My life was as normal as can be; except for one thing…I didn't have any parents and had to live with my aunt Fenna. I never knew my dad, and my mother was killed, god knows how. So as I said before my life was normal. But pay attention to the keyword 'WAS'. Everything started becoming un-normal one evening as I walked home from school. Earlier that day I had a substitute home room teacher which was also my science teacher. And coincidentally that was the day we got our report cards. So I had science first block, and as I was heading out, the substitute teacher, Mr. Weasley, stopped me and said in his thick British accent, "So I'll be seeing you later on today for report cards, correct?" I was really surprised that he was even talking to me so my two best friends, Jenna and Jake, stopped and turned to look at Mr. Weasley together. "Right." I said with a look that said that I really didn't care and thought that he was really weird. I keep on walking trying to catch up with my friends, but when I get to the door I turn to look at Mr. Weasley and see him looking at me as if he was trying to solve a very hard math equation, with his arms crossed. So I just ran out and caught up with my friends at the snack bar. "Oh my god Izzy! He is like so hot. The red hair just makes it official. Oh and the British accent. It is a mixture of hotness and cuteness. Sexiness!" Jenna said literally jumping up and down as I caught up to them in the snack room. Jake just smirked, and I knew he would say something that would seriously piss Jenna off. So I just shook my head waiting for his bizarre comment and as I said it came. "So, if I speak like this," he said speaking in a British accent that was sooo fake, "you'd think I was sexy?" Jenna turned around in her chair and slapped him on his chest. Wow! Okay that's not her usual reaction but I would have to find out why later, now I had Algebra. So back to the end of the day. I had Gym last block so I quickly changed out and ran to my science class as I was already late. As I got there the bell started yelling, so I let out a breath in my seat. As I entered, Mr. Weasley looked bewildered, but when I came in and he saw me he seemed to let out a deep breath of his own. "Okay class. As I call your name…" he started to say reading off the paper of instructions that Mrs. Lyons left behind "you have to come up and …. Sign like a rock star?" he asked, obviously bewildered by the phrase my teacher used so we could sign quickly. But the way he said it with his accent and the way his face crunched up in frustration and bewilderment made me see what Jenna meant earlier. After he called me up he asked me if I could stay later so he could talk to me. I really didn't want to spend any more time than I already had to in that class but at the moment I didn't see a way out of it, until my friend, Melissa, starts screaming at everyone in bewilderment. Obviously she got a 95 in math which she didn't accept. She only accepted 100's for math. So I knew that she'd stay with Mr. Weasley after class so I might get away. After the bell rang, Melissa literally pounced on Mr. Weasley. He was so bewildered and frustrated so I took that as the chance to run. But as I reach the door, I see him looking around for me, trying to look around Melissa. So I just hurried up to my locker, opened it, pulled my stuff out and quickly ran out of the door. As I opened it a huge rush of wind hit me full force which felt good after being trapped in a building for the whole day. I started walking towards the side walk and found Jake running after Jenna with a stick covered with mud and a worm. She was screaming so I just walked past them with my earphones in my ears full blast. But I could still hear them calling my name, but I just didn't feel like walking to their houses before mine because mine was way farther than theirs. So I already had to walk a mile in a secluded place next to the road, but not exactly within its sight. So I just kept walking with the wind throwing my honey blonde hair behind me in a wild tirade. I pulled my jacket around me tighter, and scrunched my shoulders against the cold even though I welcomed it. But I guess I was actually scrunching my shoulders to let Jenna and Jake knew that I wasn't in the mood, and I just knew that they'd understand. This wasn't the first day I felt so trapped at school and I was sure it wouldn't be the last time either. So I kept on walking until I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I slightly jumped up and turned my face to find Mr. Weasley in his dress shirt only. No jacket. Who would be that stupid, but whatever. I quickly pulled my ear buds out of my ears, kept on walking with him next to me keeping pace, and said, "Oh. Hey Mr. Weasley."
"Hey. I didn't see you after class." He said looking straight at me even though I was looking straight in front of me.
"Oh. I… it was just really crowded so I sort of forgot." I said emotionlessly trying to keep my blushing at bay.
"Oh, yah. It was really crowded. Mellissa just... took up the whole room." He said spreading his hands in front of him to prove his point. At this point I turned around not being able to conceal my smile. So I turn around but I was still walking and the wind was whipping my hair back but I smiled at him. He turned to look straight in front of him with a wide grin and he held his head high. I just kept staring at him with a smile and studying the details of his face. Then I turned around to look in front of me again with a grin on my face. But from the corner of my face I could see him turn to look at me. So I turned to look at him, but as I was turning the sky became dark all of a sudden and a bolt of lightning shook the ground with a following clash of thunder. I slightly jumped and saw Mr. Weasley looking up in the sky and slightly cursing. His red hair was wavy and not in a buzz cut but a bit taller so some hair was waving around his face as he was looking up at the sky. He quickly looked at me, while I was admiring his face and hair, with a worried expression that sort of scared the smile off of my face. He took my hand and started running towards nothing in particular. At first I looked at him, and then our hands joined together and then back at him. Then I heard a loud crack to my right, left, and up. There was a cracking everywhere. I tried to look back but Mr. Weasley kept on running, pulling me with him. But I got a glimpse of dark figures running behind us with…. sticks? I was interrupted from my deep thoughts of the sticks they were holding by the loudest crack of them all right in front of me. At this point, we had to stop; because it appeared that we were surrounded by dark figures with those stick thingies. Then I noticed that all this time Mr. Weasley was still holding my hand. He was breathing deeply and quickly with a look of pure fear on his face with a bit determination. But for what? I didn't know. So when Mr. Weasley reached into his shirt and got out a stick with his other hand, I didn't know what to do. He squeezed my hand then started saying something that sounded like …. Latin? I didn't have a clue. Flames or sparks or whatever started flying out of his stick and hitting one of the dark figures. The one next to the hit dark figure then shot something at Mr. Weasley and his stick immediately flew out of his hand and landed two yards away. They started getting closer when one of them threw a spark or flame at me and it hit me straight in the stomach. At first it hurt like hell and I fell to the floor my hand flying out of Mr. Weasley's straight to my stomach. I started gasping quickly but out of the corner of my eye I saw someone come up behind the dark figures and shoot them. I managed to stand up with Mr. Weasley's help but then he ran to his wand and started shooting things at the dark figures. After a few minutes they were all down except one. That one took the chance and shot at the person that came to help us. The person immediately fell to the floor and didn't move while Mr. Weasley hit that one. I wanted to scream but was in too much agony. But wait that should make me want to scream even more. But instead I started feeling like I was about to be knocked right off my feet. Obviously Mr. Weasley realized that so he tucked his wand back into his shirt and carried me like a little baby towards the person that was trying to help us but most likely dead. As I got there Mr. Weasley let me down and I stood over the surely dead person. I couldn't believe my eyes. There had to be a mistake. It couldn't be. It was…
Dun, dun, duuuuun! Heheh. Who do you think it will be? And give me your ideas because I honestly don't know if it's good or not. If it is, don't hesitate and review. Even if it's bad…huh :( but still. And I honestly don't know where this is going soooo…. Oh and who can guess who Mr. Weasley is. Which Weasley is he? Lols! I'm sort of thinking that they … why am I telling. You'll just have to read and review.