In east London a little girl named Cynthia lived. She was 10. She had great loving parents, and they lived in a good neighborhood and a great house.
But one day, disaster struck. Little Cynthia's life was changed forever. Her family's secret-keeper turned them in. They were visited by none other than the infamous Lord Voldemort.
Her father was away on business, so Cynthia was home with her mother. "My mum hid me in a secret cupboard that even my father didn't know about. I stayed there until I heard and saw something. I heard the killing curse being performed by a man with a high-pitched voice. Then there was a flash of green light, and I heard a thud."
Little Cynthia had to live with her father. But that was no fun. Living with a man who had been so in love, and then had everything to him taken away, is no easy task. He was always drinking and he never thought out his actions. Cynthia lived with him until she could endure no more. She was fifteen.
She ran to her grandmother's house. Cynthia was a witch, but her father had never allowed her to go to school. Her grandmother, an old friend of Albus Dumbledore, got a permit for Cynthia to practice magic. She took five years of magic that summer.
Cynthia Baxter and her grandmother lived a pretty decent life. But one fear always lingered; the fear of Mr. Baxter finding them, hidden though they were.
But one day, disaster struck. Little Cynthia's life was changed forever. Her family's secret-keeper turned them in. They were visited by none other than the infamous Lord Voldemort.
Her father was away on business, so Cynthia was home with her mother. "My mum hid me in a secret cupboard that even my father didn't know about. I stayed there until I heard and saw something. I heard the killing curse being performed by a man with a high-pitched voice. Then there was a flash of green light, and I heard a thud."
Little Cynthia had to live with her father. But that was no fun. Living with a man who had been so in love, and then had everything to him taken away, is no easy task. He was always drinking and he never thought out his actions. Cynthia lived with him until she could endure no more. She was fifteen.
She ran to her grandmother's house. Cynthia was a witch, but her father had never allowed her to go to school. Her grandmother, an old friend of Albus Dumbledore, got a permit for Cynthia to practice magic. She took five years of magic that summer.
Cynthia Baxter and her grandmother lived a pretty decent life. But one fear always lingered; the fear of Mr. Baxter finding them, hidden though they were.