Disclamer: I DO NOT own Repo The Genetic Opera or Harry Potter (sadly) so no suing me!! Hahahaha
"Everyone is dead!" Shiloh shouted at her mothers picture in her tomb. 'Mom, you are dead and now dad is dead, Mag is dead……I guess I'm glad that fat fucker Largo is dead, but still…" she sniffled all alone. "I could have had GeneCo but I'm too young to know what I'm doin," she mumbled to herself while rocking back and froth, so scared & alone. She cried so hard that she couldn't breath, and her little watch telecomunicator told her that her blood preshure was too high. "no no, its wrong, I'm fine" she tried to tell herself. "I should just kill myself, mommy!" she scramed at the picture. "That way I can be with you and dad and be happy in heaven with you….. well, maybe not dad if he went to hell for making me sick and killing all those people cause he was the Repo man." Shilo looked at her mother's grave and gave a big sigh, still crying. "I need someone to take me away," she whimpered, Suddenly she heard a loud –crack- and looked up. "What the hell?" she mumbles, looking up. Standing there is a boy with scruffy black hair, round glasses, and a scar on his forehead shaped like a lightning bolt. "OMG, how did you get in here!? You weren't here and now you are, it was like magic!?" she was scared and leaped back, shaking in her gothic boots.
The boy just smiled, not caring that she was a muggle or that she was scared. "Just like magic, exactly what you could say," he laughed, tucking the time Turner he'd borrowed from Hermione under his shirt and laughing some more. "Why are you laughing?" Shilo shouted just like she had shouted at her dead mom's picture, but she felt her eyes closing. Everything was so scary and confusing and tiring… Shilo Wallace went limp and began to stumble around, about to fall. The strange boy caught her and held her but then shook her a little. "Hey hey, you have to stay awake," he demanded of her. "You have to tell me what year this is and where I am, I have a lot to exsplain to you, too……." He said, and Shilo managed to somehow stay woken up. "Yes, lots to exsplain…" she mumbles more, barely able to talk right.
"First of all, my name is Harry Potter," the dark haired boy said, sitting Shilo down as gently as he could.
"Harry Potter…." She repeated, numbly. "Harry….."