Summary: Snape had a long lost sister. She disappeared just before Snape graduated. Now she has returned after more than a decade; only a few days older and suffering from amnesia. Believed to have been to a squib, she demonstrates on her first day back that she isn't the sister of a Slytherin for no reason.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in that series. They are all the product of J.K. Rowling's imagination.
This is my very first story and I sincerely hope you like it.:D Oh, and please review!
I feel nothing. I am merely drifting. It's very peaceful. Sadly, peace never lasts for long. Soon I am spinning, falling; falling and spinning. Flashing lights and clashing colors assault my eyes. Different sounds pierce my ears; all indecipherable. I'm spinning, falling-BAM! Cold, hard stone kisses the back of my head. That hurt.
I stare up at the sunny sky; dazed. I am finally lying still but the world keeps spinning. I slowly sit-up and place my head between my knees. This helps slow the spinning. But before I can fully recover, a scream erupts from nowhere. Soon more screams echo the first. Alarmed, I ease myself onto my feet. Unsteadily, I look around trying to find where the screams are coming from. All I see are two dumpsters; to my left and right, behind me is nothing but walls.
I begin to panic. The screams are getting louder, closer. If I stay here I'll be trapped and defenseless. If I move forward I will be going towards the screams. It's no choice, really. I would take the chance to escape over being trapped any day.
Cautiously, I creep towards the end of the alley. The sight that greets me there seems to have come from a dream. Before me was complete and utter chaos. Shops were on fire and quite a few animals were running loose. People were running along the street screaming, sheer panic in their eyes. But that was not what held me mesmerized. No, it was the lights that were flying everywhere. Greens, blues, reds and more would erupt from the ends of the sticks that people held. Sometimes they would hit the pavement and cause little explosions. Others, they would hit people. Then the person would get cut, blown away, start twitching or simply lie on the ground, silent.
Who are these people? What is with those lights? What on earth is happening?
All I could do was stare in awe, wonder and fear. I was frozen in place until I was her.
A sweet little child was standing amongst the chaos. Her strawberry pink dress was dusty and a little bit torn. Her mouth was hanging open; her blue eyes growing wider as a red light streaked towards her. Without thought; without hesitation, I moved to take the hit for her. I wouldn't make it. I shouldn't have made it—She was all the way across the street!—but I felt a familiar tingle upon my fingers. Next thing I know I am kneeling before her. Surprised blue eyes latch on to even more surprised black ones. The light hits me and I sink into unconsciousness.