Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything associated. All I own is Ally, Clara, and several other characters that will be announced later.
Chapter One: The Living Nightmare
It was another boring day in the life of Clara Samuels. Yet again she was stuck in the backseat of her families suburban, dying from the heat, and the smoke that drifted from her mother's cigarette. Her brother and father sat in the front enjoying the airconditioning that seemed to just stay around them. It was as if they had magical powers.
In reality, Clara was the only member of her family with magical powers and while she was gifted with the magic she possessed, it was summer and she wasn't aloud to conjure up anything. Even a small paper fan.
Clara stared down at her book, having lost interest in it due to the fact that it was too hot. Her mother lit up another cigarette and rolled down the window a crack. Just when it seemed to have cooled down, her mother opened the window and let all the air out. Clara sighed heavily and stared out the window.
'Damn this horrible weather.' Clara thought.
Her father and brother began to laugh loudly at a dirty joke her brother told and Clara began to laugh as well. Her mother just shook her head and looked down at her own book. Clara looked towards her father and stared at an uncoming car. It was in another lane, but there was something about it. As it drew closer, Clara grasped her father's shoulder and shook it gently.
"Turn down this street." She said.
"Why?" Her father asked.
"Something's not right." Said Clara. She saw the face of the driver and in an instant, the driver seemed to disappear.
The car swerved in front of them and Clara whispered harshly a name. A name barely audible by anyone but herself. She whispered more words right as the car struck their suburban. By some miracle their suburban erupted into flames and for a moment, Clara could feel immense pain rush through her and she could hear her family scream. Suddenly, everything went dark and she felt no more pain.
Ocean's Side, Maine
Ally slept in her bed, enjoying the vacation she had earned during her school year prior to that summer. The wind blew gently through her window moving her brown hair across her face. She seemed peaceful until she began to sweat like crazy.
She was breathing harshly and thrashing back and forth. She shot up in pain and clutched her heart. Blood trickled from her nose and Ally got out of bed and walked into her bathroom. She flicked on the light and rushed for the Kleenex.
Ally looked up into the mirror and gasped. She fell backwards and landed on the floor. She slowly stood up and looked into the mirror. There was Clara. Her face and body seemed to alter between to appearances. One of life, her normal self, and one of death, burned marks and scars. Blood trickled from Clara and Ally's nose and Ally leaned forward.
"Clara?" She whispered.
'Ally.' Came the echoed voice of Clara. 'Help me.'
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