She knew that they could come at any time. She knew what they were capable of. She had something that they wanted. She would never give it to them though. She had made a promise.
She sat in her room with a book propped up against her legs. Reading, but not really taking in a word of it. She was waiting. She knew that they were on their way. She knew that it was just a matter of time. She did not know when they would be there, but knew it would be today.
Before long she was called down to dinner. They said little to her as was customary. She was used to it though. She did not care that they hated her. She only cared that she get away from them as soon as she could. After a quick plate of food, she left the table and went to her room. The only place that she felt as if no one would bother her. They wanted her out as soon as she was old enough. They knew that she was a danger. A danger that they did not want.
Some time after midnight she put her book down and got under the covers. She was waiting for them, but found that the later she stayed up, the less likely they were to come. Let them come she thought to herself. Nothing would change. Around two she turned off her light and lay in bed.
Sometime later, she did not know how long, she felt them. There were about ten of them. She knew they were different from the other inhabitants of the street. She could feel their power. She swiftly got up from her bed and looked down the street from her window. There were a couple of escape routes that she could take if she could get out of there fast enough. She thought of her family. She would not let them die for her. Martyr's. That is what the rest of the family would make them.
She made her decision in an instant. She got dressed, grabbed her wand and went down the steps to meet them. She saw the black cloaks billowing in the wind and ran to the back of the house. She ran down the street behind them to take them by surprise. She quickly counted them. There were only eight of them. Where were the other two?
As quickly as she felt the Death Eaters, she felt a new pressence. This one had power too, but not the same as the others. This one had more power than she thought possible. She did not know whether he was here to help or hurt her.
There was an explosion. She knew what had happened before she turned around to see. Her house was gone. They were gone. She had no one now. There was a flash of light and she fell to the ground. They had hit her with something but, it did not seem to be the effect that they wanted.
She herd footsteps coming near. Fear leapt to her chest, there was no way that she could fight this power and walk away from it. She laid there and wondered how to get out of this one.
"Are you alright?"
She looked up into the old face and saw no hatred. Relief spread over her. The others seamed to have left in the midst of the confusion.
"Yes, I think I will be alright."
She looked up the street and saw, but did not want to believe. She gathered her thoughts as quickly as she could. Slowly she got to her feet and walked up the street to her once house and gathered what she could. She knew her family was dead. The older man followed. She gathered clothing, books, supplies, car keys, her wallet and gathered whatever she could from the rubble. She threw her belongings in the trunk of her car and looked at the old man standing there.
"Thank you for what you have done."
"There is no reason to thank me. Do you know why these men came tonight?" he asked.
"Yes, I have an idea why." she said simply.
"Do you know who I am?" the old man stated.
"I have a shrewd idea." she said in a whisper.
"You must come with me to England. You should be protected." he said.
"I really don't wish to be rude, but I can't go. I have things here that need to be taken care of." she said as she stepped into her car. She rolled down the window to talk to this man.
"Where will you go?" he said.
"I'm not sure. Truth be told, none of my family wants me. None of them will take me in now. They have always hated our kind." She said to the old man.
He looked at her from over his half moon glasses. "Come with me to England. I can give you protection at my school."
She laughed. "Sorry, but an American going to a school in Britain is going to look a little fishey, don't you think?"
"No, we could say you are an exchange student."
She was thinking quickly. Maybe if she were to ask for something that she knew that he could not deliver, he would leave her alone.
"I'll make you a deal," she said as she put a CD in her player in the car "If you can promise me that my car can go, and I get to see the sights and see what I want to see in London and Liverpool, I'll go." she said as the CD started to play.
"Liverpool?" he questioned. "Why Liverpool?"
She turned up the player in her car. He seemed to get a chuckle out of this.
"Ah. I see." he said. "Alright then. London, Liverpool and your car. It is a deal."
"Just one question." she asked "Where will I live when school is not in session?"
"You could have a flat near our headquarters, if you like." he said.
She sat in her room with a book propped up against her legs. Reading, but not really taking in a word of it. She was waiting. She knew that they were on their way. She knew that it was just a matter of time. She did not know when they would be there, but knew it would be today.
Before long she was called down to dinner. They said little to her as was customary. She was used to it though. She did not care that they hated her. She only cared that she get away from them as soon as she could. After a quick plate of food, she left the table and went to her room. The only place that she felt as if no one would bother her. They wanted her out as soon as she was old enough. They knew that she was a danger. A danger that they did not want.
Some time after midnight she put her book down and got under the covers. She was waiting for them, but found that the later she stayed up, the less likely they were to come. Let them come she thought to herself. Nothing would change. Around two she turned off her light and lay in bed.
Sometime later, she did not know how long, she felt them. There were about ten of them. She knew they were different from the other inhabitants of the street. She could feel their power. She swiftly got up from her bed and looked down the street from her window. There were a couple of escape routes that she could take if she could get out of there fast enough. She thought of her family. She would not let them die for her. Martyr's. That is what the rest of the family would make them.
She made her decision in an instant. She got dressed, grabbed her wand and went down the steps to meet them. She saw the black cloaks billowing in the wind and ran to the back of the house. She ran down the street behind them to take them by surprise. She quickly counted them. There were only eight of them. Where were the other two?
As quickly as she felt the Death Eaters, she felt a new pressence. This one had power too, but not the same as the others. This one had more power than she thought possible. She did not know whether he was here to help or hurt her.
There was an explosion. She knew what had happened before she turned around to see. Her house was gone. They were gone. She had no one now. There was a flash of light and she fell to the ground. They had hit her with something but, it did not seem to be the effect that they wanted.
She herd footsteps coming near. Fear leapt to her chest, there was no way that she could fight this power and walk away from it. She laid there and wondered how to get out of this one.
"Are you alright?"
She looked up into the old face and saw no hatred. Relief spread over her. The others seamed to have left in the midst of the confusion.
"Yes, I think I will be alright."
She looked up the street and saw, but did not want to believe. She gathered her thoughts as quickly as she could. Slowly she got to her feet and walked up the street to her once house and gathered what she could. She knew her family was dead. The older man followed. She gathered clothing, books, supplies, car keys, her wallet and gathered whatever she could from the rubble. She threw her belongings in the trunk of her car and looked at the old man standing there.
"Thank you for what you have done."
"There is no reason to thank me. Do you know why these men came tonight?" he asked.
"Yes, I have an idea why." she said simply.
"Do you know who I am?" the old man stated.
"I have a shrewd idea." she said in a whisper.
"You must come with me to England. You should be protected." he said.
"I really don't wish to be rude, but I can't go. I have things here that need to be taken care of." she said as she stepped into her car. She rolled down the window to talk to this man.
"Where will you go?" he said.
"I'm not sure. Truth be told, none of my family wants me. None of them will take me in now. They have always hated our kind." She said to the old man.
He looked at her from over his half moon glasses. "Come with me to England. I can give you protection at my school."
She laughed. "Sorry, but an American going to a school in Britain is going to look a little fishey, don't you think?"
"No, we could say you are an exchange student."
She was thinking quickly. Maybe if she were to ask for something that she knew that he could not deliver, he would leave her alone.
"I'll make you a deal," she said as she put a CD in her player in the car "If you can promise me that my car can go, and I get to see the sights and see what I want to see in London and Liverpool, I'll go." she said as the CD started to play.
"Liverpool?" he questioned. "Why Liverpool?"
She turned up the player in her car. He seemed to get a chuckle out of this.
"Ah. I see." he said. "Alright then. London, Liverpool and your car. It is a deal."
"Just one question." she asked "Where will I live when school is not in session?"
"You could have a flat near our headquarters, if you like." he said.