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Mona Abd Allah
Intro: This story is about a girl that is moved from the Saudi Arabian Magical School (SAMS) on account of an attack by He Who Must Not Be Named on her powerful family. She is moved to London, where she attends Hogwarts and meets the famous Harry Potter in their sixth year. This story is full of adventure, mystery, emotion, romance and suspicion as He Who Must Not Be Named rises in his power like never before.
1-Family

Away from the hustle bustle of the magical world lived a happy girl in Saudi Arabia. Mona Abd Allah lived as a single child with her mother and father in her native home land. But, even among the magical world, her family was far from ordinary. Her father, Ali Abd Allah, was born in the southern west deserts of Saudi Arabia. He was the leader of a nomadic tribe to the muggles. But to wizards, he controlled the winds of the desert. Often, one could see him sitting for hours in one spot looking up at the sky. In truth, he was listening to the wind, for it would bring him news from throughout the world faster than any owl. Like all of his kind, his skin is tanned and his eyes are a sky blue. Mona's mother is the powerful Isabella Snape born in England. Her eyes and hair are the deepest of black, and her skin a chalky white, no matter how long she stays out in the sun. Though a legend feared among muggles, Isabella is also a vampire. It ran in her blood for as long as she could remember. At will, she could transform into a bat and fly away, but only at night for the rays of the sun prevent her transformation by day. Their first and only daughter was Mona, Mona Abd Allah. She was born on August 4th in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia. She had sky blue eyes, white skin, and black hair. By age five, Mona's beauty attracted so much attention that they told her to wear hagab (the black veil Muslim's wear), even though they weren't Muslim. She had just got her OWL's from SAMS, her school, and she had passed with grades good enough to become an auror. As a gift, her parents were going to celebrate her sixteenth birthday in the desert, her home land for ages. But on that summer night, disaster struck.
2-Birthday

'Happy Birthday, Mona,' said her mother as she kissed her forehead. Mona, her parents, and the Nomadic tribe were all sitting around a fire in the desert celebrating Mona's birthday. She was wearing her black veil, which only showed her eyes and the rest of her robes which were embroidered in silver. The tribe had given her gifts. Rare flowers, jewelry, clothing, silks, she felt so happy to have all these things, especially from her beloved tribe. Jasmine, though older than her and married with a child, was her best friend here, and she was the closest thing to a sister Mona ever had. Jasmine had given her a Czechoslovakian ruby necklace that would heat up when something went wrong. 'You're always getting yourself in trouble,' she had said, while putting it on her neck under her veil.
Her mother had given her something very special to her. It was a small cat. It had thick black fur, a few white stripes like a tiger, and sky blue eyes, just like her. 'It's beautiful,' she had told her mom, while holding the cat in her arms.
'She's beautiful,' her mom corrected. 'She also has summoning powers; she'll understand you. I'm sure you'll never find a more loyal pet anywhere.' Her mom said proudly. 'So, what are you going to name her?'
'Zara, I'll name her Zara,' Mona said as her cat started to purr. Her father stood up, 'Today,' he said, 'our beloved daughter is sixteen. She has finally reached the age, where she can live up to the great responsibility that has been blessed to my family. Mona, my gift to you is the power of the winds.' She could barely help but smile her radiant smile. Finally, she could listen to the wind. Oh, she could hear all the news and... and... everything she wanted to know. 'Thank you father,' she managed to say as she felt a new power settling within her, while the tribe cheered. 'Oh, and one more thing,' he said and handed her a heavy package. 'This is a flying carpet. To muggles, it looks like one that Muslims pray on, but since we know better,' he said looking at the tribe as they laughed, 'we know, it's like the flying carpet's in Iraq, except it'll take you wherever you want to go, even if you don't know where it is.' The tribe laughed again.
3-Storm

Suddenly, a strong wind picked up. Sand flew, and everyone looked to their leader. 'Father,' said Mona, 'I hear something.' Her ears had suddenly filled with a sort of whispering and footsteps, soft footsteps. 'How can I hear this?' she thought as her necklace started to heat her skin. Just then, her father had straightened and his face had paled, 'He's here,' he whispered. Red lights started flashing around the camp as Mona was swiftly knocked to the ground by both her mother and father's weight. 'What's going on?' she asked. 'Listen to us,' her mother had demanded. 'You must leave. Take the carpet.' Swiftly, Zara had summoned the carpet. 'Mona, go to Egypt, to your cousins, the Cleopatra's. Tell them that you must go to Dumbledore's school in London, Hogwarts.' Her father had started to shout, since the winds had picked up terribly. 'Listen, just go; don't look back!' He turned to her mother, 'You go with her!' 'No, I can't leave you!' she shouted back. He knew he couldn't change his wife's mind. 'Go, Mona!' he said throwing her and her cat on the carpet. 'JUST GO,' he shouted as he threw the carpet into the air. The carpet zoomed off north magnificently and for a moment Mona was awestruck. For just a moment, she thought of all her gifts and how all she had was her cat, carpet, and necklace left. Hands holding the carpet tight, she looked back. The camp was ablaze and she saw her best friend running with her baby in her arms. Curses were being thrown back and forth as a sandstorm struck up. 'Dad's still trying to save me, he's giving me a chance to escape,' she thought. A swift wind passed her ear and she heard the last sound she would ever hear her parents make, their screams. A single tear rolled down her cheek and was lost in the storm, just like those that she loved best.