Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish it was true, I own no one but the characters you DONT recognize! Everyone and the places (Except for a few) belong to the great author J.K. Rowling.
Quick Authors Note: My first fan fiction so if its horrible, PM me with advice. Please don't be totally rude to me in the reviews.
Thanks! -Moon's Roses (Now on with the story...)
Elizabeth
I sit upright in bed. The scar was hurting and no matter how often my parents say its my imagination, I know its real. The pain was just too unbearable to be fake.
Usually it happens before something bad happens. Sometimes even when I pass someone outside my house. Its happened on more then one occasion.
We were at the mall doing Christmas shopping. I was five years old and it was my first real Christmas. We were having all the family over for the first time.
We just walked out of a store near Santa and there was a funny looking man taking donations nearby. He had a long beard and a robe on- not a bathrobe, but like a magicians robe.
I asked my mommy, "Whats the funny man doing?"
She frowned and squeezed my hand. "Keep walking, darling. Just keep walking."
I adjusted my glasses on my nose and as we walked by the man, my scar I've had forever started hurting. I looked at the man, as if he'd have an explanation.
He looked at my scar and gasped. Then he looked in my eyes and winked like he knew me.
I didn't know it then, but he did actually know me. Or at least, had heard of me.
My name is Elizabeth Potter. Or Lizzy for short. My real parents are dead, but I have the best foster family in the world. They even let me keep my dead families name- Potter.
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