Monsters

by Spindle89

Nine year old Maya is an orphan. She has been living on the streets since she was four, followed by dementors. When she is found by the order she has to go to Hogwarts because she is too powerful, starting in her fifth year. A nine year old in the golden trio's fifth year? She's dead.

1. Proluge

Prologue

A/N Yeah, I kind of gave up on the "work on only one story at a time" thing. This has been on my mind for a while, so enjoy!

A small girl was curled up in the corner of a alleyway, shivering. It was night, and it was dark. Not the type of dark that you and I think of, when its hard for you to make out the finer details around you. No, this dark was the other kind. The kind that, when you're in it, you can't see your hand in front of your face. The kind that is inky black. Black like death. Black like fear. Black that radiates raw, untamed evil. But the girl did not notice anything. She was to enamored within the contents of her mind, dead to the world. In other words, she was asleep.

A figure was gliding up the alleyway, heading towards the girl. He, to the casual observer, might seem like a ordinary person, abit a gloomy one. But once you got closer you could tell he was much more than that. He seemed to embody the darkness, to give it a "face to the name", as you might say. Everything around him dimmed as he walked past it. There was no happiness left in the air any more. The girl was almost certainly doomed. Because any creature as foul as that one could certainly bring no good things to those whom it chose to approach.

Prologue

A/N Yeah, I kind of gave up on the "work on only one story at a time" thing. This has been on my mind for a while, so enjoy!

A small girl was curled up in the corner of a alleyway, shivering. It was night, and it was dark. Not the type of dark that you and I think of, when its hard for you to make out the finer details around you. No, this dark was the other kind. The kind that, when you're in it, you can't see your hand in front of your face. The kind that is inky black. Black like death. Black like fear. Black that radiates raw, untamed evil. But the girl did not notice anything. She was to enamored within the contents of her mind, dead to the world. In other words, she was asleep.

A figure was gliding up the alleyway, heading towards the girl. He, to the casual observer, might seem like a ordinary person, abit a gloomy one. But once you got closer you could tell he was much more than that. He seemed to embody the darkness, to give it a "face to the name", as you might say. Everything around him dimmed as he walked past it. There was no happiness left in the air any more. The girl was almost certainly doomed. Because any creature as foul as that one could certainly bring no good things to those whom it chose to approach.