Chapter 2
Standing with her head between her legs, she tried to shake off the queasy feeling left from apparition. The auror had taken her to MACUSA and she was waiting awkwardly for them to decide what to do with her. Lifting her head slowly, she noticed three aurors levitating bodies through the lobby. The bodies, cold, lifeless, limp, looked singed and desolate. It was only when she noticed the hair draping down from the female body did she jump up and run towards the aurors.
"STOP! STOP! That's my mom!" her voice squealed out, high pitched an breathy, "THAT'S MY MOM!"
The aurors stopped in their place, turning their heads to the direction of the screaming, only to see a teary-eyed sixteen year old girl running to them, curly hair flowing like a mane behind her. Approaching them with haste, she grabbed her mother's hand and shrunk back and the iciness that it beheld.
"Mama?" she cried, eyes searching the other two bodies beside her mother's. Her brother, Marvin, who was only twenty, was floating gently with a body as cold as ice. Her father on the other hand, was missing his right arm, but his family ring still clung to his left hand, the "V" for Vaderkroff shining out in the poorly lit foyer. Reaching up, she pulled the ring off of his cold, stiff finger and slid it onto her thumb, the only finger that it would fit on. Crumbling to the floor, she sobbed, letting tears flow as if they were coming from a river deep within her. The aurors tried their best to calm her, but they eventually settled for leaving her alone until she seemed to be breathing normally again. Though her heart rate eventually evened out and the tears stopped flowing, she realized that she would never have a normal life again.
She'd followed Camill to his office, a small, second floor joint that was crowded and full of useless paperwork, and waited patiently for his judgement. She felt as if he was the judge and jury all compiled into one person, holding her frail life in his hands.
"Miss Vaderkroff," he began slowly, "Through research and contact with our partners in England, it has come to our attention that you have an aunt living in England, a small town called Cokeworth. She appears to be your father's sister, a Contiga Messer." He paused, looking for a reaction, although none was given. "We have contacted her and she will take you in and help get you to Hogwarts. It is dreadful that you will be starting mid-semester, but hopefully you will find that you like it there." Nodding, she smoothed her fingers over the "V" on her father's ring, drawing strength that he left behind for her to find.
"Shall I go home and pack?" she inquired, voice barely above a whisper.
"We have already grabbed what was salvageable from your home. We have your clothes, shoes, school supplies, and we even managed to save a few of the family photos that were scattered across the living room, although all the frames were broken." He smiled as if he'd done a great justice, but her heart broke knowing she'd never see her home again. She may never come back to America again. Was she truly ready to leave New York?