Thanks to xFroggyFernyCabbagex for being my beta reader. I hope all of you enjoy it as much as she does.
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Chapter 1: Goodbye America
Rolling the wand in her hands she took a shaky step forward, her flapper dress rustling in the breeze as she approached the figures that had just apparated in front of her. The silver sequins on her dress shimmering in the moonlight of the alleyway. Looking around her short bobbed hair whipped onto her face, sputtering at the few strands of hair that entered her mouth.
"The Ministry wishes to speak with you," the two wizards spoke in unison, taking a gulp she gripped her wand tighter at the sight of two aurors standing before her.
"W-Why? I haven't done anything," they took two steps forward, her heels clacked on the cobblestone as she backed farther away from them.
"Viola Creede, you are hereby under arrest for the suspicion of harboring the United States highest dark wizard within your home," she scoffed and put her wand away. Glaring at the two wizards before her, she saw them become puzzled.
"That is a mistake, I'm sorry for any rumors that they might have told you," she turned to leave flinching when a cold wet rain drop hit her nose.
"We will always watch your family," they stepped forward and her wand was out again, the light of the green magic at the tip of the wand illuminating her face.
"Yes, but we will always be watching you," slowly pointing at the two wizards she smirked.
"Avada Kedevra," the green light shot out at the two wizards, engulfing their bodies, they slump to the ground. Cocking her head to the side she smiles, "Pity they didn't figure it out quick enough."
Pointing again at the two bodies she thinks for a minute, "Incendio"
Fire erupts and the image fades; sputtering to the surface out of the pensive she looked around slightly startled at the image of someone she had no recollection of. Taking deep breathes to calm her fast beating heart her surroundings became clear, she was within the confines of her mother's study, the pensive having been handed down from generation to generation was something not to be meddled with.
"Elizabeth," abruptly turning to her mother she bowed her head, not daring to make eye contact with her mother.
"Mommy I didn't mean to," the twelve year old girl only peeked up towards the sympathetic face of her mother, the older woman bent down and brushed a couple tears that fell from the little girl's eyes.
"Elizabeth... I know you got curious but please, don't look into the pensive ever again, now go finish packing," Elizabeth nodded her curly auburn hair bouncing energetically, the little girl was moving in with her father in London the following week. He wished for her to go to a school there and to hopefully let her have an escape form the cynical looks of the people surrounding her in the United States.
Her small frame bounded up the steps and towards the old doors of her room, giving the hallway a glance until she opened the door. Sighing when she entered her room once more she looked around at the familiar interior, fingering a cloak on her bed that was sent from her father and she bit her lip. A small figurine on a broom zoomed past her ear, looking up she smiled at the small quidditch player from the holyhead harpies.
"Gwenny anything new from Paulie?" she blushed, Paul Everforth was her childhood friend and he had a quidditch player that would send messages to her's and she would get them, his was from the Stormwell Stormers. Her little figurine of Th. 1953 Quidditch captain shook her head and dismounted and pointed towards the little box that was still on her dresser.
"You really want to come? You can't fly that far..." the little player sat down on the bed post and just waited. The little girl sighed and folded the rest of her clothes into one of the two trunks she had opened. The walls were already bear of all the posters of famous authors and witches she loved and all of her books had been packed between blankets in the bottom of one of the trunks.
"Liz you are leaving?" appearing behind her was Paulie, his sandy blonde hair hanging in his eyes and his cheeks flushed. She nodded and shuffled her feet biting her lip, in his hands was a little box much like the one on the nightstand. Closing his eyes he sticks the box straight out and is stiff.
"I want you to have him!" she blinked surprised at his offering.
"Paulie I can't! He's your player!" he shook his head violently and she saw a shimmer of a tear and he thrust the box into her hands, looking down at it she felt him hug her.
"I-I don't want Gwen to get lonely... And when you are in London you can always remember me everyday!" smiling she set down the box next to hers and hugged him back tightly.
"Paulie... Will you help me pack?" looking up she saw the small boy nod and she smiled, he turned and opened the little box and his player came out huffing from the climb.
He picked up a bundle of her clothes and put them in the trunk with all of her other clothing items, a little book dropped on the floor and bending down he saw that it was a small diary looking up at Elizabeth he thought that he should take a peek.
"Don't think about it Paulie..." she came over and grabbed it flat out of his hands he frowned and she just laughed and opened another drawer full of random things, a box lay in there.
"Oh! Liz you have to bring your chess set! You are so good just like at Quid," she rolled her eyes and put the box next to the two quidditch players. Quid was what the small players were used for, since Quidditch is highly difficult to play in the USA so a smaller game was invented with enchanted figurines. They were extremely rare to have for only one of each player was ever made and Gwendolyn Morgan was currently floating next to Alexander Clearwater.
"I'm not that good Paulie... I think people over there will be much better then I ever was, and besides it's not going to be like St. Anne's School of Magical Artistry. I'm going to Hogwarts, Paulie," he blinked at her comment and Elizabeth sighed and sat down on her now blank mattress pulling out a rumbled letter from within her satchel that hung on one of the bed posts.
"You mean... You are going to go there?" he frowned at the comment, he was hoping that she was going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
"Yes, my daddy thinks that I would like it there more then an all girls' school in France..." she fiddled with her shirt and he sat down next to her, "I also have to get a wand..."
"A wand? But... But..." he gave another frown, most students at St. Anne's were given wands to use at school but also learned non-wand spells, "I want a wand..."
Awkwardness set in as the two friends realized this was the last time they would see eachother, looking up at her shelf she saw two pictures one of them was of the two on their first broomsticks, and the other at their first day in school as they laughed and hugged, she pulled them down and showed them to Paulie.
"Pick one!" she smiled and he picked the one from school, "There, now you can see me everyday."
"honey?" her mother was at the door and with a flick of her wrist her mother finished all the packing except for two books, the Quid players and the wizard chess box, "it's time to go to Diagon Alley."
Looking over at Paulie she had the two Quid players enter their box's and put them in her satchel along with the Chess pieces and books. Giving a final look at Paulie he helped shut the trunks and stood up to face her.
"Promise you'll write to me?" smiling she nodded.
"I'll miss you Paulie," pulling on her cloak and satchel he led her down the stairs to her mother with a port key, the bent fork sitting on the table.
"Ready my dear?" taking a deep breath she looked back at Paulie whose hand was on the door knob to the house. Waving goodbye she grabbed onto the bent fork.
"Bye..." Paulie's voice died out from the rush of wind in her ears.
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~Scarlett Riley
