Declaimer
I want everyone to know that I am using many sources of Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling (which is a good book) and some character are asked to use by people. Also disclaimer to HOL a Hogwarts School who helped with everything. I do not owe some of the events that happens here in the story they are all combine as mine and others.
Thanks you to:
I want to thank HOL for helping me out and giving me the permission to write this story with some characters. I would like to also thank J.K. Rowlings for making the Harry Potter because without her I probably would not ever thought of become a writer. I would like to thank my friends and family that how been with me through the rough times. I would like to thank Mr. Forte for this chance to actually write this stuff. And I would like to say one thing: That this novel series is based on some events of my life and others all mixed in one. So please take caution this is not a novel to take lightly.
Prologue
Sitting in a small room a female stiletto sat in silence. The air was dry; nothing could be seen. As the moonlight washed itself into the window, the figure was seen, long dark brown hair flown in her face. The moonlight made her eyes shine like glisten silver yet her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying. Her lips were soft pink but were dry and brittle. Her skin was cream and moistens from tears that fell moments before. Those tears are very important for they had waited for this girl to cry for many years. These years were not of pain but of sorrow, loneness, and despair. The silence was broken with a swish. The girl did not winced she just stared at her scared, bruised, bloody, left arm. The blood flows wrapped around her lower left arm and spilling into a puddle of crimson liquid. She mumbled words that only a child would say and as she muffled words a large medieval door banged open against the walls of the room.