Prologue
-Ever since my parents passed last year, the sound of a silent house haunted me. I couldn't stand the fact that I was completely alone. Many would laugh at the fact that a 17 year old girl is still very dependent of her parents. But now I've learned to accept the fact that I am alone; completely, utterly alone.
Pushing myself off of the couch, I made my way over to my small kitchen. Hearing the sound of my kettle whistling, I quickly grabbed my mug and poured myself a cup. Feeling the familiar warmth of the tea, I let out a hum of appreciation. I slid onto the counter and stared blankly at the calendar on the wall. July 29th, 2013. It's been an exhausting year, filling out paperwork (something many people my age don't do) and making a living for myself.
Suddenly, I began to feel light headed and I stumbled back a bit. A tugging sensation occurred and I gripped the mug tighter. The ground started to disappear from beneath me and I quickly shut my eyes. I felt as if I was going through a tube as my body stretched and pulled from different angles. In the process of this, my tea was spilling around everywhere. The odd sensation came to an end as I started to fall. My body slammed onto a hard table and I heard gasps.
I slowly opened my eyes, my torso and back very sore (and most likely to start bruising). A group of people surrounded me with sticks pointed directly down at me. I heard a few shouts and screams of terror, but soon I heard a loud shrieking coming from somewhere near.
"Filthy scum; half-breeds, mutants, freaks, mudbloods in my house! How dare you befoul the House of Black!"
Recognizing the term 'mudblood', I clenched my eyes shut and swore.
"Fuck."
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