-----I have has a huge, gigantic case of the horrible "Writer's Block"!! I need your help! I have noting to write, well good, I can go rattling on about nothing I don't know if I want to kill Chanita off or just make a thing like they go to Hogwarts. I need your HELP! Please?
"Harry, Harry, get up." Dumbledore said,
Harry sat up shaking madly; his face was a pale white.
"Harry what's wrong?" Dumbledore said looking worried
"Cha, Cha, Chanita, she, she died." Harry said getting paler
Harry had realistic dreams before but this was the most real dream he had ever had. Harry looked out the window the sun was coming out.
"What are you talking about?"
"My dream, we're flying, she fell, she...."
"Okay you don't have to tell me I get the picture. Were half way to the United States, what do you want to do?"
"I do need to go to the bathroom."
"Me too, humm I was thinking about that before we left."
Dumbledore conjured a bathroom and motioned for Harry to go in first.
When Harry and Dumbledore started eating. An owl was tapping on the car window.
Professor Dumbledore,
Thursday some one broke into Chanita's room. She says they tried to perform Alva Kadavra, but luckily failed. We heard her screaming and found her stunned on her bed. Now she is ghostly pale and She hasn't woken up since yesterday when Mark did the counter curse she talked for a little bit than fell asleep. Her condition has gotten worse since the accident on the Quidditch field. I fear the worse I'm sorry I haven't mentioned this before but, Mark and I have been going crazy taking care of Chanita. She said before she fell asleep that she knew she was dying.
Awaiting your arrival
Erin Troxell
Dumbledore stared at the letter and put it in his pocket.
"Harry, I'm afraid your sister is very sick." Dumbledore said grimly
"How bad?" Harry said
"I'm not too sure but we shall find out."
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Chanita's room was dark except for a few moonbeams shining down on her face. Erin was fast asleep on a spare bed. The room was filled with all kinds of flowers, when Chantia was 3 she had fallen off a toy baby broomstick and broke her arm. After they took her to the hospital and used the "Skle-Grow". They wanted to keep her over night so they took her to the gift shop. Mark said she could have anything she wanted she picked all the flowers in the gift shop.
Chantia lay there in a motionless sleep. Under her pillow was the picture of Harry Potter, she really didn't know he was her brother, she thought he was kind of cute. Her long dark red hair flowing over the pillows, her hands at her sides over the sheets. It seemed as she wasn't even breathing, but a silent sound was coming from her.
Chanita's blue eyes slowly opened she looked around, confused. She tried the pull her self up but she was too weak. She closed her eyes and a sudden burst of energy came upon her. She sat up pausing for a second, then moving her feet to the cool wooden floor. She stopped again and stood up, her long nightgown touching the floor.
Chanita seemed to be entranced; she stared strait into the darkness in the room. She walked to the door to the baloney. The chilly summer wind swept across her face. She staggered towards the steps and walked down.
The Troxells lived in a neighborhood with a fair amount of wizards, when Muggles would move in, there gone in a week. Chanita had to walk about 3 blocks before she was noticed as "odd". Even so she wasn't her self, unblinkingly looking ahead. She then wandered in to a square of Muggles.
"Little girl, were are you parents?" One elderly lady asked
"You shouldn't be here this late, it that!"
Still Chantia stood like she was the only one there. She had comments all night until a cop came up to her and said,
"Child you must come with me to the station, your parents are probley worried sick!"
Chanita wouldn't move then the cop pulled on her arm. Her eyes rolled up in to her head and she knew no more.
"CHANITA!" Erin screamed
Erin had woken up and went to Chanita's bed and realized it was vacant. She ran thought all the rooms upstairs crying. She went down stairs to her and Mark's room.
"Mark!" Erin said panting
"What what's that screaming?" Marks said sleepily
"She, she's gone!"
"When, What, how do you know?"
"I don't know! I woke up and she was gone, I cheeked all the rooms. Not a trace of her."
"Dumbledore will be her shortly go to bed I look for her."
"No, but."
"Do you want some of the sleeping potion?"
"Please."
Mark went to the "potion room" and got her a little vile. She slowly drank it and fell asleep.
Mark went to the basement and told the house elves to look for Chanita while he was gone he picked up his broom sick and started looking. Hours went by and still no sign of her. He went back to the house to welcome Dumbledore.
Little did he know Chanita was lying unconscious on a hospital bed, in critical condition?
In a coffee room a doctor and nurse were talking.
"John were was the ah... Janie Doe found?" the nurse said
"The red head?" The doctor said
"The cop that rode with her in ambulance said she passed out in some square. He asked around and said no one saw her with any one else. He even said she just might be some run away orphan. They only come in to identify the body."
"Do you think she will make it?"
"Maria, between me and you. She has a major concussion and well I think she is in a coma, she was in one when she arrived and she was slipping in and out. I'm not quite sure what happened to her, but no. I don't and the state says if they don't come to in three days with no indemnification, to pull the plug, burry the body and say noting."
"But, isn't that against the law?"
"Well yes but if we say anything were fired. Johnson told the next day his house was burned down, his whole family killed. Please don't say anything. I know things might be different in Oklahoma but here we, well we have no choice."
"I'm from Kansas, John you know I wouldn't say anything but I feel so bad for her. She's so pretty, so innocent, what if she does have a family? Ran away, got hurt her parents find her dead here."
"I don't know, but really I don't think she has much hope. She has things I've never seen before."
"DOCTOR MILLER, PLEASE REPORT TO ROOM 777." The PA system blared
"Maria, I think that's her room, lets go see."
The two walked over to Chanita's room.
"Harry, Harry, get up." Dumbledore said,
Harry sat up shaking madly; his face was a pale white.
"Harry what's wrong?" Dumbledore said looking worried
"Cha, Cha, Chanita, she, she died." Harry said getting paler
Harry had realistic dreams before but this was the most real dream he had ever had. Harry looked out the window the sun was coming out.
"What are you talking about?"
"My dream, we're flying, she fell, she...."
"Okay you don't have to tell me I get the picture. Were half way to the United States, what do you want to do?"
"I do need to go to the bathroom."
"Me too, humm I was thinking about that before we left."
Dumbledore conjured a bathroom and motioned for Harry to go in first.
When Harry and Dumbledore started eating. An owl was tapping on the car window.
Professor Dumbledore,
Thursday some one broke into Chanita's room. She says they tried to perform Alva Kadavra, but luckily failed. We heard her screaming and found her stunned on her bed. Now she is ghostly pale and She hasn't woken up since yesterday when Mark did the counter curse she talked for a little bit than fell asleep. Her condition has gotten worse since the accident on the Quidditch field. I fear the worse I'm sorry I haven't mentioned this before but, Mark and I have been going crazy taking care of Chanita. She said before she fell asleep that she knew she was dying.
Awaiting your arrival
Erin Troxell
Dumbledore stared at the letter and put it in his pocket.
"Harry, I'm afraid your sister is very sick." Dumbledore said grimly
"How bad?" Harry said
"I'm not too sure but we shall find out."
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Chanita's room was dark except for a few moonbeams shining down on her face. Erin was fast asleep on a spare bed. The room was filled with all kinds of flowers, when Chantia was 3 she had fallen off a toy baby broomstick and broke her arm. After they took her to the hospital and used the "Skle-Grow". They wanted to keep her over night so they took her to the gift shop. Mark said she could have anything she wanted she picked all the flowers in the gift shop.
Chantia lay there in a motionless sleep. Under her pillow was the picture of Harry Potter, she really didn't know he was her brother, she thought he was kind of cute. Her long dark red hair flowing over the pillows, her hands at her sides over the sheets. It seemed as she wasn't even breathing, but a silent sound was coming from her.
Chanita's blue eyes slowly opened she looked around, confused. She tried the pull her self up but she was too weak. She closed her eyes and a sudden burst of energy came upon her. She sat up pausing for a second, then moving her feet to the cool wooden floor. She stopped again and stood up, her long nightgown touching the floor.
Chanita seemed to be entranced; she stared strait into the darkness in the room. She walked to the door to the baloney. The chilly summer wind swept across her face. She staggered towards the steps and walked down.
The Troxells lived in a neighborhood with a fair amount of wizards, when Muggles would move in, there gone in a week. Chanita had to walk about 3 blocks before she was noticed as "odd". Even so she wasn't her self, unblinkingly looking ahead. She then wandered in to a square of Muggles.
"Little girl, were are you parents?" One elderly lady asked
"You shouldn't be here this late, it that!"
Still Chantia stood like she was the only one there. She had comments all night until a cop came up to her and said,
"Child you must come with me to the station, your parents are probley worried sick!"
Chanita wouldn't move then the cop pulled on her arm. Her eyes rolled up in to her head and she knew no more.
"CHANITA!" Erin screamed
Erin had woken up and went to Chanita's bed and realized it was vacant. She ran thought all the rooms upstairs crying. She went down stairs to her and Mark's room.
"Mark!" Erin said panting
"What what's that screaming?" Marks said sleepily
"She, she's gone!"
"When, What, how do you know?"
"I don't know! I woke up and she was gone, I cheeked all the rooms. Not a trace of her."
"Dumbledore will be her shortly go to bed I look for her."
"No, but."
"Do you want some of the sleeping potion?"
"Please."
Mark went to the "potion room" and got her a little vile. She slowly drank it and fell asleep.
Mark went to the basement and told the house elves to look for Chanita while he was gone he picked up his broom sick and started looking. Hours went by and still no sign of her. He went back to the house to welcome Dumbledore.
Little did he know Chanita was lying unconscious on a hospital bed, in critical condition?
In a coffee room a doctor and nurse were talking.
"John were was the ah... Janie Doe found?" the nurse said
"The red head?" The doctor said
"The cop that rode with her in ambulance said she passed out in some square. He asked around and said no one saw her with any one else. He even said she just might be some run away orphan. They only come in to identify the body."
"Do you think she will make it?"
"Maria, between me and you. She has a major concussion and well I think she is in a coma, she was in one when she arrived and she was slipping in and out. I'm not quite sure what happened to her, but no. I don't and the state says if they don't come to in three days with no indemnification, to pull the plug, burry the body and say noting."
"But, isn't that against the law?"
"Well yes but if we say anything were fired. Johnson told the next day his house was burned down, his whole family killed. Please don't say anything. I know things might be different in Oklahoma but here we, well we have no choice."
"I'm from Kansas, John you know I wouldn't say anything but I feel so bad for her. She's so pretty, so innocent, what if she does have a family? Ran away, got hurt her parents find her dead here."
"I don't know, but really I don't think she has much hope. She has things I've never seen before."
"DOCTOR MILLER, PLEASE REPORT TO ROOM 777." The PA system blared
"Maria, I think that's her room, lets go see."
The two walked over to Chanita's room.