Hey guys it's LFMPMD! I'm going to be trying something new today; no wait,
never mind, I suck at trying new things, and I don't want to mess this up .
. .
Oh yeah, and this story has my character, Lily Thatcher in it along with the rest of the characters. I don't know why, but I just don't like writing Harry Potter stories without a character that's not completely my own.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it.
The Pursuer
Chapter 1: The Pursuit Begins
A girl wearing white pajama pants with yellow and blue star designs, and a yellow spaghetti strap top ran down the narrow alleyways of Diagon Alley on that cold, rainy July night. Her bare feet were covered in mud but she didn't have time to stop and wash it off. She had to get away; he was getting closer. She didn't know where to go, nowhere was safe. He could counter spell any of the spells that she used, so it was useless to fight him. She had to keep running.
She eventually ran out of Diagon Alley, and into Knocturn Alley, hoping she would lose her pursuer in the process. She kept looking for a place to hide, but everywhere she looked there were shady characters and shops full of people, and those people didn't exactly look like the witch or wizard next door, either. They were all the worst kind of wizards and witches, with their dark magic and whatnot, so she couldn't go in there. She kept running until she reached the very end of Knocturn Alley, it looked like there was no other place for her to run, but then she noticed a small alleyway between to very dingy-looking buildings. She looked around to make sure that he wasn't following her, and when she was sure she was out of his sight, she bolted off into the alley.
She ran until she noticed the alley came out to an opening. She slowed her pace and sheepishly made her way to it, to make sure nothing was there. She saw no one, but she did notice the rather large warehouse- looking building in front of her. She stopped and sat on a barrel to catch her breath. It felt like she had been running for ages. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall. She listened hard to see if he was approaching, she didn't hear anything, or did she? She thought she heard very faint footsteps, but she wasn't entirely sure. They sounded far-off, but she wasn't going to risk getting caught. She jumped up off the barrel and went into the warehouse.
"It really is dark in here," the girl said, reaching into her pocket to get her wand. "Shit. I left it in my room at the Leaky Cauldron." While her eyes were adjusting to the dark, she attempted to make her way through the lobby area and hopefully into a hallway or something. Her hands were held out in front of her, groping around for a wall or door. She soon found a door, and opened it, not knowing how much time she had left before he entered the building. Her eyes were fully adjusted now, after she closed the door. It appeared that she was in a hallway, long and full of cardboard boxes. She heard a door close. He's here, she thought. She started to run, bumping into boxes, and knocking everything over as she made her way down the hall. THUD. "Ah, shit. Damn wooden crates! Now I can hurt myself even more! This is f-in great." She rubbed her knees then looked back behind her and saw a faint light from a wand. She thought it was kind of stupid he was doing that, you know letting the prey see the predator, but it made her happy that she was at least that far away. She started running again. She kept bumping into the big heavy crates and tripping on various things. She kept looking back over her shoulder to see where he was. It looked like he was at the door still but - - she heard something move behind her. It's probably just a rat or something.
She kept going down the hall; she eventually came to the end where there was a door to her right. She opened it, stood there for a second then turned to walk to the center of the hall. She had to be completely positive he wasn't right behind her. The light from his 'wand' looked closer now, maybe I should go now. She turned to face the door, and started to take a step in that direction, but suddenly a hand covered her mouth and pulled her back onto one of the large wooden crates, at the same time a silky cloth was thrown over her, as well. Her captor pulled her close, hand still over her mouth. "Shh," he whispered, "You don't want him to find us." She nodded, she didn't know who he was exactly, but he sounded wicked familiar.
The pair lay on the wooden crate for a few minutes before the light of her pursuer got near them. He was wearing a long, black cloak that covered his face, but she could tell that he was scanning the hidden crevasses between the boxes and crates for her. When he was satisfied she wasn't there, he proceeded through the door, and closed it. She started to sit up, but her captor pulled her back down. "Hold on a second," and surely enough, seconds later the door opened and her pursuer stood in the doorway. He looked around quickly and turned to leave again. After he closed the door, she sat up, pulling the cloth off her and her captor, "that was close."
Oh yeah, and this story has my character, Lily Thatcher in it along with the rest of the characters. I don't know why, but I just don't like writing Harry Potter stories without a character that's not completely my own.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it.
The Pursuer
Chapter 1: The Pursuit Begins
A girl wearing white pajama pants with yellow and blue star designs, and a yellow spaghetti strap top ran down the narrow alleyways of Diagon Alley on that cold, rainy July night. Her bare feet were covered in mud but she didn't have time to stop and wash it off. She had to get away; he was getting closer. She didn't know where to go, nowhere was safe. He could counter spell any of the spells that she used, so it was useless to fight him. She had to keep running.
She eventually ran out of Diagon Alley, and into Knocturn Alley, hoping she would lose her pursuer in the process. She kept looking for a place to hide, but everywhere she looked there were shady characters and shops full of people, and those people didn't exactly look like the witch or wizard next door, either. They were all the worst kind of wizards and witches, with their dark magic and whatnot, so she couldn't go in there. She kept running until she reached the very end of Knocturn Alley, it looked like there was no other place for her to run, but then she noticed a small alleyway between to very dingy-looking buildings. She looked around to make sure that he wasn't following her, and when she was sure she was out of his sight, she bolted off into the alley.
She ran until she noticed the alley came out to an opening. She slowed her pace and sheepishly made her way to it, to make sure nothing was there. She saw no one, but she did notice the rather large warehouse- looking building in front of her. She stopped and sat on a barrel to catch her breath. It felt like she had been running for ages. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall. She listened hard to see if he was approaching, she didn't hear anything, or did she? She thought she heard very faint footsteps, but she wasn't entirely sure. They sounded far-off, but she wasn't going to risk getting caught. She jumped up off the barrel and went into the warehouse.
"It really is dark in here," the girl said, reaching into her pocket to get her wand. "Shit. I left it in my room at the Leaky Cauldron." While her eyes were adjusting to the dark, she attempted to make her way through the lobby area and hopefully into a hallway or something. Her hands were held out in front of her, groping around for a wall or door. She soon found a door, and opened it, not knowing how much time she had left before he entered the building. Her eyes were fully adjusted now, after she closed the door. It appeared that she was in a hallway, long and full of cardboard boxes. She heard a door close. He's here, she thought. She started to run, bumping into boxes, and knocking everything over as she made her way down the hall. THUD. "Ah, shit. Damn wooden crates! Now I can hurt myself even more! This is f-in great." She rubbed her knees then looked back behind her and saw a faint light from a wand. She thought it was kind of stupid he was doing that, you know letting the prey see the predator, but it made her happy that she was at least that far away. She started running again. She kept bumping into the big heavy crates and tripping on various things. She kept looking back over her shoulder to see where he was. It looked like he was at the door still but - - she heard something move behind her. It's probably just a rat or something.
She kept going down the hall; she eventually came to the end where there was a door to her right. She opened it, stood there for a second then turned to walk to the center of the hall. She had to be completely positive he wasn't right behind her. The light from his 'wand' looked closer now, maybe I should go now. She turned to face the door, and started to take a step in that direction, but suddenly a hand covered her mouth and pulled her back onto one of the large wooden crates, at the same time a silky cloth was thrown over her, as well. Her captor pulled her close, hand still over her mouth. "Shh," he whispered, "You don't want him to find us." She nodded, she didn't know who he was exactly, but he sounded wicked familiar.
The pair lay on the wooden crate for a few minutes before the light of her pursuer got near them. He was wearing a long, black cloak that covered his face, but she could tell that he was scanning the hidden crevasses between the boxes and crates for her. When he was satisfied she wasn't there, he proceeded through the door, and closed it. She started to sit up, but her captor pulled her back down. "Hold on a second," and surely enough, seconds later the door opened and her pursuer stood in the doorway. He looked around quickly and turned to leave again. After he closed the door, she sat up, pulling the cloth off her and her captor, "that was close."