Who is the chosen one?

by crazylittleauthors

The girl stated in that prophecy was never meant to be born. But he took it the wrong way and set out to kill the girl he believed to be the chosen one. But when an illegal experiment is conducted by a group of Death Eaters and produces girls with strange powers, he might realize that the girl he hunted could be of use to the cause. Their families might just be their downfall.

10. On the Train

The silence in the compartment only intensified when another boy entered. He went to sit next to me, but upon my glaring, he decided against it. This was not how I wanted to spend my Christmas. Me and the girls had had plans for this holidays, and that obviously involved our little rituals, like Ceri eating the entire Nutella jar, Keia mimicking YouTube videos and me trying and failing to sing! I looked out of the window at the snow that covered the ground, wishing that I was back in France, where they was no snow at this time of year and where I could do whatever I wanted. But that wasn't going to happen. Not for another six years and counting. At that point, Harry walked in, and I was almost ready to break the rules already and storm off to find Keia. At least she knew how to have fun.

Glad to have packed my books, I pulled out my current read, 'Dragon Rider' and opened it up. I was pleased at the amount of reading I was getting done here and was almost done with this book too, all 527 pages of it.

I was just at my favourite part yet (when Ben gets kidnapped my the giant roc) when I felt someone sit down and look over my shoulder.

"Dragons can talk?"

Great, not only were the twins annoying, but stupid as well.

"Nope"

"What the heck is a Twigleg?"

"Get a copy of the book and find out"

Seriously, no-one interrupts my reading. I was most definitely a bookworm, and proud of it.

Over the course of my time at the Baxter's I had read every book on the shelves at least seven times, and could recite most of my current book off by heart. But this was the same book that I had read whenever I'd got in trouble at school or my friends had found new families and left me all alone. That happened a lot actually.

I got the sense that no-one really wanted me in the compartment so I decided to take my book to the bathroom to read in peace, if I was allowed.

"Can I go pee in private or do you have to follow me to the bathroom as well as everywhere else?"

Without even letting them answer, I walked out of the compartment and straight towards the, locked, toilet door. Great.

Seeing an empty spot at the end of the train, I pushed the door open and sat down. Brushing my hair out of my eyes I began to read, and soon fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of dragons, and talking mice …