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Chapter 01-1

April

Sometimes it's harder to tell something to someone else when you haven't told yourself. For example, if something weird or different happened to you but you had to tell someone, you have to relay in your mind, roughly, what you'll say; and in some way, admitting to yourself that it actually happened. I really only had to go through that once. I had to tell my worst secret to one of my best friends, to try to keep him from making the worst decision of his life. It didn't work. But I still tried. I was willing to do whatever it took. And I guess, after all, that's what this story I'm about to tell is really all about.

I was born into a magical family. My father was a Death Eater, by persuasion (or force, however you look at it.) He was a friend of Tom Riddle in school, before he became the Dark Lord. During the years before he tried to kill Harry Potter, he threatened to kill my father if he didn't become a Death Eater. Thus, my father lied about having a wife for her safety. Six months before I was born, my parents decided they simply could not raise the child they were having in that dark kind of world. My father broke away from the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord and betrayed their location to the DMLE, who arrested many Death Eaters and sent them to Azkaban. My father knew the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters would surely kill him, so before they could find him, he kissed Daphne, my older sister who was two years old at the time, my mother, and her stomach, where I was beginning to form. Then he went off somewhere. My mother still doesn't know to this day; he hadn't told her. And I'd never seen him again. I've seen pictures of my father, but I never knew him.

My mother and I were very different, but we loved each other more than anything. My mother was very quiet and reserved. She didn't get out of the house a lot, but she read so much, it was like she was somewhere else all the time. She was sort of in her own world most of my childhood, while I was usually very realistic and practical in my reasoning and ways. She was tall and had a healthy build, but I've been short all my life and was skin-and-bones skinny when I was a kid. There was one thing I had in common with my mother. We both were very casual about using magic. We never really did unless it was completely necessary. My mother only apparated to get around because it was cheaper than using money for gasoline. She kept her wand in a drawer beside her bed for emergencies, but other than that, we lived as though we were muggles, and we hardly ever found anything wrong with that.

When I was five years old, I met a girl named April Simmons. Her family moved into the house right beside ours, and immediately we knew they were a magical family like us. She was very petite, with long blonde hair and a smile that could warm you to the bone. Immediately we were best friends. There was no rhyme or reason, no question to it at all. We just met, and she was my best friend. Just like that; it was like we were made to be best friends.

As we grew up together, I was more and more sure we were going to be best friends for all of our lives. She was my other half, and we literally did everything together. I loved her more than any of my other friends, although I wasn't about to let them know that. But April knew. April always knew, because I told her everything. Every secret I had was April's secret also. As we got even older, into 4th and 5th grades, we both started having the same hints that we were witches. We could do certain things that all the other kids couldn't. With both of us being born into magical families, there was hardly any doubt about it. We would lay in bed at night-when I stayed at her house, or she stayed at mine-and talk for hours about our dreams of going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She got her letter before mine, but our birthdays were exactly one month apart, so it wasn't long until I got mine also. Exactly two days after my eleventh birthday, I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter. My mother was so happy, she put down her book and said in a determined tone, "Well, you know what this calls for, right? We're having a party! Call April over."

"Mum, we don't have to, we had a party with April just the other day," I said, smiling.

"I know, but this is another special occasion! Go on," she said and led my sister, Daphne, over to the refrigerator. She pulled out leftover homemade cake from my birthday party just as I was walking out the door for April's. April and I came back to one slice of cake for each of us, and my mother put on a jazz record. We all danced, April, my mother, Daphne, and I. I stood on my mother's feet during the slow songs, April stood on Daphne's, and we danced around the room. It was one of the happiest times of my childhood.

April and I couldn't wait to pack up our suitcases and go, even though the Hogwarts Express didn't leave for a little over a month. We ended up going to Diagon Alley early to get our supplies. After looking around at all the sights, we decided to get down to business. First we bought our uniforms, and then our books. Then our telescopes, our scales, our cauldrons, and our phials. We stopped at Magical Menagerie and found two practically identical ginger cats. We absolutely loved them, and bought them immediately. The last thing to do was to buy our wands. After frivolously searching for the right wand for me at Ollivander's and going through around twenty wands, we finally found the right one. Nine-and-a-half inches, phoenix feather, and pine. April's was nine inches, phoenix feather, and cedar. We were so excited to get our new wands, we couldn't wait to use them! Although our mothers both said to wait until we learned to use them correctly, we secretly planned to try them out the next time we spent the night with each other. We left the empty wand boxes with our mothers so they could pay for them, and went outside. There were so many more people than there were when we first arrived; it was midday now. But April stood still, listening to something over the noise of the crowd.

"Do you hear that?" she asked.

"Hear what?"

"It sounds like someone's screaming, like they're hurt. Coming from around the back of Olivander's. Come on, let's go see if we can help!" April sneaked around the side of the building, and I followed suit, even though I already had a feeling that this wasn't the best idea. April peeked around the corner, and then turned back to me.

"He's hurting that poor girl!"

"Well, what can we do about it?" I asked.

"We have these," she held up her wand and smiled her mischievous smile at me. I smiled back cautiously.

"Okay, we run out on three. I'll tell him to stop and if he doesn't listen, we'll get him! One, two..."

"April, what if-"

"Three!"

She was already running out, and I felt the need to follow her, to protect her from the harm I felt was coming.

"Hey!" she yelled at the man. He turned, and as he did, the woman he was torturing slumped to the ground in a heap. I could see she was still breathing though.

"Leave her alone!" April had that dangerous amount of authority in her voice.

"And what are you going to do to me, little girl?" the man taunted her in his thick foreign accent and smiled, showing two rows of nasty yellow teeth.

April lifted her wand, and bellowed, "Expelliarmus!"

The man's wand flew out of his hand and clattered on the floor beside him. He looked at April, seemingly shocked that such a big voice had come out of such a small girl. I wondered for a second where she had learned the spell. He quickly regained his composure, and reached down to retrieve his wand. With just a slight flick of his hand, April's wand flew across the abandoned back alley, way out of reach. Then he drew back his arm, and before even I knew what I was doing, I ran over and shielded April with my back to the man. I suddenly heard what sounded like a large sudden gust of wind, and felt immediate pain on my left shoulder blade. I staggered a couple steps, then fell to the ground.

"You foul, horrible person!" April spat at the man and started to run over to me.

I watched with horrible realization as a green light flashed across the alley and hit April in the stomach. She stepped backward, her eyes shut tightly, screaming and clutching her stomach, and then collapsed in a heap on the ground.

By the time I looked back over, where the man had once been standing, a black fog-like substance was disappearing into the sky. I could feel the blood soaking my shirt, but nothing could stop me from crawling my way over to April. I took her hand in mine.

"April!" I yelled, crying, "April, wake up! Please, April, wake up! Listen to me, April, you can't be dead! You can't!" My arms gave out and I collapsed, my head on top of April's stomach. I heard someone screaming and sobbing until I realized it was me. I didn't notice the people rapidly gathering around me. I barely cared when a paramedic scooped me into his arms and carried me like a baby to the ambulance. I didn't fully respond to any of my mother's questions in the ride to the hospital. April was dead. Nothing mattered except that April was gone. My best friend, out of my life, forever. I should have stopped her. I should have said something before we even rounded the side of Ollivander's. I should have known.

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