This is my first story, so I ask that people don't criticize it to badly. I own nothing in my story except my character, Sheila, and any details I add that aren't in any books. The rest is J. K. Rowlings.
******
PrologueHalloween. Nobody expected anything to happen. Children ran from house to house yelling, "Trick or Treat!" A young girl, about one year old, was at her mother's friend's house. She knew nothing of what was to happen that night and how it would change her world.
It was late, and the girl was fast asleep. She had a dream, but she couldn't see much, just someone falling down. Then someone in a cloak was there. Suddenly a flash of green light hit someone.
The girl cried out in pain. A woman came in to see the girl holding her arm, crying. The girl held out her arm for the woman to see. A scratch had suddenly appeared on her arm. The woman was baffled. The girl had been fast asleep. How did that happen? Then the scratch began to glow. The girl screamed in pain, but nothing could be done.
Sheila sat up in bed, wondering how she had this memory of something that happened ten years ago.