Meghan woke early on a gloomy Saturday morning, light streaming in
through her open bedroom window. Her room was quite large, on the top floor
of her family's two-story house, just outside of London. It contained her
small twin bed, with pastel colored plaid comforters, with fleece lining on
everything due to the cold weather they usually received there. She had a
small T.V, but it only got four channels, which was ok since she also had a
computer that her parents had bought for her, for her fifteenth birthday.
Her night table was of rich, wooden oak, just as her bookshelf and dresser were. Although she was older now, her parents had refused to allow her to change her room, which had been the same since she was about ten. Piercing green eyes surveyed the dark recesses of her sanctuary. It was just another day in her life, nothing special going on, not that there was anything interesting to be done anyway. Stretching as she sat up slowly, the covers crumpling over her legs, Meghan slid over to one side and placed her feet on the soft carpet that had been there ever since before she could remember. Standing up on her bare feet, leaving little prints in the carpeted floor, realizing that her parents weren't up at this hour. Her small white clock read 4:30 am, which was pretty much the time that she woke up every day.
Glad that it was the weekend, Meghan let a small smile dangle on her face for a few seconds, before going serious again. It was too bad that the weekends didn't last forever, Meghan was an outcast at school, the one always left out. She wasn't dorky or anything, just strange, maybe a little more strange then the average sixteen year olds. Her ebony black hair shimmered in the red light, natural ruby highlights mixed in with the other strands. The funny thing was that both of her parents had brown hair, while she had a much different variety of colors, but had never taken much notice of that. Another thing that was strange, was that her relatives all seemed to shun her, much like other people did. Even her grandparents, who were supposed to love their grandchildren, seemed to hate her with a passion. Turning to her bay window, Meghan frowned at the sky, red in color, which was strange for her little town of Brunswick.
"I wonder what's wrong?" she asked herself quietly, feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, telling her that something wasn't right; the sky outside still looking a poisonous, blood red. It was never a good sign when this kind of thing happened. Things always went wrong with her. Just lately, she had broken her mother's best gold earrings, but when she was about to tell her the horrible news, the earrings were as good as new, sparkling innocently in the sunlight, as her mother told her off for making up such nonsense.
In her small mirror, which sat atop her dark wooden dresser, her reflection shone out brightly. It was as though her skin was translucent - Not white, just very light. Stepping lightly over to it, her flannel pajamas caused her to trip slightly; The sizing much too big for her small frame. Meghan's hair was a little messed up with the moving around she did when sleeping, so she quickly took up her round brush from the still dresser and brushed through it thoughtfully; Leaving it amazingly straight. Placing the brush down on the cold wooden surface, Meghan pulled out a pair of her regular blue jeans, and a red sweatshirt, which she quickly changed into. Pulling her hair up into a loose ponytail, Meghan flipped on her computer and sat down at her desk. Her television was turned on at a very low volume, hoping not to wake her parents. The numbers on her clock were now as 5:15 am, but it was still too early to do anything. So, stepping out of her room, her parent's room door closed with only a little crack of space between it. Peeking in through the door, the wood creaking slightly as she stepped in to check on them, snoring in a deep sleep.
Creeping downstairs, Meghan jumped down the second to last one, knowing that it creaked slightly if any weight was put on it. As she entered her kitchen, the same one that she had known for the last sixteen years, Meghan smiled broadly and grabbed a roll from a bunch that her mother had made the other night. She broke open the surface of it, and watched as steam rose, and she placed it in her mouth, burning her mouth as she swallowed. Regaining her composition, Meghan placed the other half of the roll down and sat on her large upholstered couch that sat in the middle of her family room that was joined to the kitchen.
"Oh, my life is so interesting," she said sarcastically to herself, rolling her eyes, and brushing away a piece of hair that had fallen into her face.
Just then, her parents came stumbling down the stairs, wrapped in their cotton housecoats that looked like they had come straight out of 1950. Their style was very old fashioned in her opinion, but what was style anyway. Just as they say; "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
"Hello dar..dar..ling" her mother said sleepily, suppressing a yawn. Smiling at her daughter, her face faltered, but only slightly.
"Why are you up so early?" her father asked, seeming wide awake at the time. He was usually the one awake at this hour to go to work at the store, but on weekends he usually slept in. Wrapping the robe more tightly around him, feeling the cold air seep in through the fabric, her father, Dave, turned the electric fireplace on at a high temperature. When he had awoken, it had been from the red sky, the light of it streaming in through their own small window. Even from here, the doom struck sky was visible, casting an eerie light over his family.
"I'm always up this early," Meghan muttered, feeling almost angry with her parents for always pestering her. It felt like something was creating friction between them, not even big things either - Just small petty arguments and conflicts. Scratching her back with great difficulty, Meghan glanced at the window, her reflection staring back at her. She was a pretty girl, but not extraordinarily so, more like a natural, plain beauty that radiated from within. That was obviously something that boys at school didn't pay attention to. All it was for them was the presence of big chests and pretty faces. They just grouped her as being strange. Meghan was quite tall, not gangly, but just taller then average, and she was skinny, one of those people who could eat lots of food at one sitting, and not gain a pound. Rubbing her eyes thoughtfully, Meghan gently scratched the sleep from the thin skin around her eyelid. Standing and giving her parents reluctant hugs, she felt the pressure and tension.
Receiving the hugs from their daughter, Dave and Joanne pulled away and looked back at the foreboding sky. Something just told them that it was going to be bad, bad day; A feeling of impending doom in their bones or something. "So, is there anything going on today?" Joanne asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence with her mindless blabber.
"Of course there isn't." Meghan answered, feeling her stomach give another unsuspecting lurch. It was something that wasn't a problem just a few days ago, but lately, she felt sick to her stomach almost every waking minute ... Which was usually a sign that something bad was coming. This had happened to her just before their school had been set on fire by a lightning bolt - Another thing that wasn't common in her area. After that event that happened, she had been treated like a freak, an outcast. These types of things happened to her all the time - Strange little accidents that nobody could explain, but still they blamed on her. Once, when a guy had gotten close enough to her, and actually liked her for who she was, he left, because all the other people in her school treated him like an outcast as well, which was obviously too much for him. She was used to it though. And usually in large measures.
Then suddenly, a light rapping sound came from the front door. Meghan decided that she might as well answer it. She was the only one decent and ready anyway. Groaning as she lifted her feet unwillingly towards the door, Meghan leaned her head against the wooden door dismally; The same design on it as the rest of the doors in the small, quaint house. Slipping her hand on the cold metal handle, feeling it turn under her strong grip, Meghan found herself face to face with a fair-faced, red-haired lady with a wistful smile on her face.
"Can I help you?" she asked curiously, wondering if the lady had any reason for being on their doorstep.
"Oh, I can't believe it," she said emphatically, looking as though she was going to burst into tears. Suddenly she grabbed Meghan and pulled her into a tight hug - Silent tears streaming down her flushed face. It was just as her Sirius had told her. She was here. Actually here. Alive and well.
Meghan got a little freaked out, but the woman's grasp was too tight to wriggle out of. So, standing there for the few moments until she let go, Meghan felt particularly bewildered as to what was going on. By the looks on their faces, so did her parents. Ignoring their horrified looks, Meghan turned her attention back to the strange woman. Inhaling the soft scent of her hair, Meghan smiled gently at it. She smelled of freshly baked bread, and new spring flowers - Almost like her mother should have smelt like, but sullenly never did.
The lady straightened herself up, and continued to weep silently, a smile twitching in the corners of her mouth. "I'm your mother," she said softly, her eyes teary with joy. 'She looks exactly like Harry ...' She thought, just wanting to reach out and hold her again. 'But without that scar ...' ... The woman was glad that Meghan would never have to carry the burden that Harry did, being famous and all, but she needed to know everything..
At first, Meghan thought that this lady was completely off of her rocker, but then looking back at her parents, she noticed that her mother had burst into tears which were slowly being calmed by her father, who was also looking very grave. "I..I..I don't know what you're talking about." Meghan stuttered, feeling as though her whole world was crashing down, and was slowly dragging her down with it. This couldn't be happening to her, it was just like her stomach had told her - Something was happening. But at the moment, she wasn't sure if it was good or bad.
"Meghan, I thought that I'd never see you again! Oh! Oh my! I'm so sorry! How silly of me. My name is Lily Potter. And ... And you are my daughter." She spoke kindly, her voice radiating warmth and gentility and an almost scary truth. Meghan's own face was written with complete puzzlement; A silent gasp frozen on her face. Surely, this couldn't be? Her mind was blank with thought - She would almost have been swept away in a tide of them if the woman before her had not kept her so entranced in the moment.
Her emerald eyes were void of joy - More like shock. Feeling the lady, now known as Lily, pull her into another hug, Meghan felt like she was going to be sick. It was bad enough being a teenager who was ignored and shunned all the time, but to be adopted, with your real mother standing at your doorstep, that, that, was just overkill ...
Who can guess what's gonna happen next? Okay, okay, I won't tell you all the details, but it's going to be good, I can guarantee it. Next chapter, all mysteries are revealed, well maybe not all of them, but at least most of them. Meghan gets to go to Hogwarts where she meets her new brother and all of his friends. Also, she meets her true love, but I am not saying another word.
Her night table was of rich, wooden oak, just as her bookshelf and dresser were. Although she was older now, her parents had refused to allow her to change her room, which had been the same since she was about ten. Piercing green eyes surveyed the dark recesses of her sanctuary. It was just another day in her life, nothing special going on, not that there was anything interesting to be done anyway. Stretching as she sat up slowly, the covers crumpling over her legs, Meghan slid over to one side and placed her feet on the soft carpet that had been there ever since before she could remember. Standing up on her bare feet, leaving little prints in the carpeted floor, realizing that her parents weren't up at this hour. Her small white clock read 4:30 am, which was pretty much the time that she woke up every day.
Glad that it was the weekend, Meghan let a small smile dangle on her face for a few seconds, before going serious again. It was too bad that the weekends didn't last forever, Meghan was an outcast at school, the one always left out. She wasn't dorky or anything, just strange, maybe a little more strange then the average sixteen year olds. Her ebony black hair shimmered in the red light, natural ruby highlights mixed in with the other strands. The funny thing was that both of her parents had brown hair, while she had a much different variety of colors, but had never taken much notice of that. Another thing that was strange, was that her relatives all seemed to shun her, much like other people did. Even her grandparents, who were supposed to love their grandchildren, seemed to hate her with a passion. Turning to her bay window, Meghan frowned at the sky, red in color, which was strange for her little town of Brunswick.
"I wonder what's wrong?" she asked herself quietly, feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, telling her that something wasn't right; the sky outside still looking a poisonous, blood red. It was never a good sign when this kind of thing happened. Things always went wrong with her. Just lately, she had broken her mother's best gold earrings, but when she was about to tell her the horrible news, the earrings were as good as new, sparkling innocently in the sunlight, as her mother told her off for making up such nonsense.
In her small mirror, which sat atop her dark wooden dresser, her reflection shone out brightly. It was as though her skin was translucent - Not white, just very light. Stepping lightly over to it, her flannel pajamas caused her to trip slightly; The sizing much too big for her small frame. Meghan's hair was a little messed up with the moving around she did when sleeping, so she quickly took up her round brush from the still dresser and brushed through it thoughtfully; Leaving it amazingly straight. Placing the brush down on the cold wooden surface, Meghan pulled out a pair of her regular blue jeans, and a red sweatshirt, which she quickly changed into. Pulling her hair up into a loose ponytail, Meghan flipped on her computer and sat down at her desk. Her television was turned on at a very low volume, hoping not to wake her parents. The numbers on her clock were now as 5:15 am, but it was still too early to do anything. So, stepping out of her room, her parent's room door closed with only a little crack of space between it. Peeking in through the door, the wood creaking slightly as she stepped in to check on them, snoring in a deep sleep.
Creeping downstairs, Meghan jumped down the second to last one, knowing that it creaked slightly if any weight was put on it. As she entered her kitchen, the same one that she had known for the last sixteen years, Meghan smiled broadly and grabbed a roll from a bunch that her mother had made the other night. She broke open the surface of it, and watched as steam rose, and she placed it in her mouth, burning her mouth as she swallowed. Regaining her composition, Meghan placed the other half of the roll down and sat on her large upholstered couch that sat in the middle of her family room that was joined to the kitchen.
"Oh, my life is so interesting," she said sarcastically to herself, rolling her eyes, and brushing away a piece of hair that had fallen into her face.
Just then, her parents came stumbling down the stairs, wrapped in their cotton housecoats that looked like they had come straight out of 1950. Their style was very old fashioned in her opinion, but what was style anyway. Just as they say; "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
"Hello dar..dar..ling" her mother said sleepily, suppressing a yawn. Smiling at her daughter, her face faltered, but only slightly.
"Why are you up so early?" her father asked, seeming wide awake at the time. He was usually the one awake at this hour to go to work at the store, but on weekends he usually slept in. Wrapping the robe more tightly around him, feeling the cold air seep in through the fabric, her father, Dave, turned the electric fireplace on at a high temperature. When he had awoken, it had been from the red sky, the light of it streaming in through their own small window. Even from here, the doom struck sky was visible, casting an eerie light over his family.
"I'm always up this early," Meghan muttered, feeling almost angry with her parents for always pestering her. It felt like something was creating friction between them, not even big things either - Just small petty arguments and conflicts. Scratching her back with great difficulty, Meghan glanced at the window, her reflection staring back at her. She was a pretty girl, but not extraordinarily so, more like a natural, plain beauty that radiated from within. That was obviously something that boys at school didn't pay attention to. All it was for them was the presence of big chests and pretty faces. They just grouped her as being strange. Meghan was quite tall, not gangly, but just taller then average, and she was skinny, one of those people who could eat lots of food at one sitting, and not gain a pound. Rubbing her eyes thoughtfully, Meghan gently scratched the sleep from the thin skin around her eyelid. Standing and giving her parents reluctant hugs, she felt the pressure and tension.
Receiving the hugs from their daughter, Dave and Joanne pulled away and looked back at the foreboding sky. Something just told them that it was going to be bad, bad day; A feeling of impending doom in their bones or something. "So, is there anything going on today?" Joanne asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence with her mindless blabber.
"Of course there isn't." Meghan answered, feeling her stomach give another unsuspecting lurch. It was something that wasn't a problem just a few days ago, but lately, she felt sick to her stomach almost every waking minute ... Which was usually a sign that something bad was coming. This had happened to her just before their school had been set on fire by a lightning bolt - Another thing that wasn't common in her area. After that event that happened, she had been treated like a freak, an outcast. These types of things happened to her all the time - Strange little accidents that nobody could explain, but still they blamed on her. Once, when a guy had gotten close enough to her, and actually liked her for who she was, he left, because all the other people in her school treated him like an outcast as well, which was obviously too much for him. She was used to it though. And usually in large measures.
Then suddenly, a light rapping sound came from the front door. Meghan decided that she might as well answer it. She was the only one decent and ready anyway. Groaning as she lifted her feet unwillingly towards the door, Meghan leaned her head against the wooden door dismally; The same design on it as the rest of the doors in the small, quaint house. Slipping her hand on the cold metal handle, feeling it turn under her strong grip, Meghan found herself face to face with a fair-faced, red-haired lady with a wistful smile on her face.
"Can I help you?" she asked curiously, wondering if the lady had any reason for being on their doorstep.
"Oh, I can't believe it," she said emphatically, looking as though she was going to burst into tears. Suddenly she grabbed Meghan and pulled her into a tight hug - Silent tears streaming down her flushed face. It was just as her Sirius had told her. She was here. Actually here. Alive and well.
Meghan got a little freaked out, but the woman's grasp was too tight to wriggle out of. So, standing there for the few moments until she let go, Meghan felt particularly bewildered as to what was going on. By the looks on their faces, so did her parents. Ignoring their horrified looks, Meghan turned her attention back to the strange woman. Inhaling the soft scent of her hair, Meghan smiled gently at it. She smelled of freshly baked bread, and new spring flowers - Almost like her mother should have smelt like, but sullenly never did.
The lady straightened herself up, and continued to weep silently, a smile twitching in the corners of her mouth. "I'm your mother," she said softly, her eyes teary with joy. 'She looks exactly like Harry ...' She thought, just wanting to reach out and hold her again. 'But without that scar ...' ... The woman was glad that Meghan would never have to carry the burden that Harry did, being famous and all, but she needed to know everything..
At first, Meghan thought that this lady was completely off of her rocker, but then looking back at her parents, she noticed that her mother had burst into tears which were slowly being calmed by her father, who was also looking very grave. "I..I..I don't know what you're talking about." Meghan stuttered, feeling as though her whole world was crashing down, and was slowly dragging her down with it. This couldn't be happening to her, it was just like her stomach had told her - Something was happening. But at the moment, she wasn't sure if it was good or bad.
"Meghan, I thought that I'd never see you again! Oh! Oh my! I'm so sorry! How silly of me. My name is Lily Potter. And ... And you are my daughter." She spoke kindly, her voice radiating warmth and gentility and an almost scary truth. Meghan's own face was written with complete puzzlement; A silent gasp frozen on her face. Surely, this couldn't be? Her mind was blank with thought - She would almost have been swept away in a tide of them if the woman before her had not kept her so entranced in the moment.
Her emerald eyes were void of joy - More like shock. Feeling the lady, now known as Lily, pull her into another hug, Meghan felt like she was going to be sick. It was bad enough being a teenager who was ignored and shunned all the time, but to be adopted, with your real mother standing at your doorstep, that, that, was just overkill ...
Who can guess what's gonna happen next? Okay, okay, I won't tell you all the details, but it's going to be good, I can guarantee it. Next chapter, all mysteries are revealed, well maybe not all of them, but at least most of them. Meghan gets to go to Hogwarts where she meets her new brother and all of his friends. Also, she meets her true love, but I am not saying another word.