My first fic ever on this site! So excited!
You could say I had an intense intelligence when I was two, and I wouldn't deny it. I was acutely aware of my surroundings and I could talk, both of these features made what happened to me in my early years scar me for the rest of my life.
It was March 31st, 1980. The war against Voldemort was in full swing, and I… well, I was a two year old who was scared to death and wanted her mother and father. But, my mom and dad were Muggles; they had no idea of what was going on, except for the fact that there seemed to be an extremely dangerous serial killer around, an extreme depression in stock prices, and a nasty weather spell, all of which led to a dreadful mood overall. And, because of my Muggle heritage, I had no true idea of what really was going on, and like all the Muggles, I was clueless to the murders being done by flicks of evil wands. Also like the rest of the Muggles, I was scared. I was scared and desperate for security, I reached for my mother and father in times like this, and they were only too glad to hold me.
I heard a bang, saw a flash of light, and all anguish broke loose. People were running and screaming because a bloody, mangled corpse had dropped from the sky and into the center of the park across the street from our home. My parents came running into the house, and I said, my voice tremulous and shrill, "Mommy, Daddy, what's happening?"
They both looked at me and my mom said, "Sweetie, I know this is immensely scary for you, but you need to trust us all right? We will do everything in our power to protect you, but you need to trust us and do as we say. Can you do that for us?"
Not knowing what else to do, I nodded. "Good," said my mom, "Now, Daddy will take you up to the shrine, and I'll come up with some food and water, and then we'll tell you what's going on, OK?"
I rushed into my father's arms, and he rushed me upstairs. My mom soon followed, her arms full with water bottles, chips, fruits, cookies, chocolate, bread, a wallet, a notebook, keys, and a camera. She locked the door, turned off the lights, and lit one of the candles we had in the room. She then went about in laying out some blankets and pillows for us to sit on. Then, she pulled me into her arms, I could feel her warmth and I could feel her shaking. My mother never shook, she was always strong and steadfast, and so I knew that something was dreadfully wrong for her to be acting like that. So, I said, "Ma, what's wrong?"
She looked at my dad and when he nodded, she said, "Milly, you saw all the screaming and running in the park today, didn't you?" When I nodded, she continued, "And you saw what caused the screaming, too?" When I shuddered in revulsion, she hugged me and continued, "Well, that—thing—was caused by a very bad man who has very bad friends, and they like to hurt people. They want to hurt everyone, and they have the ability to do so, and we are helpless…" she shuddered and continued, "We know that there is a strong possibility that we won't survive this, but we don't want that fate for you."
My father said, "We are going out and fighting this evil, but you are staying at home in this room. You know where the toilet is, you have enough food and water to keep you safe for 3 months and all you need is right next to you."
They both hugged me and said, "We promise we'll come back, but we need you to be safe."
And with that they dropped all of the supplies in the room, tucked me in and walked out of the house. A few moments later, I heard screams and I heard dragging and kicking, and I knew that my parents were in trouble. Now, I was internally screaming, I had no idea what to do, should I stay inside as my parents had told me, or should I go help them. My heart told me that my parents needed help, so I ran down the stairs and opened the front door, but I was too late, there was no sign of anyone anywhere near my house. My whole neighborhood was aflame, and I felt something stir in my heart, my parents were gone and so were the rest of my friends and family.
Once I realized this, I felt tears run down my face and I made the decision that I would find my parents or at least get some closure. Some may say I was being unreasonable and stupid, but I am different than most. But first, I had to get out of the house. So, I went upstairs and grabbed my rolling suitcase. I filled it with everything that was in the shrine room, and set out to find my new home. Some may say I was being unreasonable and stupid, but I am different than most, as I soon realized.
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