Chapter 1: We do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, but we do thank J.K. Rowling enormously for creating them…we do however own this plot line and other unique characters that I see fit to add…
Chapter 1:
The events of that night are still somewhat of a blur. It happened so fast, you see. I remember people on both sides of the war were shouting and throwing curses at one another. People were dying at my feet and for once in my life I felt helpless. Most of the casualties were sustained by the death eaters, but that doesn't make up for those few that were injured or even killed.
Like I said, I've never been helpless. I've always had magic on my side. It's protected me even before I knew it existed. But I'm getting ahead of myself again. Let me take you back some sixteen years ago…the wizarding world is in chaos as Lord Voldemort becomes more powerful with each passing day.
It's a stormy night: A night where ghouls and goblins roam free; a night where no one turns the lights off out of fear of what is hidden among the shadows; a night where something magical and spectacular happens.
On that All-Hallows-Eve all those years ago, I was born. My mother, a Death Eater with a somewhat questionable reputation, held me in her arms. Like my father's, my hair was the shade of darkness, and like my mother, my eyes shined as bright as Poseidon's domain itself. My mother gazed down at me and for once in her life, she cried. She just held me tight against her tired and weakened body and cried.
I didn't know it then and I wouldn't learn it for years to come, but my mother loved me. She gave up on love when she became a Death Eater, but in that moment and forever more, my mother truly and sincerely loved me. She summoned the rest of her strength and through her phoenix-tipped wand, she sent me away. She sent me far away, somewhere that I could be safe; somewhere my father would never find me. She sent me to a small muggle orphanage just outside of London.
Eleven years past me by at that small orphanage before my next encounter with my magical destiny.
"Sarah!" yelled Mrs. Hagen again.
"Yes Mrs. Hagen," I say as politely as I can manage without gagging at the too familiar stench of garlic that began to fill my nostrils.
"You have a letter from some place called Ho-gwar-ts," she says handing me a white envelope.
I take it slowly, wondering what I could have possibly done wrong and how many times I would be hit for it. I open it cautiously and read through it silently to myself. I could feel hot breathe on my neck and knew that Mrs. Garlic Breathe…I mean Hagen was reading over me.
"It's a school," I tell her though she already knows this.
"You're not going," she yells. "I am not spending money on a disobedient child like you." She walks off leaving me with a huge grin on my face. In three days, she'll beg me to go…I'll show her what disobedient really is.