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Disclaimer: Sadly I didn't make the Harry Potter series, so I own nothing except my own original characters.
Chapter 1: And So It Begins
I woke up in a cold sweat. I was shaking all over, and it took me a few minutes to comprehend everything. I was sitting in a cell in Azkaban, but now I was sitting on my small bed in my room. The dementor's kiss, it should have taken my soul, yet I don't feel soulless. Then again I don't really know what it feels like to not have a soul. After a few seconds, I realized it was all a dream, well more like a terrible nightmare. I sighed out of relief and fell back onto my pillow. I closed my eyes and was almost asleep when I suddenly realized, today was the 1st of September, the day I went back to school, the day I went back to my favorite place in the world, Hogwarts. Feeling very awake all of a sudden, I looked at the small clock on my nightstand. The hands pointed to 5:27 AM.
Well, I might as well pack my trunk, I thought as I leaped off of my bed onto the cold wooden floor. I rummaged around my room to find everything I needed. Spell books, robes, wand, I checked them off one by one as I threw them into my trunk. After packing everything, I still felt as though I was missing something. That's when I heard a tapping on my window. I turned around to see a small, brown, barn owl trying to get it.
"I knew I was forgetting something," I said excitedly as I walked towards the window. I opened it and let in the owl. It jumped from its place on my window ledge and took flight into my room. It made a few circles until finally landing on my shoulder. "Hello Canopus," I said as I stroked the owl. "Find anything good to eat?" The bird nudged my finger as though to say yes. Canopus was my owl obviously. I got him when I was very young, before I was even a first year at Hogwarts. He's been my best friend ever since. Actually he has been my only friend. He doesn't really deliver letters like most owls do. I don't really have anybody to write to and nobody writes to me, so his delivery services aren't exactly needed. He's more of a companion than a messenger. I used to bring Canopus with me everywhere, but that stopped when my uncle adopted me. He told me that he wouldn't have any unsanitary creature in his house and to get rid of him, but obviously I didn't exactly do what my uncle told me to. It's quite funny that he wouldn't want an owl in his house considering he's a wizard and all. I think that it's just another attempt to ruin my life, but I have been wrong before.
"Ok boy. Today's the day, the day that we finally get to go back to Hogwarts," I said excitedly to the bird still perched on my shoulder. "Now listen. It's the same as always. Just go to Hogwarts and wait for me in the owlery. You should know the way by now. I'll visit you that night after the feast. Ok?" Canopus nudged my finger again. "Ok good. You better go before uncle sees you," I said as I walked towards the now open window. I put out my finger, which Canopus then jumped on. I petted him one last time before I put my finger out the window and watched as he jumped gracefully into the air and soared away.
I then shut the window, which was letting in a small draft, and walked back towards my bed. I looked at my clock again. 7:01 AM. About an hour and a half to go before I have to board the bus to King's Cross. I sighed and decided to go ahead and change. I found the only clothes that I didn't put in my trunk. I ended up wearing a pair of blue jeans and a light blue camisole with a dark blue jumper over it and some white trainers. I brushed my long, blonde hair to get all of the tangles out and didn't bother to put on any make-up. Why should I? I don't care what anyone thinks of me. After all that I checked the clock again. The hands pointed to 7:15.
Ugh. This was going to drive me insane. Having nothing else to do, I went downstairs to start on breakfast. I had just started to cook some bacon when my uncle came downstairs.
"Blimey!" he exclaimed, as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. "What the bloody hell are you doing up so early?!"
"I had a bad dream and woke up early," I said, not bothering to tell him what my dream was about, like he would care.
"Oh boo hoo. Poor baby had a bad dream," he said, coming closer to me, his pale, gaunt face now in view. "Just because you have a bad dream doesn't mean you need to wake the whole bloody house!"
"You're the only other person in the house," I said. Then there was a resounding crack. It took me a minute to realize what had happened until i felt my cheek warm up where he had slapped me.
"What have I said about back talking me?!" He asked angrily. Most people would have backed off and complied to his wishes, but I wasn't about to roll over like some dog. Besides, I was used to it. I had been dealing with his abuse for years after all. I could take it.
"I wasn't back talking you. I was simply making a statement," I said, staring straight into his beady, black eyes. Smack! He hit me on the same cheek. I could feel a bruise already forming there.
"Tell me what I've said about back talking me!" He yelled, his pale face becoming redder by the second. I didn't answer him. Smack! Same cheek.
"I said tell me!" Smack!
"Tell me!"
"NO!"I cried out! Smack! This time I fell to the ground. I was about to get up when his large foot came down onto my stomach. He kicked me and I let out an involuntary scream. I tried to get up, but he grabbed me by my jumper and brought me up to his face. I tried to glare at him as much as I could, but I could tell that it was a very feeble attempt.
"Know your place," he growled before throwing me to the floor. "I'm going back to bed. I expect you will be gone by the time I wake up." He glared at me one last time. Then, he walked away from me, towards the stairs, his footsteps loud and heavy. Just before he went up the stairs though, he turned around again. "Oh, and if you wake me up again, I can assure you that I won't be as forgiving the next time," he growled out as he turned back around and walked up the wooden staircase. I heard his heavy footsteps above just before I heard the slamming of a door.
I laid there on the floor, coldness seeping into me despite my still warm cheek. I felt empty, devoid of all happiness. I felt as though a dementor was next to me.
I wish my dream had been real, I suddenly thought. No, I didn't mean that. To be without a soul is much worse then where I'm at now. I should be happy that I'm alive, that I have a roof over my head. That's more than most people. No, I'm glad that my dream wasn't real. I tried to get off of the floor, but my legs ended up collapsing beneath me.
Pathetic, I thought. I'm absolutely pathetic. So, I just simply laid there, the smell of burning bacon wafting throughout the air.
Pathetic.
Hey guys! So now you finally get to see some of Jessalyn's home life. It isn't the best. I know this chapter was a little depressing, but don't worry, the next one will be much more upbeat! She will finally board the Hogwarts express and maybe make some new friends? You'll have to read to find out! I will try to post the next chapter in a few days! So, please review and follow! :)
