A/N:This is the first HP fic I've posted. Tell me what you think. The beggining doesn't have much to do with HP, but the rest will. Soon enough.
PROLOUGE:
Lost in the cold night
She Shivered. The wind blew hard at her back. It had been almost six years since she'd ran away, and today was her birthday. "Happy birthday" she muttered to herself. Eleven. August 11. Her birthday. She shook her head and disspelled her thoughts. She settled into an alleyway and though. Another cold wind pased by.
She drew her cloak cloaser. Not that it was really a cloak. She was dressed in all rags. A red flannel airplaine blanket was her skirt, and a blue one was her cloak. Her shawl was her own baby blanket, fastend with her mother's earring. Hidden beaneath the neck of her shirt was her ring on a gold chain. She had been given this ring when she was three. Her Mother had given it to her. And although the tiny stone was a real diamond, she wouldn' have sold it for anything.
Her mother had died when she was only eight, and her father was cruel and abusive, so she ran away. She spotted an awning and settled herself under it. The wind whistled and stung her face. She pulled her cloak over her face and cried. Suddenly the wind stopped, and the clouds separated.
She looked up at the sky. She saw that the clouds had broken. She looked up at the moon
and smiled. "Thanks." she whispered.
The wind immeadiatly started up again, and the moon hid behind a cloud.
"Thanks for nothing!" she muttered angrily.
At that moment, she got chills down her spine. Suddenly scared shitless. Maybe she was imagining it, but she could have sworn a high, cold, cruel, voice hissed out, "You're quite welcome"
PROLOUGE:
Lost in the cold night
She Shivered. The wind blew hard at her back. It had been almost six years since she'd ran away, and today was her birthday. "Happy birthday" she muttered to herself. Eleven. August 11. Her birthday. She shook her head and disspelled her thoughts. She settled into an alleyway and though. Another cold wind pased by.
She drew her cloak cloaser. Not that it was really a cloak. She was dressed in all rags. A red flannel airplaine blanket was her skirt, and a blue one was her cloak. Her shawl was her own baby blanket, fastend with her mother's earring. Hidden beaneath the neck of her shirt was her ring on a gold chain. She had been given this ring when she was three. Her Mother had given it to her. And although the tiny stone was a real diamond, she wouldn' have sold it for anything.
Her mother had died when she was only eight, and her father was cruel and abusive, so she ran away. She spotted an awning and settled herself under it. The wind whistled and stung her face. She pulled her cloak over her face and cried. Suddenly the wind stopped, and the clouds separated.
She looked up at the sky. She saw that the clouds had broken. She looked up at the moon
and smiled. "Thanks." she whispered.
The wind immeadiatly started up again, and the moon hid behind a cloud.
"Thanks for nothing!" she muttered angrily.
At that moment, she got chills down her spine. Suddenly scared shitless. Maybe she was imagining it, but she could have sworn a high, cold, cruel, voice hissed out, "You're quite welcome"