Love is something won from the hearts of many. It is something magical that some people can t grasp. It hurts when lost, but makes your heart sing when you have it. Love is a deadly weapon poised to strike at all hearts that dare to embrace it; a slow deadly poison that turns you cold and unresponsive to the world around you. When he left he took that from her. He left her in the middle of the woods before disappearing into the twilight without a glance backwards.
The best time for his kind or so he said. I never questioned it. It is the most dangerous time for people like me, especially on a full moon. My kind thrived under the night and day. Depending what we are doing we prosper under it or fail. It depends on the person or group. For a sixteen year old, twilight is the best time of day; the best to practice the very things that are foreign and magical to others. Except today, today it is a grim reminder of what I had, what was lost all because who and what I am. My blood called for all of them because of the magic it is laced with; a beautiful wine that is forbidden for their kind. I lived through a lot; growing up in an abusive orphanage/ warehouse, fighting against the worlds most deadly wizard multiple times, finding my father again after being accused of criminal activity, finding out that my best friend and I have to kill or be killed the darkest of the Dark, and then being sent away from my home, family and friends because of deranged aunts and uncles.
I slowly sank to my knees after he left. I started to cry when I knew it was safe. The pain of him leaving after telling me that it was all a game hurt more than a thousand the Cruciatus Curses and all of the vampire venom in the world. I may be a witch from two very old families and taught to ignore the pain from my upbringing but I couldn t; each of his words cut me like a thousand knives until I was in too many pieces to put back together. My magic came off me in waves in response to my imense grief. After all the tears had gone and my magic under control I had gotten to my feet and headed to my medow; the medow I used to practice my spells and charms.
I was in the trees over looking the meadow when I noticed a fire in the center of my meadow. Warning bells went off in my head as my necklace started to heat up. The necklace that Diablos gave me was warded with runes to help me recognize danger and protected me from the silver that poisoned my kind. The charm was a silver wolf. The wolf was a representation of Diablos animangus form and one of my animangus forms and my condition. He is a black wolf with blazing amber-red eyes; I am also a black wolf with silver eyes and, on every full moon, a black werewolf. The fire I saw was made from nothing. It was just sitting there on the grass not moving outwards, just flickering. I turned around to start heading back to the house I shared with Diablos, who disguised himself as the late Police Chief turned teacher, Charlie Swan.
Just after I got there and started living with Charlie, he and his daughter were killed in the woods by some animal. When this happened, no one knew about it but me. I had called Diablos because he was the one who was with me through my troubled childhood and I trusted him. He came and together we buried Charlie and Isabella (Charlie s daughter) in the graveyard but put glamours on the tomb stones to make everyone see someone else s grave. We decided that Diablos would pose as Charlie for the duration of my stay. Why am I here in the rainiest place on the planet Earth? It is because the Order of the Phoenix (Defenders of Light) decided that I was in too much danger in my home, so they moved me to the last place people would look. Diablos is not part of the Order because he and the headmaster of Hogwarts and leader of the Order hate each other. I don t know why, but that s that.
I didn t even take a step back when I saw a bolt of light shoot out in front of me. I threw myself backwards on the ground as I tried to see who was attacking me. I heard leaves rustling to both sides of me as I stood and turned into the clearing. My wand still in my room, but that didn t matter; I was capable of wand less magic. I couldn t take a step into the clearing because vines shot out of the bushes and wrapped around my ankles. I stood still not even trying to get them off because I knew that s what who ever conjured them wanted me to do. I stilled as I heard an evil cackle; one that brought shivers down my spine and my hair to stand on my arms.
