Author's Note I AM NOT THE OWNER OF HARRY POTTER OR IT"S CHARACTERS… J K ROWLING IS. ALTHOUGH IF I WAS THE WRITER THEN SIRIUS WOULD BE HANGING OUT WITH HARRY RIGHT NOW!!!! AND DUMBLEDORE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN DEAD!
MoonLight Walker
Our Very Twisted Story begins at the home of Pansy Parkinson. It's 11:30 PM, and she awakes suddenly to one of her parent's frequent verbal altercations. Her birthday is tomorrow, August 4th. Then above the noise of fighting, she hears a strange flapping noise outside her window.
"You're ruining that girl Ruth! You need to tell her. Tomorrow you have to tell her what she is to become when she turn 17 on her birthday." Dan Parkinson yelled at his wife, while they were down in the living room.
Pansy Parkinson woke up to hear this while she was trying to sleep. She was drowsy, but realized it was just her parents… as usual. She decided that if she was ever going to get back to sleep, then she would have to sound proof her room, so that she couldn't hear anything going on outside her room. "Silnosio!" she cried out, as she sat up in between the covers on her four-poster bed. Immediately after she said the spell, the room went pitch black with silence. But before she drifted off to sleep, pansy heard her silvery emerald chiffon window curtains swirl with the powerful movement of the wind. She sat there, and listened to a flapping noise just out side her window.
She got up to shut the window. Pansy smelt the cool cleansing rain waiting to fall silently through the night, and grace every curve of the luxurious Parkinson manor. She didn't see it but just as she closed the window a small bat-like animal flew in and hung to the top of her ceiling. "O my goodness! I am so tired; I need to be well rested for my party tomorrow. Draco is going to be there. Mother said she had a surprise for me when I awake in the morning." And with that last mumbling thought, Pansy Parkinson fell into the deepest sleep she had ever experienced
As she slept she dreamt of seeing people from Hogwarts with two horrible looking dot wounds on the side of their necks. Freely flowing form the wounds was a trail of thick crimson blood. Then Pansy saw her face. The face of a girl from Hogwarts. Pansy couldn't think of the girl's name, but the girl had blood on her teeth, that slowly dripped off her chin onto her robes. The girl's long, smooth, red, hair was dipped in a pool of war blood, from which she had just been drinking.