Hello everyone. My second fanfic. Its pretty straightfoward. I've written
the whole thing down on a legal pad, so I promise updates. I actually have
typed out most of the chapters, I would just like to elaborate on them. If
you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them. I was thinking about
making the next chapter be the same scene, but from Harry's point of view.
We'll just see.
By the way, incase you haven't noticed, I don't own any of these characters
or anything associated with Harry Potter.
Enjoy.
Chapter one
Julia listened to the hum of the car as she stared blankly out of the window. She was on her way home from another long buisness dinner with her parents. She found it odd that, her parents being dentists, they would have to endure unspeakably boring meetings over dinner, but such was the case. Several people had just launched law suits, sueing her parents for "questionable practices".The Graytons couldn't understand this; a number of the prosecutors were loyal clients of theirs. Lately it seemed as if the whole world was out to get them. Julia brushed a strand of her black hair out of her deep blue eyes and yawned. She looked over at the seat beside her to a book she had been reading A History of Dental Practices. She smiled a little, then frowned. For as long as she could remember, books had been her only friends. Her superior intellect frightened her peers, which made it difficult to have any sort of friendship. In fact, it caused them to be quite cruel to her at at times. Strangely, the abuse from her classmates had not hindered her good spirit and kind soul. It really only made her pity them. I guess thats just life, she thought. She sighed heavily. She looked back out the window and gasped with suprise. A boy was staring back at her. He was a boy her age, with dark hair. She went into shock, trying to process what could possibly be happening. The boy fiddled with the door handle, but it was locked. He looked at her expectantly, but she still remained shocked. He took out a stick and mouthed something. The window started to roll down. He pointed the stick at her parents and mouthed words again. Julia made a noise in opposition to whatever he was doing to her parents. Julia couldn't hear him over the roar of traffic, and apparently he couldn't hear her either. "What are you doing?!" She screamed at him. "Have I gone mad?!" He laughed a little. He heard that time. He replaced the stick in what Julia just noted to be very odd clothes and reached out his hand to her. "Please! Come with me! Your life is in danger!" He managed to get out above the noise. "Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" Panic had taken hold in Julia. The boy looked slightly frustrated, it was getting hard, dodging all of these cars. He took out the stick again and pointed it at her. This time she heard clearly "Locomotor Mortis". Julia felt herself being lifted from the car. She screamed The boy was moving her toward the window. He was on a broomstick! She tried to cling to the car, but she had lost control of her body. When she regained control, she was behind him on the broomstick. She tightly grasped onto him as they rose above the busy street.
Chapter one
Julia listened to the hum of the car as she stared blankly out of the window. She was on her way home from another long buisness dinner with her parents. She found it odd that, her parents being dentists, they would have to endure unspeakably boring meetings over dinner, but such was the case. Several people had just launched law suits, sueing her parents for "questionable practices".The Graytons couldn't understand this; a number of the prosecutors were loyal clients of theirs. Lately it seemed as if the whole world was out to get them. Julia brushed a strand of her black hair out of her deep blue eyes and yawned. She looked over at the seat beside her to a book she had been reading A History of Dental Practices. She smiled a little, then frowned. For as long as she could remember, books had been her only friends. Her superior intellect frightened her peers, which made it difficult to have any sort of friendship. In fact, it caused them to be quite cruel to her at at times. Strangely, the abuse from her classmates had not hindered her good spirit and kind soul. It really only made her pity them. I guess thats just life, she thought. She sighed heavily. She looked back out the window and gasped with suprise. A boy was staring back at her. He was a boy her age, with dark hair. She went into shock, trying to process what could possibly be happening. The boy fiddled with the door handle, but it was locked. He looked at her expectantly, but she still remained shocked. He took out a stick and mouthed something. The window started to roll down. He pointed the stick at her parents and mouthed words again. Julia made a noise in opposition to whatever he was doing to her parents. Julia couldn't hear him over the roar of traffic, and apparently he couldn't hear her either. "What are you doing?!" She screamed at him. "Have I gone mad?!" He laughed a little. He heard that time. He replaced the stick in what Julia just noted to be very odd clothes and reached out his hand to her. "Please! Come with me! Your life is in danger!" He managed to get out above the noise. "Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" Panic had taken hold in Julia. The boy looked slightly frustrated, it was getting hard, dodging all of these cars. He took out the stick again and pointed it at her. This time she heard clearly "Locomotor Mortis". Julia felt herself being lifted from the car. She screamed The boy was moving her toward the window. He was on a broomstick! She tried to cling to the car, but she had lost control of her body. When she regained control, she was behind him on the broomstick. She tightly grasped onto him as they rose above the busy street.