Chapter One: Payton
Payton laid in the corner of a gigantic room in a huge king sized bed. Just by the look of the room you could tell her family was incredibly rich. Her walls were covered in elaborate paintings and beautiful pieces of furniture. Her bad covers were made out of the finest silk in charcoal black and silver, which matched the hangings around her windows. With all of the beautiful dressings, you would suppose that Payton to look elegant and rich also. If you thought that you would be dead wrong.
Sixteen year old Payton was dressed in plain muggle clothes; bleached holey jeans and a black t-shirt. Her elbow length champagne hair fell into her albino skin and covered her bright green oval eyes. A sad expression is on Payton's face as she stairs blankly at her beautiful black trunk on the floor. The trunk was filled to the brim with robes, clothes, books, ink, and parchment.
A soft nock echoed from the door. Without looking up or making any thought about what she was saying, Payton softly muttered "come in." Lucius Malfoy stepped through the doorway. After a few awkwardly silent moments, Payton looked up and gave Lucius a meek smile.
"Its time to leave, Payton," Lucius began. "We must get you fitted for Hogwarts robes. Don't bother bringing your old ones from Durmstrang." Once Lucius was finished talking, he strode quickly out of Payton's room.
Payton looked toward her trunks once more. She silently hopped off her bed and carried her trunks out the door. Without a second thought, she quickly shut the door.
..........................................Meanwhile in Harry's point of View.
The lights were flashing violent green and white. Children were screaming and their parents were crying. The muggle police had no clue what to do. Suddenly there was a huge burst of gold light. Standing in the middle of the wrecked house was a woman. She had to be around sixteen. Albus Dumbledore briskly walked toward her, but before he could get there she had disappeared.
Harry Potter woke with a start. He tried hard, but couldn't remember what he had been dreaming about. Harry looked around his room. It was misbegotten and empty like it had been ever since he had come back from Hogwarts.
Everything had been ok on the drive back from the Hogwarts Express. When they reached the driveway Vernon Dursley put a ferocious smile on his face. After Harry got out of the car, Vernon slammed him into the garage door. After pulling out Harry's trunks, Dursley pulled out matches and set the trunks ablaze. As Harry's belongings turned into a bonfire, Harry started to run. He didn't care where he went, as long as it was far away from the Dursley's. Harry had not gotten far before the muggle police had picked him up and returned to the Dursley's house. That was a week ago.
Harry was famished. The last time he had eaten anything was at Hogwarts. The Dursley's ignored Harry and let him starve in his room. They wanted him to die; they could cover up for it as long as they didn't have to deal with the 'loonies' they had met in the train station.
As Harry lay across his bed, images of Sirius flashed through mind for the millionth time. All Harry had done for the last week was think of Sirius and wish that he could sleep. When sleep ever came to Harry, it would be full of nightmares and only lasted for an hour at most. The dream the last dream he had had about the girl was the first that didn't include Sirius.
A single tear dropped down Harry's cheek. "Make it stop!!!" Harry said to himself. "Oh god! Why can't my life just end? I'm deprived of food, water, and hope, yet Im still here!" Harry screamed at the fact that his life couldn't just stop right there. Screaming took all the energy Harry contained. Without any notice, Harry's head dropped and his body went limp. Harry lay unconscious for many hours, noticed by no one.
Payton laid in the corner of a gigantic room in a huge king sized bed. Just by the look of the room you could tell her family was incredibly rich. Her walls were covered in elaborate paintings and beautiful pieces of furniture. Her bad covers were made out of the finest silk in charcoal black and silver, which matched the hangings around her windows. With all of the beautiful dressings, you would suppose that Payton to look elegant and rich also. If you thought that you would be dead wrong.
Sixteen year old Payton was dressed in plain muggle clothes; bleached holey jeans and a black t-shirt. Her elbow length champagne hair fell into her albino skin and covered her bright green oval eyes. A sad expression is on Payton's face as she stairs blankly at her beautiful black trunk on the floor. The trunk was filled to the brim with robes, clothes, books, ink, and parchment.
A soft nock echoed from the door. Without looking up or making any thought about what she was saying, Payton softly muttered "come in." Lucius Malfoy stepped through the doorway. After a few awkwardly silent moments, Payton looked up and gave Lucius a meek smile.
"Its time to leave, Payton," Lucius began. "We must get you fitted for Hogwarts robes. Don't bother bringing your old ones from Durmstrang." Once Lucius was finished talking, he strode quickly out of Payton's room.
Payton looked toward her trunks once more. She silently hopped off her bed and carried her trunks out the door. Without a second thought, she quickly shut the door.
..........................................Meanwhile in Harry's point of View.
The lights were flashing violent green and white. Children were screaming and their parents were crying. The muggle police had no clue what to do. Suddenly there was a huge burst of gold light. Standing in the middle of the wrecked house was a woman. She had to be around sixteen. Albus Dumbledore briskly walked toward her, but before he could get there she had disappeared.
Harry Potter woke with a start. He tried hard, but couldn't remember what he had been dreaming about. Harry looked around his room. It was misbegotten and empty like it had been ever since he had come back from Hogwarts.
Everything had been ok on the drive back from the Hogwarts Express. When they reached the driveway Vernon Dursley put a ferocious smile on his face. After Harry got out of the car, Vernon slammed him into the garage door. After pulling out Harry's trunks, Dursley pulled out matches and set the trunks ablaze. As Harry's belongings turned into a bonfire, Harry started to run. He didn't care where he went, as long as it was far away from the Dursley's. Harry had not gotten far before the muggle police had picked him up and returned to the Dursley's house. That was a week ago.
Harry was famished. The last time he had eaten anything was at Hogwarts. The Dursley's ignored Harry and let him starve in his room. They wanted him to die; they could cover up for it as long as they didn't have to deal with the 'loonies' they had met in the train station.
As Harry lay across his bed, images of Sirius flashed through mind for the millionth time. All Harry had done for the last week was think of Sirius and wish that he could sleep. When sleep ever came to Harry, it would be full of nightmares and only lasted for an hour at most. The dream the last dream he had had about the girl was the first that didn't include Sirius.
A single tear dropped down Harry's cheek. "Make it stop!!!" Harry said to himself. "Oh god! Why can't my life just end? I'm deprived of food, water, and hope, yet Im still here!" Harry screamed at the fact that his life couldn't just stop right there. Screaming took all the energy Harry contained. Without any notice, Harry's head dropped and his body went limp. Harry lay unconscious for many hours, noticed by no one.
