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By: Morgan Le Fay of Avalon
Marie leaned back on her elbows
in the hot sun. Underneath her the
grass was warm and smelled of the near approaching summer. She just sat there for a minute looking at
the street she had known all her life. She had been born on this street and would most likely die here
too. It's not that she hated her life
it was just so boring, so ordinary. She
sighed as she pushed the heavy book off her lap. Now why couldn't my life be more like that? She wondered as she looked at the book's
title. You could only just make out the
words Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Marie had lost track of how many times she
had read the book over the years, but she knew that it must be somewhere in the
millions by now. It was her favorite
book.
Perhaps that's why she felt
suspicious as she looked up and saw three birds that appeared to be fighting in
the sky. She watched them for a
moment. They were the strangest birds
she had ever seen. They were huge and
their tails stood back several feet from their strangely shaped bodies. They look almost like they're playing
Quidditch! She thought to herself with
a slight laugh.
Taking her eyes off the birds, she
stood up. For a moment she looked down
at her old grass stained jeans, and dusted them off with the back of her
hand. The t-shirt she was wearing was
an old one that listed all of the fine qualities of Irish women as well as some
of the not so fine ones. With a sigh
she looked back up into the sky. The
birds were gone. She hadn't expected
them to still be there, but all the same she was a bit disappointed at their
sudden absence.
Marie leaned down to pick up her
book. She brushed a strand of auburn
hair out of her face as she stood up.
Suddenly, she was hit in the stomach by a force that knocked her to the
ground. For a moment she just laid
there with her eyes closed stunned. She
felt the weight of something hard on her chest and stomach. She felt another set of legs scramble trying
to become untangled from her own.
She opened her eyes, and looked
into two deep blue eyes above her. For
a moment she studied the face, which hovered just a few inches above her
own. It was that of a young man about
her own age. His blue eyes matched his
light red hair perfectly. The freckles,
which covered his face, seemed familiar to her although she couldn't say
why. He was breathing hard against her
chest. It was obvious that he had been
moving very fast when he hit her. His
breath smelled of peppermint and rain, and she breathed it in deeply.
A lock of his red hair fell from
behind his ear. As she reached up to
push it out of his eyes a pang of sadness coursed through her body. She had never had a boyfriend, but she knew
that if she did he would look just like this boy. Marie turned red when she realized that he seemed to be studying
her every feature as he lay on top of her.
He had stopped struggling when she had opened her eyes, but now he moved
quickly to his feet pulling her along with him.
She was about to introduce herself,
and ask him just what the hell he thought he was doing when something off to
their side caught her attention. She
turned her head away from his unrelenting stare and looked over to where she
had been laying earlier. On the ground
there was a broom. At first she thought
this was odd, but then she saw letters printed on its handle that read Firebolt
6000.
She felt her mouth drop open. It couldn't be! It just couldn't be!
Wizards
aren't real! Harry
Potter wasn't a true story! She turned
back to look at the boy who had just crashed into her. He gave her a small smirk that made her feel
like someone was pulling a joke on her.
She would have asked him what was going on, but the next few minutes
passed in a blur of excitement, fear, and pain.
Just as she
was going to ask the red-haired boy what he was playing at a buzz of light flew
past her ear. From the distinct burning
feeling she knew that it had singed her hair.
She looked up to see a figure in a black clock flying towards them on a
broomstick. A look of panic spread
across the boy's face as he grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the small
porch at the front of the house.
Almost
violently the boy pushed her back into one of the corners. The black-cloaked figure landed in front of
them. The boy stood in front of her
with a protective stance that made her feel safe.
"You little
brat," the cloaked figure hissed, "give her to me. You can't protect her.
You tried before and you failed.
If you just let me have her maybe you can live." The figure smirked as he said this. His face was a fearful sight with no nose
and silted red eyes. Marie was
trembling, but out of the corner of her eye she saw another figure land on the
grass in the yard and start running towards them. Both the red-haired boy and the black-cloaked figure turned their
heads to look at the person who had just arrived.
"So your
friend is here to save the day is he?" the figure said in a hiss, "Well it
won't help either of you. Only she
could ever stop me, but she doesn't know how to anymore does she?" As he said this he pointed at Marie who was
still cowering in the corner.
"Stupefy!"
yelled the red-haired boy in unison with another who she could not see. At this the man with red slits for eyes just
laughed.
"Please,
both of you stop that tickles!" was his only response to the two boys
attack. There was a rage building
inside Marie. She had to do something. She had to stop cowering in the corner like
a scared rabbit. She tried to hold
herself together, tried to think.
Suddenly, the cloaked man stepped forward and slapped the red-haired boy
across the face knocking him back a few steps.
At that
moment Marie stopped thinking. She
rushed forward and stood between the boy and the man. She felt the boy pull at her arm, trying to put himself in front
of her again, but she wouldn't allow it. The figure studied her for a
minute. Then as if he had just realized
the point of some incredibly funny joke he began to laugh. At this Marie had had enough.
She stared
at the man. Just stared at him. When his eyes finally met hers a look of
shock, then recognition and pain filled his face. The man quickly held his hands over his head, and began running
away from her screaming. Before she
even realized what she was doing he had grabbed his broomstick and began flying
off into the quickly darkening sky.
Once he was
gone she just stood there. She wasn't
sure what to do. She felt the
red-haired boy release her arm. For the
first time she looked over to the other boy whose hair was messy and
black. If she had had time to think up
any suspicions as to who this boy was she would have been right. She would have known him anywhere. The black messy hair, the deep green eyes,
and even the scar on his forehead confirmed it all.
"Oy! Ron!
She's just like I remember her!" called the black-haired boy to the
red-haired one. She turned to face him.
"You-You-You're
Ron Wesley? Aren't you?" she said
feeling almost on the verge of tears.
The boy blushed and shook his head "yes" at her obvious remembrance of
him, and she realized that he was just as she had imagined him to be. She turned back to look at the boy who she
knew must be Harry Potter running towards her.
"So that
makes you Harry Potter?" she said her lips trembling.
"Err-well-that
would be correct." Harry replied. Marie
looked form Harry to Ron and them back again.
She said their names in a whisper then suddenly, she blacked out.
AN: If you haven't figured this out yet, this story is
probably going to focus on Ron!