An American Year
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The sun was just rising, its radiant orange-red rays filling the clear blue sky, when a sixteen-year-old diviner awoke. Her raven black hair was tosseled and had a remarkable contrast to her ivory, bone white skin.
Her love for the morning started when she was only three, waking up at this very hour, gazing at the sky, watching the red, yellow and orange fill the dark heavens to its picturesque baby blue. Ever since, her internal clock woke her, even if she did not want to see her beloved sky. Some days it hurt her so, blinding her blue eyes, just to look at its radiant color.
Today was not a case like those dreaded mornings. She got up; her soft green nightgown flowed around her, and walked to the window. As she looked out, her heart was filled great emotion. Sadness, confusion, and joy filled her as she saw a baby dolphin jump out of the ocean and twist in the air. There was not a reason for the sadness and confusion, but again, it was there.
As she sighed and wandered to the kitchen, she heard a voice. Stopping in her tracks, she tries to hear what it was saying. At last she heard it.
"Athanasia."
The voice was coming from her room. It was beckoning her.
"Athanasia come, come here. You must leave. Leave and never return. The mark on your arm shows it. It is your destiny, your future."
Athanasia turned and glided to her room, one pace at a time. "My future is left with the heavens, the destiny. Myself. Please, begone from my home."
"You can't say I never warned you," the low and deep voice whispered.
She almost reached the door of her room, in fact she was touching the white oak door, pushing it open. "If I needed it, I would be on my knees, and you can see that is not happening."
"Are you so sure? Don't be so trustworthy of your predictions. They will make the end of you."
With a cruel laugh, the voice vanished, leaving Athanasia on the floor cold, near death.
***
"Thank god I don't have to wear those horrid dress robes again!" Ron exclaimed while examining his new set of midnight blue dress robes.
"You know you liked those maroon ones! Don't lie," laughed Harry.
"Don't forget the lace!" hollered Hermione.
Ron's ears were turning bright red as they were loading up their trunks onto the Hogwarts Express. "Well, I didn't pick those! And maroon...ech."
"ALL ABOARD! THE TRAIN WILL BE LEAVING IN 10 MINUTES!"
"I guess we better be getting on the train, and by the way Harry, what ever happened to Sirius? I know he went on trial a week ago, but what happened?" inquired Hermione.
"I thought you got the Daily Prophet, Miss Know It All!" Ron said.
"My parents didn't subscribe again, since we were in France, and no one was going to have time to read it. Harry? What happened?" said Hermione.
"Well, he's now free and cleared of all those bloody convictions, no thanks to Fudge. People are still a bit afraid of him..."
The trio finally found an empty compartment up front where all the Prefects sit.
"So what is he doing now? Like for a job?" Ron said as he sat down.
"Gone back to some Auror Academy. He's staying for the rest of this year to finish polishing his skills." said Harry, while smoothing out his badge.
"Really?"
***
RRRIIINNNGGG!!!
"GRR…hmph…Honey, please close the alarm!" Beatrice grumbled.
RRRIIINNNGGG!!!
"HONEY!"
RRRIIINNNGGG!!!
"Hphmm…fine…" Frank said as he slammed his fist on the alarm button.
"Is Athanasia awake?" Beatrice questioned.
"I bet she is…should we tell her about…well, you know?" replied Frank as he stared at the ceiling. "Funny," he thought. "Those dots on the ceiling look like Athanasia's mark on her arm."
"NO." "I can't believe he's bring this up now," Beatrice said to herself.
"But sweetiepie, she deserves to know her past," Frank protested.
"Not now. Later," Beatrice said as she got up and smoothed out her white silky nightgown.
"Fine, later, but we must tell her. Now," Frank replied with a large kiss on Beatrice's forehead, "we have to wake her up. We have to go down to Dungeon Avenue to but her school supplies."
"Sure, let me get up first," yawned his wife.
"I'll see if she got up," Frank said as he put on his robe.
"I'll do it. You get dressed."
"Thanks."
Beatrice stood up and started walking to her daughter's room. With every passing step she thought she smelled something…a familiar smell. "Roses, mmmm, cookies. I have to make sure Athanasia isn't eating in her room," thought Beatrice. Suddenly, she sees a pool of bright red blood from her daughter's room. And lying in the mist of it all was Athanasia. Her hair was tangled all over her delicate face and blood was coming from her leg and shoulder. The bloody green nightgown was covered with dozens of roses.
"Oh my god! Why the hell is she...oh my! She's cold! Frank call the hospital! Athanasia! Don't give out on me!"
Frank comes rushing in the room, his arm half in his navy business suite. "What?! What happened? Oh my…"
"How am I supposed to know? GET AN AMBULENCE! NOW!" Beatrice yelled hysterically.
"911? I need an ambulance now! Yes, of course it's an emergency! The address is 210 North Springs Ave. My daughter...she's on the floor, cold, blood everywhere! My wife Beatrice is with her now...yes, 5 minutes? HURRY!"
Frank slammed down the phone as sirens could be heard, louder and louder as the ambulance reaches the beach house.g
A/N: All characters (besides mine) belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
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