out, smiling and setting the groceries down. Annis also thought Aunt Margaret to be pushy and outspoken, too.
Irritated at her aunt's insistance, she replied, "Please, Aunt Margaret, I am merely turning eleven years old. That is hardly anything to be excited about. What could possibly happen to me that would be delightful and surprising?" How very wrong Annis turned out to be.
Three days later, Annis was sitting at the dining table, a birthday cake in front of her and a sullen expression on her face. Aunt Margaret seemed to be smiling, although Annis could tell it was fake. It was like Aunt Margaret was afraid of something.
"Dear Auntie," Annis started to say, "I'm flattered that you decided to get me a cake and even bought me a present," she gestured at the beautiful jewelry box Aunt Margaret had given her, "but all of this is quite unnecessary. It's merely eleven years old, nothing special, really. So I will make you happy and follow your wishes, then go check the mail." Annis made a face and blew out the candles on the cake.
"But Annis honey, you might be surprised on what could hap--"Aunt Margaret started, but Annis was already out the door and heading for the mailbox.
Out in the sunny lawn, Annis frowned. What a glorious happy day filled with joy, she thought sarcastically, as she trudged on to the dull looking mailbox. She opened the mailbox and pulled out the envelopes. As Annis shut the lid she flipped through the mail. Bills, bills, letter to Aunt Margaret, bills, bills, a letter to me? She raised an eyebrow as she saw the thick envelope, emerald green letters glittering her name and address on the yellowish parchment. However, as she glanced around at the envelope front, she noticed that there was no stamp. No stamp?, she wondered as she walked back more gingerly to the house, impossible, no letter can be sent without a stamp. Or can it?
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