A/N: Yay!!!!!!! I am no longer grounded!!!! Most of you prolly didn't know I was, but that's beside the point. Chapter 9? Yes, Chapter 9. Please R/R!!!!!!! I wish that hit counter thingy was still working, that way I could tell just how many people aren't reviewing. I'm very happy at the moment, my school won our softball game!!!! Why, you ask, does anyone reading care? Well, you don't, but we won against our arch rivals!!!! ~:cheers all around:~ Whoo-hoo! Anywho, back to the story. Bloopy bloopy bloopy bloopy!!!!! ~:dances happily:~
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I put my head down on the table, letting the letter drift to the floor. My parents. He killed my parents. The realness of it all was sinking in unnaturally fast. The fact that I would never see them again. The fact that I had only sent two letters to them since the beginning of term.
"Oh, sweetie," Lauren said, hugging me. She was crying too, her tears quickly sinking through my robes and onto my shoulder. James only put his hand on my back.
I felt utterly lost. Why had Voldemort killed them? They couldn't have done anything to him, and they had virtually no knowledge of the wizarding world.
"Damn it!" I said. My sobs turned into silent tears, flowing steadily and coming from somewhere deep inside. The hurt was ovewhelming, and the pain was threatening to send me over the edge.
Lauren sat back in her chair. She was in some sort of disbelief. Or shock. Suddenly, she gasped. "What about Petunia?"
I began giggling uncontrolably. Petunia! The stupid, selfish, bony, horse-faced disgrace that I happen to call my sister had lived! Apparently, she had been 'out' during Voldemort's attack.
"She's fine," I said, pointing to the letter. "See? She was 'out'." I was still giggling, still crying.
James, Sirius, and Remus all looked very worried. I put my hands over my face. I couldn't stop crying. I made a mental note to stop coming to breakfast. Hadn't everything started happening at breakfast?
My giggles turned into hiccups. I stood up. "I'm going upstairs," I said. Without giving any of my friends the chance to answer, I ran to the Gryffindor common room, not stopping til I reached my own dormitory and collapsed on my bed.
It was so much to comprehend! I almost didn't believe it, but something pushed in my mind telling me it was real. The pushing in my mind was growing more intense, very rapidly. And suddenly I was ingulfed in a semi-familiar pain.
'How can I get to her?' a cruel, punishing voice demanded. It was vaugely familiar...
'I'll never tell you! You'll never find her!' I knew this voice! It was my father!
'You're very naive if you believe that,' the cold voice snarled. 'I know the seer is at Hogwarts, and I know she is attached to the Potter boy! Just tell me how to get to her!'
The scene was materialising in front of my eyes. I could see my father. He was on his knees, but looked as if he was being held down. In front of him was that same tall man in the black robes. Voldemort. Looking around, I saw my mother's body cast aside, limp and bent in unreal angles. I had a sudden urge to lunge at the dark lord, but it would have done me no good. The vision was playing in my mind, and my limbs felt as though they were weighed down by tons of bricks.
'Leave my daughter alone! She's done nothing to you!" my father cried.
Voldemort took two steps forward, and leaned down into my father's face. 'Oh, but she has. By preforming the Foreverulas Charm she took a very violent strike against me. Her and the Potter boy. She is a very powerful seer, and having her against me may be my downfall. I CANNOT LET THAT HAPPEN! She must either turn to my side, or be eliminated. Can your filthy muggle mind understand that?'
My father spat on Voldemort. And Voldemort countered by producing his wand and yelling a curse unknown to me. Father collapsed. And the vision ended, the pain dissolving.
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Disclaimer: Same as before. Hope you like the story, tell me if you think I should continue.
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I put my head down on the table, letting the letter drift to the floor. My parents. He killed my parents. The realness of it all was sinking in unnaturally fast. The fact that I would never see them again. The fact that I had only sent two letters to them since the beginning of term.
"Oh, sweetie," Lauren said, hugging me. She was crying too, her tears quickly sinking through my robes and onto my shoulder. James only put his hand on my back.
I felt utterly lost. Why had Voldemort killed them? They couldn't have done anything to him, and they had virtually no knowledge of the wizarding world.
"Damn it!" I said. My sobs turned into silent tears, flowing steadily and coming from somewhere deep inside. The hurt was ovewhelming, and the pain was threatening to send me over the edge.
Lauren sat back in her chair. She was in some sort of disbelief. Or shock. Suddenly, she gasped. "What about Petunia?"
I began giggling uncontrolably. Petunia! The stupid, selfish, bony, horse-faced disgrace that I happen to call my sister had lived! Apparently, she had been 'out' during Voldemort's attack.
"She's fine," I said, pointing to the letter. "See? She was 'out'." I was still giggling, still crying.
James, Sirius, and Remus all looked very worried. I put my hands over my face. I couldn't stop crying. I made a mental note to stop coming to breakfast. Hadn't everything started happening at breakfast?
My giggles turned into hiccups. I stood up. "I'm going upstairs," I said. Without giving any of my friends the chance to answer, I ran to the Gryffindor common room, not stopping til I reached my own dormitory and collapsed on my bed.
It was so much to comprehend! I almost didn't believe it, but something pushed in my mind telling me it was real. The pushing in my mind was growing more intense, very rapidly. And suddenly I was ingulfed in a semi-familiar pain.
'How can I get to her?' a cruel, punishing voice demanded. It was vaugely familiar...
'I'll never tell you! You'll never find her!' I knew this voice! It was my father!
'You're very naive if you believe that,' the cold voice snarled. 'I know the seer is at Hogwarts, and I know she is attached to the Potter boy! Just tell me how to get to her!'
The scene was materialising in front of my eyes. I could see my father. He was on his knees, but looked as if he was being held down. In front of him was that same tall man in the black robes. Voldemort. Looking around, I saw my mother's body cast aside, limp and bent in unreal angles. I had a sudden urge to lunge at the dark lord, but it would have done me no good. The vision was playing in my mind, and my limbs felt as though they were weighed down by tons of bricks.
'Leave my daughter alone! She's done nothing to you!" my father cried.
Voldemort took two steps forward, and leaned down into my father's face. 'Oh, but she has. By preforming the Foreverulas Charm she took a very violent strike against me. Her and the Potter boy. She is a very powerful seer, and having her against me may be my downfall. I CANNOT LET THAT HAPPEN! She must either turn to my side, or be eliminated. Can your filthy muggle mind understand that?'
My father spat on Voldemort. And Voldemort countered by producing his wand and yelling a curse unknown to me. Father collapsed. And the vision ended, the pain dissolving.
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Disclaimer: Same as before. Hope you like the story, tell me if you think I should continue.