"Stop this nonsense giberish!" Her voice echoed through the room, silencing everyone. Her dark blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. "You call yourself an order! Look at yourselves! Arguing! How childish! Just because your leader isn't here at the moment, you think you can break out into disruptions. Be lucky I didn't silence you myself with my wand." Everyone stared at her. Who was this women? What did she have to do with the order?
"Who do you think you are?!" One of the older members said, refusing to take word from a mere witch who looks barely of age.
"My name is Nikki Lyn Smith. I'm the last pure blood Smith your find that is on your side." She said pushing back her dark brown hair out of her face, her eyes never letting up any tension. "And one of the few remaining on this planet."
The Smith family was one of pure blood, each beloning to the house of Slytherin, all except for one, who refused to go to Hogwarts, and was sent to a school accross seas in New Zealand. After shortly returning, she had come accross her parents dead, and the dark mark raised above her house. In search of the death eaters that had killed her parents, she came accross a man who had asked her to join in his order, knowing that she had a ventetta against a certain man, a certain wizard. And that is why she is here now, standing infront of the room infront of the good fourty people that were apart of the order.
Barely of Age
A Harry Potter Story
MWPP Era
August 1978
Prolouge
Completed
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