bDisclaimer: I don't own the HP characters. Ainsley is mine, as is
Jada...because I own Miray. /b
"Please don't kill them! Kill me instead!! Ainsley...take Harry and GO! GET OUT!"
"Hagrid, why don't you let me take Ainsley and Harry?"
"Dumbledore's orders...."
"UNCLE SIRIUS!!!!"
I awoke in a cold sweat. My large room still cloaked in complete darkness. I glanced at the clock on my desk as I sighed and ran my fingers through my long, straight, dark hair. It was 3am.
"I'm so sick of having this dream!" I grumble to myself while walking to the bathroom. I was tired of having to re-live my parents' death and how I wasn't allowed to be with my godfather. I turned on the cold water in the sink and splashed some on my face. I welcomed the sudden burst of cold as I felt the tingling.
For three years I had watched my only brother from a far. I was given strict orders to not approach Harry, and no one was to know that I was his sister. I had watched Harry almost die. Several times. After our parents died, the story was to be that I had died as well.
I sat on my bed and picked up the calendar that sat on my desk. Harry's birthday was in three days. Standing up and streching, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.
I raced across my room and threw open my closet doors. I opened my Hogwarts trunk and fumbled around until I found my quill and some parchment. The idea was perfect....So perfect.
"Please don't kill them! Kill me instead!! Ainsley...take Harry and GO! GET OUT!"
"Hagrid, why don't you let me take Ainsley and Harry?"
"Dumbledore's orders...."
"UNCLE SIRIUS!!!!"
I awoke in a cold sweat. My large room still cloaked in complete darkness. I glanced at the clock on my desk as I sighed and ran my fingers through my long, straight, dark hair. It was 3am.
"I'm so sick of having this dream!" I grumble to myself while walking to the bathroom. I was tired of having to re-live my parents' death and how I wasn't allowed to be with my godfather. I turned on the cold water in the sink and splashed some on my face. I welcomed the sudden burst of cold as I felt the tingling.
For three years I had watched my only brother from a far. I was given strict orders to not approach Harry, and no one was to know that I was his sister. I had watched Harry almost die. Several times. After our parents died, the story was to be that I had died as well.
I sat on my bed and picked up the calendar that sat on my desk. Harry's birthday was in three days. Standing up and streching, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.
I raced across my room and threw open my closet doors. I opened my Hogwarts trunk and fumbled around until I found my quill and some parchment. The idea was perfect....So perfect.