Ok, this story is about the best character of Harry Potter, well one of
them anyway. But I'm not going to say who it is, so you'll just have to
guess. Read on!
.:: Chapter One ::.
I cannot believe I did that! All of that! And now this! My whole life seems like it is spinning out of control. Everything I used to know, everything I used to believe in has changed.
"Would you like some breakfast before we leave, my dear?" The voice of the kind lady called up the stairs and reached my ears.
"Yes please, I'll be right down." I called down to her. She was so kind, watching over me in hospital, letting me stay with her, and now, taking me to stay with her brother and his family, just so I wouldn't be alone.
"Woof! Woof Woof Woof!" Dogs barked around me as I walked down the stairs, scratching lots of furry heads.
I could never have imagined the kindness and the trustfulness of muggles. I always believed them to be inferior to my kind, but then, that was how I was raised.
"Good morning dear, bacon, eggs, sausages? How did you sleep?" She bombarded me with questions time and time again over breakfast, almost always the same ones.
"I sleep well thank you. Yes I'd love some bacon and eggs." I was learning to polite as I grew in my belief that muggles were kinder than we were, more . I don't know, just better people in general . like how many people at school believed them to be. And especially how she believed them to be . and her friends, but they were raised loving muggles and being surrounded by them. Could she ever accept me? I doubt it!
Another question to be answered. "And how is your arm?"
"It still hurts, but it isn't as bad as it was."
"And your back? Does it still hurt to sleep on it?"
"Yes, I'm afraid my father burned me very badly there."
That wasn't exactly a lie. He did have a hand in it. He stood back and let them do it to me, and then when they had left, he started on me. My mother just watched. To both of them, I was a disgrace, completely unlike them, just because I had saved her life. She didn't deserve that, no-one did, or does. And so I stunned them both. I'm sure someone will find them and un- stun them, and then I will worse than dead.
I am an outcast, no-one can love me, I don't even know if I can go back to school, they will know. All my clothes, and school things are there, at home.
I will be forever grateful to you, I looked up at the kind-hearted female as we ate. You have helped me through this difficult stage of my life, I don't know how to thank you, but all I know is that you can never find out my secret. I thought to myself, it's not like I could tell her.
My secret. My skills, or not, as a wizard. Would she be in danger? I do not know, but I don't want to find out either.
She was talking again. "And everything is ready, the dogs are going to be looked after, except for him, he'll be coming with us." She pointed at the dog lying on the table, eating his breakfast with us. "Are you ready yet?"
"Nearly, I just have to get washed, then I'm ready."
"Good, good."
When I had been washed and dragged my small bag down to her large one, she bustled out of the kitchen with her favourite dog under her arms, she said, "Now remember what I have told you about them all. Especially the mongrel."
I laughed, she wasn't talking about a dog, apparently they didn't like animals much. The mongrel was their nephew, a badly bred boy. But their son was a wonderful loving person, I should get on well with him.
Still as I walked to the car that pulled up in front of her house, I felt in my back pocket for my wand. Something didn't feel right, and I didn't want to be caught off guard.
.:: Chapter One ::.
I cannot believe I did that! All of that! And now this! My whole life seems like it is spinning out of control. Everything I used to know, everything I used to believe in has changed.
"Would you like some breakfast before we leave, my dear?" The voice of the kind lady called up the stairs and reached my ears.
"Yes please, I'll be right down." I called down to her. She was so kind, watching over me in hospital, letting me stay with her, and now, taking me to stay with her brother and his family, just so I wouldn't be alone.
"Woof! Woof Woof Woof!" Dogs barked around me as I walked down the stairs, scratching lots of furry heads.
I could never have imagined the kindness and the trustfulness of muggles. I always believed them to be inferior to my kind, but then, that was how I was raised.
"Good morning dear, bacon, eggs, sausages? How did you sleep?" She bombarded me with questions time and time again over breakfast, almost always the same ones.
"I sleep well thank you. Yes I'd love some bacon and eggs." I was learning to polite as I grew in my belief that muggles were kinder than we were, more . I don't know, just better people in general . like how many people at school believed them to be. And especially how she believed them to be . and her friends, but they were raised loving muggles and being surrounded by them. Could she ever accept me? I doubt it!
Another question to be answered. "And how is your arm?"
"It still hurts, but it isn't as bad as it was."
"And your back? Does it still hurt to sleep on it?"
"Yes, I'm afraid my father burned me very badly there."
That wasn't exactly a lie. He did have a hand in it. He stood back and let them do it to me, and then when they had left, he started on me. My mother just watched. To both of them, I was a disgrace, completely unlike them, just because I had saved her life. She didn't deserve that, no-one did, or does. And so I stunned them both. I'm sure someone will find them and un- stun them, and then I will worse than dead.
I am an outcast, no-one can love me, I don't even know if I can go back to school, they will know. All my clothes, and school things are there, at home.
I will be forever grateful to you, I looked up at the kind-hearted female as we ate. You have helped me through this difficult stage of my life, I don't know how to thank you, but all I know is that you can never find out my secret. I thought to myself, it's not like I could tell her.
My secret. My skills, or not, as a wizard. Would she be in danger? I do not know, but I don't want to find out either.
She was talking again. "And everything is ready, the dogs are going to be looked after, except for him, he'll be coming with us." She pointed at the dog lying on the table, eating his breakfast with us. "Are you ready yet?"
"Nearly, I just have to get washed, then I'm ready."
"Good, good."
When I had been washed and dragged my small bag down to her large one, she bustled out of the kitchen with her favourite dog under her arms, she said, "Now remember what I have told you about them all. Especially the mongrel."
I laughed, she wasn't talking about a dog, apparently they didn't like animals much. The mongrel was their nephew, a badly bred boy. But their son was a wonderful loving person, I should get on well with him.
Still as I walked to the car that pulled up in front of her house, I felt in my back pocket for my wand. Something didn't feel right, and I didn't want to be caught off guard.