Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter and don't make money with my crappy
writing.
If
I would, there would be a lot more slash in there, mind you.
Chapter 1
-Bring me
to Life-
Avrielle
Sierra Blutbuche was actually a completely ordinary girl.
Her
honey-brown hair fell down to her hips, covering her back in soft,
silky waves.
Her eyes
were a greenish brown, her skin pale and clear. She was skinny, but
still had quite nice curves where girls should have them. She was an
orphan and had never known her parents, but she was sure that they
had loved her before they died.
One day
she took the bus.
It was a
strange little hobby of hers. She just took the bus and randomly went
on it for five, maybe six stations and hopped out wherever she wanted
to explore the place. She liked to explore and in her deep and
beautiful eyes shone a huge thirst for knowledge.
The bus
she took today was empty. Only she was there, and the bus-driver, of
course. That was strange. She took a seat and stared out at the
window, turning on her MP3-Player to listen to some good Music, like
My Chemical Romance and Linkin Park. She always tried to look happy,
but on the inside was a deep pain that tore her heart.
All the
other people in the Orphanage were mean to her and no one understood
her.
She liked to write poetry and had 'intelligent Hobbies', not like the dumb preppy girls who only cared about make-up, boys and fashion. Avrielle always tried to show the world a brave smile, but the smile was just a hollow mask. On the bus, her façade cracked and she let a single tear roll down her smooth, pale cheek. She wiped it away furiously and took out her trusted note-book to write down another poem.
The bus
halted and a tall, slender man entered.
He had
rather long, platinum blond hair which framed his face nicely. He
looked a bit feminine, with his delicate features and large blue
eyes, framed by dark lashes. Avrielle guessed that he was around 20,
but he gave off an Aura of agelessness. He looked at Avrielle
shortly, his face stunning but emotionless, like the empty face of a
doll. Avrielle smiled at him and looked out of the window again.
Wait… Where were they?
The landscape outside looked completely different all of a sudden, and it nearly looked like the bus was driving over the clouds! Actually, the bus WAS driving in the sky, on invisible roads that carried the Stranger and Avrielle to an unimagineable place.
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Harry Potter, Chosen one and one of the hottest boys in Hogwarts was polishing his broom handle when he got the message. He had been in contact with Lupin a lot lately, who helped him greatly in his search for the remaining Horcruxes. Everyone was mourning Dumbledore's death, but life had to go on. Especially in times of war and tragedy. Now said Lupin had sent him an owl with a letter attached to it's legs and Harry laid down the broom carefully to open the Letter.
Dear
Harry,
It's
possible that Voldemort has made 8 instead of 7 Horcruxes.
I'm
investigating this with Severus right now, but please don't worry,
it might be wrong
Just
thought you'd like to be warned.
Lupin
What
wonderful news! Not. Harry sighed and wrote a quick reply.
Then he
picked up his broom and stroked the handle really good.
It was a
nice stress relieve. And the shiny wood after he finished his work
was always a wonderful reward.
Suddenly
the door to his room opened.
Could that
be..?
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-Who is the mystery visitor for Harry? Where are Avrielle and the beautiful Stranger going? Just keep on reading and find out!-
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