This is basically Harry Potter with an added character. I hope you like it, it's my first fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just the added people.
My town is a beautiful sight.
It's by the sea, in New Jersey, right next to the board walk. The pure, white, sandy beaches are a big tourist attraction and my town's biggest income. Whenever I have a free moment, I'm by the sea. It's my inspiration, my friend, and my teacher.
I don't have many friends in this town, most likely because I'm very different than many children my age. The reason; I'm a witch.
Yes, I'm a witch. My mother is a muggle, my father a wizard. If you don't know, a muggle is someone who is not a witch or wizard. My father met my mother when he was taking a trip to the Americas. He's from Great Britain. He doesn't visit his family because he's been estranged from his family for years. Ever since he married my mother, his family hasn't said a word to us. They didn't even turn up for the wedding! I can't imagine why.
It's six o'clock, I must get home. I will write to you later, dear diary, and explain more to you.
Goodbye,
Leanna
Leanna Malfoy stood up from the sand, her white-blond hair blowing in the breeze. She dusted off her feet and slipped them into her sandals. Her hand tightly clutched a tiny, periwinkle journal. She walked to the boardwalk and slipped through a crack in the siding of a building next to it. It was abandoned, so she didn't see anything wrong with going in it. It was her secret short-cut.
Her bike was next to the front doors, and she grabbed it, opened the door, and sped down the street. The wind in her hair, she felt like she was riding a broom-stick. Quidditch was her hobby, along with writing.
When her house came into view, she grinned and rode up the drive way. Her house was enormous because her father was a lawyer, as well as working occasionally with the American Ministry of Magic. Both of those jobs paid good money. Despite being lonely, she lived in style.
She opened the garage and put her bike away. She sprinted to the door and flung it wide.
"I'm home!" Leanna yelled, going up the stairs two at a time.
Crash!
It came from her parents study. Leanna tensed, feeling the familiar sense of raw power within her small frame.
Leanna was an elementalist, she controlled the elements; air, water, earth, and fire. Her parents had worked especially hard with Leanna with these abilities. They had it tough, though. None of them had these powers, nor did they know how to teach her to control them. But they did have reliable friends who had sources.
Leanna and her parents were very close with the Weasleys. The Weasleys lived in Britain, but they kept contact with flue powder and owls. Mr. Weasley was in the Muggle Department in the British Ministry of Magic, and he actually knew a few people with Leanna's gifts. Mr. Weasley had these people contact Leanna's family and they helped her learn to control them. Now she was an expert with it. But she always felt intimidated by the sheer force of her powers.
"Hello, who's there?" she called up the stairs. No one answered.
"Mom?" she said fearfully. "Dad?"
She ran to her parents study and barged in. Her mother and father were on the floor, bleeding profusely. Leanna shrieked.
"Oh my god!"
"Shh, they'll hear you." Her mother whispered.
"Who's they?" Leanna asked quietly.
"Leanna, come here." Her father beckoned. She came and sat down next to him. He pulled out a packet of flue powder. "Leanna, go to the Burrow. Take this and go to the Burrow."
"But what about you." She whispered. "I can't go without you."
"Go, Leanna. Go. There isn't much time; they'll come back with reinforcements soon."
"What's going on?" She demanded.
"Leanna, go." He pushed her hard in the direction of the door.
"But-"
"Go!" Her mother shouted.
Leanna turned and ran for the door. She started sprinting toward the pallor, the closest room with a fireplace. Reaching the door, she grabbed the door knob. It was locked. Frustrated, she raised her hands and fire flew from her fingertips. The door turned to ashes in seconds. She ran to the fire and lit the fireplace up. Throwing a pinch of flue powder into the fire, it turned green. She started to step in when she heard a crack. Looking around, she realized it was from the hall way.
Someone apparated here. She thought. No doubt the people who her parents were talking about. She thought of her choices, but before she could make a decision, she heard talking.
"Where is she? Where's the girl?" A hard voice shouted.
"I don't know." Her father stated simply.
"Tell her where she is and we might let you live, now tell us!"
"Do you understand what 'I don't know' means?"
"We're wasting time here, just finish them and we'll search the streets for her. The Dark Lord said we just need the girl, correct?"
"Correct." A new, quieter voice, spoke with authority
"Avada Kadevera!"
"No," Leanna whispered. "No, no, no." Her father had taught her to know that spell. There was nothing left to do.
She stepped into the green flames and said clearly, but quietly, "The Burrow."
The green flames strengthened with her tears.