Hello everyone :)
It's me, SubAct :)
I hope you like the story :)
First of all, I gotta say everyone here is OOC. The good are evil and the evil good. If you don't like that, then stop reading. If you never read it, carry on reading. And if you lilke reading it, do teh same.
This story is a FanFiction, which means people and landscape don't belong to me. I only have had the idea.
Summary:
After her fifth year, Cilia switches from her old school to Hogwarts. Being send on a mission by her father and his friends, she ends up in Slytherin. But poorly not everything is great. The Dark Lord is very angry about the work his Death Eaters do. The fight between good and evil - oder evil and good? - gets to his climax. But what if the protagonists have other problems than creating a new world?
I'm German, so I apologize for some expressions that kinda sound wrong or German. Please say it then. I like writing English stories and would love some constructive critisism.
This story plays after Harry Potters fifth year in Hogwarts.
Cold wind waved her long brown hair in her face. She shivered, but not because of the cold.
For years, she detained herself from getting here. She always had an excuse for not coming. But now, right now, she was here. She was here and there was no way back.
"I should've come earlier…" she murmured, laying the withered flowers down on the weather-beaten grave.
Suddenly she stood up and turned around fitfully. When she went away, she was running.
*It doesn't matter when you are coming. Fact is you came. And only that is impotant.* she heard inside her head. Shocked she turned her head around. But no one stood there.
"Mom?" she asked quietly. But that couldn't be. Her mom died fifteen years ago. Slowly she pursued going down the street she came from.