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Chapter 1: Cleaning House

"Blair Moors." called a tall, foreboding, faceless, figure. A girl of 11 years of age with dark blond hair and eyes a deep ebony, flecked with sapphire, walked shakily up to the platform and sat down on a stool. The figure placed a black, grubby looking old hat atop the girl's head. Immediately Blair heard a voice in hear ear.

"Ahhh, yes, what a bright, beautiful, intelligent, wonderful girl this is. She has the best mind I've ever seen, this girl is not fit for Slytherin, this girl is a........." But Blair didn't get to find out what she was, a blinding golden light had suddenly hit her in the eyes.

"Wake up stupid, it's almost 10:30. We've got to get what's- his-name out of there." an annoyingly familiar voice shouted. Blair opened her eyes. She was lying in her king sized canopy bed with the silk green sheets twisted around her like a strait jacket. She looked around her enormous room filled with overstuffed chairs, a large cherry dresser, and matching vanity. No, this was definitely not Hogwarts, it had only been an other dream. One wall of the room was devoted to four windows that stretched from ceiling to floor. All of which, had their curtains flung back. At the nearest window, silhouetted by the light coming in behind him, stood Jacob Moors, like some some horrible God, waiting to bestow death upon her.

Blair sighed deeply, extricated herself from her covers, walked over to her dresser and began to pull cloths out of it.

"Bloody hell, hang on a minute! Let me at least get out of your room, I have no desire to see you undress!" Jacob said, walking hurriedly to the door. "And do hurry up about it!" he said, slamming the door behind him.

"I wasn't planning on giving you a show!" Blair yelled sleepily at the closed door. Jacob was only two months older than she was, yet he made it seem like it gave him the same authority over her as some one ten years older. They both loathed each other to the very center of their being. Some might say it was a normal brother/sister hatred, but this was different. Blair had been adopted when Kathryn Moors' husband passed away. She claimed that she had "always wanted a little girl." Blair hated Jacob because he was always favored over herself. Jacob hated Blair because he felt Blair was not part of his family, but merely invading his turf. He also hated Blair because deep down, he felt his mother hadn't been satisfied with just him. But, if there was one thing that brought the two together, it was taking care of Kathryn.

Blair dressed hurriedly in Tommy Hilfiger jean shorts and a Abercrombie tank, and ran down the long, dark hall way to the room at the end of it. Jacob was already there waiting.

"He's still in there then?" Blair asked.

"Yup, the slimy git didn't even have the decency to leave before we got up." Jacob said discussed.

He turned the knob slowly and they crept quietly into the room. The darkness pressed against their eyes. They moved noiselessly, their feet sinking in the thick, squashy white carpet, to the bed and looked down at the man laying next to their mother.

" On the count of 3, 1, 2, 3." Jacob said and the two children pulled the man onto the floor. Neither he nor Kathryn so much as stirred.

"At least this one's still wearing boxers." Blair said.

"Yeah, that's a relief." Jacob said as they pulled the man across the floor, and out into the hall.

"I'll get his clothes," Jacob said, and disappeared into the room. The man snored loudly. Jacob returned and together they dragged the man to the end of the hall. Once there, Blair pulled down on a light fixture on the wall, and a large panel slid open. With an almighty shove, the two children pushed the man in. A few moments later, he arrived at the end of the shoot , where he and his clothes shot out of a bush covering the exit and landed on the sidewalk, a block away from the Moors mansion. There he was spotted by a woman and her daughter who quickly crossed the street to the other sidewalk.