Chapter 1- Introducing me.

If you wanna know
Here it goes
Gonna tell you this
The part of me that'll show if you're close
Gonna let you see everything
But remember that you asked for it
I'll try to do my best to impress
But it's easier to let you take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain
My heart, will you ask for it, for your perusing?
At times confusing, slightly amusing
Introducing me.

Hello, I'm Charlotte Smith, but everyone calls me Charlie because I despise Charlotte, I'm 15. I live with my Dad about 20 miles away from London in a large old house in a town; I go to the secondary school here. You're probably thinking I'm normal, right? Well wrong... I'm a witch... not as in a bad person, like a real wand and Cauldron. Sounds stupid from a muggle (non-magical person) point of view, doesn't it? But I'm used to it. I'm smart, really smart. I get top marks in everything, whether it is in Muggle School or my magic studies at home. Most people my age go to Hogwarts, which is the magical school in England, I however am home schooled.

I'm not an ordinary which... my family is the oldest pure bloods around. But we all have 'secret powers' sounds stupid and all but it's true. We can all read minds, talk to animals, talk any language fluently, we are all born a Animagus (I'm a wolf), metamorphmagus (I don't use this much, I keep my natural look), do wandless and non-verbal magic (all I need to do is think 'lift that up' and it happens!), I have better senses than everyone else, I have 60 times more power than normal wizards, do an spell straight away with no practice, I have a photographic memory, and much more stuff like that, I'll tell you about it later.

Anyway, here I am out in the back Garden hanging up the washing in the back yard. It's around 11am. This is when my new life began, July 2nd 1975 the day it all began.

BANG!

From where I was standing I heard the house door blow open. My training with Dad instantly kicked in as I dropped to the ground and rolled toward the house wall, casting a modified Disillusionment charm as I went. I'd be invisible to everyone with the Dark Mark, or involved with Dark Magic. I peeped through the nearest window, from here I could see my Dad surrounded my 7 masked figures, all of which donned long black cloaks. Death Eaters, they were this evil guys slaves/servants/body guards. They were the most feared people in Britain, for those who knew about them.

I jumped through the window silently, thinking of ways to escape all of this with Dad. But then I felt him enter my mind and speak.

Honey, its for the best. I'm a squib, I can't use my magic. They will kill me, and never know where you are, they won't even know if your alive or not. Good-bye.

I wanted to scream at him for being a idiot, but I had to keep quiet. The only reason these twats were here is me, and I won't give them the satisfaction of getting to me. The leader turned his eyes on my Dad, bound on the floor, just waiting for his death.

"Hello Mr Smith, what a pleasure to be re-acquainted with you" The man drawled, he must be in his late 30's maybe early 40's. His grey eyes peered through his hood, looking at him in distaste.

"Ahh, old Mr Malfoy, I hope you are well? If only these circumstances were different. Why did you barge into my home armed and ready to kill?" My Dad asked, he covered his fear with a polite mask of indifference on his face, only someone who knew him well would of known.

"Shut it Smith, I'm not here for a chat. Where. Is. The. Girl?" He asked, voice laced with anger.

"She is everywhere, yet nowhere, her essence is neither here nor there my friend" My father replied, he used these exact words when my Gran&Grandad passed away, it confused me at first. Then I realised he was talking about their souls. Souls can be anywhere they like.

I could see the conflict in Mr Malfoy's eyes, whether to be angry or play cool. "I am not here for riddles, TELL ME WHERE THE GIRL IS OR I WILL KILL YOU!" He snarled, anger loosing the internal battle.

"I do not know. Even if I did I would never tell the likes of you. She is my own flesh and blood, and I love her with all my heart. Therefore I will protect her, even if that means my-self will die," My Father answered looking at me straight in the eyes.

Mr Malfoy shouted "Avada Kedavra!"

I watched as that fatal curse shot out from his wand, the blinding green light filling up the room as it struck him right in the chest.

"C'mon Abraxas, we must leave before the Aurors arrive to arrest us," A sweet voice stated, grabbing his hand and apparating out of there. The others followed, until one was left.

She held her wand in the air and said "Morsmordre," I watched as a green fog slithered into the air and above the roof. I knew what she had done, cast the Dark Mark in the air, stating the death here. The Dark Mark was his symbol, Voldemort, the 'evil' wizard. He was more than evil, he was a sick and twisted man with no morals and only one goal in life, purify the wizard race.

After she left I ran to my Dad, ignoring the silent tears cascading down my face, hoping that maybe he's still alive. I turned him over, staring into his blank, emotionless eyes. That's when I heard the crack's behind me. I turned around whipping my wand out, stunning and hexing everything in sight.

"Would you stop that you brat?" A voice snarled, dodging all my spells. I quickly stopped, the voice becoming clear in my mind. I knew that voice. I quickly looked at everyone's faces, no masks or cloaks... The Order Of The Phoenix? "Put you wand down this instance Smith or I'll force you to drop it!" The same voice snarled, but his eyes shining with amusement.

"Do I look like someone who's just gunna forget all that 'Constant Vigilance' shit you've drilled in my head all my life dear old Moody?" I smirked, forgetting my pain for a moment.

"Ohhhh deary, I've missed your quick whip this past week" That's when I saw it, the pain in his eyes. The reason for this being Dad.

I ran over, jumping into his outstretched arms, weeping for the man who will never grow old. The man who we both loved with our hearts. The father and the best friend. The man who is now no more. I felt tired, the shock of the powerful emotions making my world go fuzzy.

"C'mon sweety, lets get you somewhere safe," Was the last thing I heard as I passed out.