Chapter 1
"Minerva, I don't know what to do," His voice was shaky.
"Albus, we must go. The muggles will be here any moment," She tugged at the sleeve of his black robes.
"But, the child," He whimpered.
"Just, ju-"
"Freeze! Put your hands on your head and get on the floor. This is the police!" A strong voice commanded, amplified by a megaphone.
CRACK! POP!
A small child sat on the floor next to the body of a dead woman, a huge hole gaping on her chest where a silver sword had been lodged. Two paramedics rushed over, one picking up the child and the other falling to the side of the woman. Desperately, he searched her neck with two fingers for some faint sign of a pulse, but none came. He removed his hand and let his sweating forehead fall into it, not minding that he had just caked his face with dry, cold blood.
The woman's black eyes stared blankly up at the man, her pale face plastered in dry blood, lifeless. In the arms of the other paramedic, a seemingly miniature version of the woman curled up, peering out at the woman-her mother. She was a smart young girl and she knew that there was something very wrong with her mother. At the thought of this, the girl suddenly broke into tears.
Once at the hospital, the little girl reached into her diaper and felt the object that she'd taken from her mom's pocket. It was a sort of stick, black and wooden, but far more special than any other stick. She recalled vividly seeing the jets of light, a bright green jet come from the tip, and then she fell back, forced backwards by the power of the blast and had striken her arm on something hard. And it hurt. At this, she screamed... Also screaming, Rachel Moiser awoke to clash with the ceiling and roll off the edge of her bed to meet the floor with an awful loud THUNK.
"Minerva, I don't know what to do," His voice was shaky.
"Albus, we must go. The muggles will be here any moment," She tugged at the sleeve of his black robes.
"But, the child," He whimpered.
"Just, ju-"
"Freeze! Put your hands on your head and get on the floor. This is the police!" A strong voice commanded, amplified by a megaphone.
CRACK! POP!
A small child sat on the floor next to the body of a dead woman, a huge hole gaping on her chest where a silver sword had been lodged. Two paramedics rushed over, one picking up the child and the other falling to the side of the woman. Desperately, he searched her neck with two fingers for some faint sign of a pulse, but none came. He removed his hand and let his sweating forehead fall into it, not minding that he had just caked his face with dry, cold blood.
The woman's black eyes stared blankly up at the man, her pale face plastered in dry blood, lifeless. In the arms of the other paramedic, a seemingly miniature version of the woman curled up, peering out at the woman-her mother. She was a smart young girl and she knew that there was something very wrong with her mother. At the thought of this, the girl suddenly broke into tears.
Once at the hospital, the little girl reached into her diaper and felt the object that she'd taken from her mom's pocket. It was a sort of stick, black and wooden, but far more special than any other stick. She recalled vividly seeing the jets of light, a bright green jet come from the tip, and then she fell back, forced backwards by the power of the blast and had striken her arm on something hard. And it hurt. At this, she screamed... Also screaming, Rachel Moiser awoke to clash with the ceiling and roll off the edge of her bed to meet the floor with an awful loud THUNK.