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Chapter one
Ava had never really had an opinion on rain. She believed that it could be both a wondrous gift sent from the Gods during a drought or just a plain nuisance. In this instance it was a nuisance. This downpour Ava had happened to find herself in was brutally cold and miserable. The sky above her was the darkest kind of grey you could imagine. The rain lashed diagonally down on her as she speedily walked home and the harshest of winds pushed against her in such force that each step was a challenge. Ava was now regretting her choice of clothing by this time, she had dressed for summer to visit her longest known friends. -Hugh and Sophie, who happened to be twins- Ava now believed she was stupid for hoping for the sun to last during a British summer and deciding to dress in a way that would be more suited for a country closer to the Equator. Although she had borrowed a waterproof jacket from Hugh and the distance from Hugh and Sophie's house to her home was only a few streets, Ava was thoroughly soaked before she was even half way home.
Ava had made an oath to herself when she was just aged eleven. That oath was to spend every moment she could spare during her school holidays, with her two oldest and closest friends, she was yet to break her oath. Now for any one person to stop and question why a eleven year old girl would make such an oath may struggle for an answer. However those who happen to know Ava Saunders personally will know that at the age of eleven Ava was selected to attend to a prestigious and exclusive boarding school in the Scottish Highlands. They would also know, if they were a family member, that Ava happened to be a witch too. These were the reasons behind her oath. She was desperate not lose her two best muggle friends.
Ava Saunders was now seventeen year old witch and in the magical world that meant she was classed as an adult. This adult witch would be continuing her studies at Hogwarts for her last year, at the end of the summer. Ava was a seventh year Gryffindor student at Hogwarts, who was top of her defence of the dark arts class but whilst she was at home she was just another stubborn teenage girl, life at home was simpler for many reasons.
For the entire walk home Ava felt on edge. Something about that afternoon was wrong. It was different. And not the good kind of different too. This was one reason why she had opted to walk home with her ten inch Hazel wood and dragon heartstring wand placed up her sleeve,just in-case of an attack. Now Ava was not the type of person to be overly paranoid but due to new events she was starting to become a little more, cautious. In the magical world there have always been tension between pure-blooded wizards, half-bloods and muggleborns, this tension dated back to the very founders of Hogwarts. But current affairs had brought a whole new wave of fear and terror to this long standing dispute. There were a new blood purist group who went by the name Death eaters and followed a... man who demanded to be known as Lord Voldemort. He along with his followers believed that the only wizards worth anything in the world were those not linked in any way with muggles. All non pure-bloods were considered scum. These terrorists go to any lengths to achieve their goals. From violence to disappearances, all of which the ministry of magic happen to believe are in no way linked together. This made Ava's life difficult as she was a muggleborn witch, meaning her parents and younger sister were all muggles.
Ava knew something was wrong by the time she arrived home. Once she had unlocked the front door and stepped inside she was struck by just how dark and cold her home was. Something terrible had happened here, she could almost sense the dark magic in the air.