N/A: I'm sorry it took so long to update, I broke my finger at yesterday's softball game, not fun, but I'm playing anyway, welcome to the world of varsity sports! So I wanted to update so I'm typing this using two fingers and oh so slowly!
P.S. Addy is not a seer, nor will she ever be one.
The air was still; not a molecule dared to move an inch. There was a large dark room. The palest person would be unable to see their hand in front of their face in such overpowering darkness.
A whisper broke the silence. A man stood in the center of the room. His eyes were blood shot and he was short with mousy hair giving him an overall rat-like demeanor.
"She's alive," he whispered.
The other man stood on his hind legs, arched on his toes and screamed a howl like scream that made his werewolf nature unquestionable.
Addy knew that man too well. Fenrir Greyback: the man she now knew whether she deserved it or not, was after her blood. And for some reason he was angry; something Addy had never wanted to see him. But who made him so angry, whose very existence was enough to drive him mad? Not even Addy could take credit for that.
Addison Mae didn't know the other man; but he was familiar, in an odd distant way. His eyes or the way his hair fell, something about him was recognizable.
"Addy, Addy!"
Addy awoke to a spoon being jabbed into her face repeatedly by none other than James.
"You fell asleep while I was feeding you soup!" James cried, sticking the spoon forcefully down her throat.
The warm liquid felt good on her throat and Addy slowly felt some of her strength slowly returning.
"Wow! You really are tired! It's better than before though," James continued to ramble on with any response from Addy needed.
"You kept having seizures and talking nonsense, something about a rat; you kept on trying to warn Sirius of the rat. You would grab onto his collar and start spazzing out until he promised never to trust any rats. It was really funny, I laughed. Then my mum kicked me out and yelled at me, I guess she thought because you were in danger of keeling over and dying at any random instant it wasn't funny. I still thought it was hilarious!"
"James Potter!" came a voice as a hand came in contact with the side of his skull quite sharply.
James jolted forward, dropping soup all over Addy.
Addy was suddenly jolted back to her senses by the hot soup landing on her lap.
All Addy felt was the unfogging of her brain and the return of the use of her limbs, but James and Lily viewed a much bigger spectacle.
They saw Addy jerk in the bed, her yes flashed brown and momentarily she looked different.
Now would be a good time to go over exactly how Addison Mae looked. She had short blonde hair that grazed her shoulders. It was very thin and looked as though one good yank could separate it from her scalp forever. Her skin had a red tint to it from her love of the out doors and in ability to tan. She had a small nose and a precise chin.
But for a second, Addy was not Addy.
Her eyes not only acquired a brown color but also got smaller with a more distinguished oval shape. The red tint left her skin and her nose got the tiniest bit bigger.
But this was only for a moment before all was back to normal.
"What?" said Addy finding her vocal chords in full working condition.
"You just did it again, you changed or what ever!" James said.
"No I didn't. What do you mean changed?"
'Nothing, it must have just been my imagination; I haven't been sleeping enough."
"Well I hope you're not too tired because I personally feel up to a game of Quidditch!" said Addy jumping out of the bed.
"When have you ever heard me to decline a game of Quidditch?"
The two ran down the halls, pausing momentarily to grab the brooms from the closet, James's new Nimbus 1,000 and his old model one Comet for Addy.
Lily stood dumbfounded rooted at the spot left to wonder at the mysterious creatures that were Addison and James.
The woman walked through the woods, crying she laid down the child that had been resting in her arms.
"Go to sleep Rebecca," she cooed, "lie down your head."
Suddenly she heard a twig snap in the distance. She jumped at the sound. Standing there was a man she had wished never to see again. He was hunched over and walked on his tiptoes in a way that despite the fact that he was indeed human gave him the look of a werewolf.
"We meet again Allison Bennet. Hopefully for the last time, hand over the child and I will spare you your life."
"Never!" Allison yelled, tears welling in her eyes. "I will never surrender her to such a beast."
Fenrir shot a curse at her, causing her to fall backwards towards the well.
The baby fell from her arms and tumbled down into the well where any normal baby would have drowned and gone to heaven, but the bond between twins is stronger than that.
"Hahahahaha!" Addy clutched her stomach laughing as she flew through the air, skillfully avoiding Mr. Potter as he tried to snatch the pillow from her that he had cleverly transfigured into a quaffle, though he kept its soft texture on the orders of Mrs. Potter to keep the game safer.
"You can't catch me!" she yelled over her shoulder sticking her tongue out at Mr. Potter.
SLAM!
Addy went straight into Sirius. He grabbed her around the middle and began trying to pry the quaffle from her.
Addy pushed him aside long enough to toss the pillow to James who was hovering below. James made a beeline for the goal. Mr. Potter dashed to cover the goal, blocking his shot.
"That's not fair!" Addy yelled, "You're bigger than the goal!"
"Are you calling me fat little girl!" Mr. Potter joked.
"Maybe I am!"
"Well, that can't go un punished!"
Mr. Potter grabbed Addy from her broom and swept her to the ground. He pinned her to the ground and began to tickle her.
James and Sirius landed besides the two. James smirked looking at Sirius.
"Pig Pile!" he yelled and the two boys launched themselves onto Mr. Potter and Addy.
The four played until the sun set on the small stretch of land that was momentarily not land, but heaven.
At the bottom of a well there lay a skeleton of a baby girl. She died before she had a chance to live, but somehow through the will of the world, she had been granted a second chance. In a country far away a girl grew up sheltered from the evils of the world, sheltered from the world in which she belonged.
There is a girl named Courtney Johnson.
Courtney Johnson was raised by a couple in America. She thought she was their daughter. She went to school; she lived a normal life.
For eleven years she got to live the perfect happy life of an only child growing up in a well off family. She enjoyed trips to Disney and playing outside with friends.
However, that is the end of the tale of Courtney Johnson. On her eleventh birthday, she disappeared. Her parents didn't understand. There was no sign of a struggle and there was no one who kidnapped her. The only marking on the house was one forced window. It had been forced from the inside. It had been forced by Courtney herself. The only other missing object house was a credit card. After its disappearance two charges were made to it: a burger and flight to London.
N/A: Not very good, I know but I wanted to type it out. I'm on spring break so I'll try to update between babysitting and softball!
