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Chapter 1
Audry pulled out her school notebook and frowned down at the pages. How did one write to an
uncle one didn't remember to tell them that one's parents had died? Different ways to write to her
Uncle Jon slipped in and out of her mind. She picked up a pen and stuck the end in her mouth, as
she often did when she was nervous. Audry put her pen against the paper and wrote:
Dear Uncle Jon,
I'm not sure if you remember me well. The last time I saw you I was four years old. Well, it's
me, Audry. I'm not sure if you've heard yet, and you probably haven't, scince you teach at that
magical school in Scotland. Anyways, Mom and Dad worked in the top story of the south tower for
the American Wizards Division of Magical Currency. And, well, they died in the terrorist attacks.
And, well, scince you're my only living relative, I should be with you. My mother called right
before the tower collapsed and she wants me to stay with you. But I can only stay at the
apartment for another week, or until the find Mommy and Daddy's bodies, and then Social Services
will probably put me in foster care. I know that you're only in your early twenties, and that
you aren't even married, but you're my last hope. I've always been called a rebellious child, but
I guess I can try a little harder.
Please help me.
Your niece,
Audry Laraine
Audry frowned and wiped a tear from her cheek.
'Oh, well,' she thought carelessly, 'This is it.'
She stuffed the letter in the envelope and addressed it, using her mother's leather covered
adress book. Picking it up, she breathed in the scent of jasmine and ginger. It enveloped her
briefly, and she left through the front door, sticking the letter in the mailbox so a bit
stuck through the top. Audry turned and shut the cobalt blue door to her home.
After she'd gone inside, an ash colored owl perched on the metal mailbox, eying the letter with
one crystal blue eye. It cocked its head, let out a haunting hoot, and with the letter in its talons,
it spread its wings and took flight.
~
Throughout the next few days, Audry stayed home from school, all the while calling in sick as her
mother. Would her uncle reply? Would he help her, or would he leave her to the foster care system?
And if he did want her, would he be nice? Would he be mean? Would he be one of those perverted men
who kindap and murder pretty young girls?
'Well, if he does kill pretty young girls,' Audry mused, 'I wonh't have to worry.'
Her self-confidence was quite low. She often had pimples, which is ordinary for teens, of course.
She took good care of herself, but she didn't drink enough water. That was what her mother had
said.
Audry pulled herself up off of the bed and opened a suitcase. Where ever she ended up, Uncle Jon's
or a state orphanage, she have to pack her bags.
~
Meanwhile, over in a remote, forrested area of Scotland, a young, handsome man burst into the
private quarters of the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, a black owl perched on his shoulder. He waved
a letter frantically in front of the headmaster.
"Please, sir," Jon explained, "It's my niece, she- I mean, her-" And Jon proceeded to tell the
wizened old man about his niece's situation, and how much he wanted to help her.
"Well," Albus said, pushing himslef up from the desk, "I'd better go tell the students and staff
that we'll be getting an American Exchange Student." His blue eyes twinkled behind his half-moon
spectacles.
"Please, Jon, go prepare a room for Audry. Ask Professor McGonagall to help, I'm sure she'll be
able to add the feminine touch." The two swept down the staircase, but Jon fell significantly behind.
He really hoped he was doing the right thing for his niece. A grin spread across his face. He loved
his niece already.
'Being fatherly already, eh?' He thought to himself, smirking. Jon turned a few corners, climbed 6
staircases, and ran into 2 ghosts before he found Professor McGonagall, who was hurrying to the
Great Hall. He stopped her quickly and explained the situation.
After they had decorated the room, they burst into the Great Hall, very late for dinner. They both
smiled at Dumbledore, who later that night, told the two secretly that no one but themselves would know
of Audry until she arrived. Jon assured the two that Audry was a good child. Little did they know,
that girl was tough, outgoing, outspoken, sly, sneaky, cunning, short tempered, smart, funny, and
pretty, and willing to do anything to get what she wanted.
But they would find out the hard way that this girl could raise hell.
want to be a carachter in this story, e-mail me at DevilChild137@aol.com. Okay?
Chapter 1
Audry pulled out her school notebook and frowned down at the pages. How did one write to an
uncle one didn't remember to tell them that one's parents had died? Different ways to write to her
Uncle Jon slipped in and out of her mind. She picked up a pen and stuck the end in her mouth, as
she often did when she was nervous. Audry put her pen against the paper and wrote:
Dear Uncle Jon,
I'm not sure if you remember me well. The last time I saw you I was four years old. Well, it's
me, Audry. I'm not sure if you've heard yet, and you probably haven't, scince you teach at that
magical school in Scotland. Anyways, Mom and Dad worked in the top story of the south tower for
the American Wizards Division of Magical Currency. And, well, they died in the terrorist attacks.
And, well, scince you're my only living relative, I should be with you. My mother called right
before the tower collapsed and she wants me to stay with you. But I can only stay at the
apartment for another week, or until the find Mommy and Daddy's bodies, and then Social Services
will probably put me in foster care. I know that you're only in your early twenties, and that
you aren't even married, but you're my last hope. I've always been called a rebellious child, but
I guess I can try a little harder.
Please help me.
Your niece,
Audry Laraine
Audry frowned and wiped a tear from her cheek.
'Oh, well,' she thought carelessly, 'This is it.'
She stuffed the letter in the envelope and addressed it, using her mother's leather covered
adress book. Picking it up, she breathed in the scent of jasmine and ginger. It enveloped her
briefly, and she left through the front door, sticking the letter in the mailbox so a bit
stuck through the top. Audry turned and shut the cobalt blue door to her home.
After she'd gone inside, an ash colored owl perched on the metal mailbox, eying the letter with
one crystal blue eye. It cocked its head, let out a haunting hoot, and with the letter in its talons,
it spread its wings and took flight.
~
Throughout the next few days, Audry stayed home from school, all the while calling in sick as her
mother. Would her uncle reply? Would he help her, or would he leave her to the foster care system?
And if he did want her, would he be nice? Would he be mean? Would he be one of those perverted men
who kindap and murder pretty young girls?
'Well, if he does kill pretty young girls,' Audry mused, 'I wonh't have to worry.'
Her self-confidence was quite low. She often had pimples, which is ordinary for teens, of course.
She took good care of herself, but she didn't drink enough water. That was what her mother had
said.
Audry pulled herself up off of the bed and opened a suitcase. Where ever she ended up, Uncle Jon's
or a state orphanage, she have to pack her bags.
~
Meanwhile, over in a remote, forrested area of Scotland, a young, handsome man burst into the
private quarters of the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, a black owl perched on his shoulder. He waved
a letter frantically in front of the headmaster.
"Please, sir," Jon explained, "It's my niece, she- I mean, her-" And Jon proceeded to tell the
wizened old man about his niece's situation, and how much he wanted to help her.
"Well," Albus said, pushing himslef up from the desk, "I'd better go tell the students and staff
that we'll be getting an American Exchange Student." His blue eyes twinkled behind his half-moon
spectacles.
"Please, Jon, go prepare a room for Audry. Ask Professor McGonagall to help, I'm sure she'll be
able to add the feminine touch." The two swept down the staircase, but Jon fell significantly behind.
He really hoped he was doing the right thing for his niece. A grin spread across his face. He loved
his niece already.
'Being fatherly already, eh?' He thought to himself, smirking. Jon turned a few corners, climbed 6
staircases, and ran into 2 ghosts before he found Professor McGonagall, who was hurrying to the
Great Hall. He stopped her quickly and explained the situation.
After they had decorated the room, they burst into the Great Hall, very late for dinner. They both
smiled at Dumbledore, who later that night, told the two secretly that no one but themselves would know
of Audry until she arrived. Jon assured the two that Audry was a good child. Little did they know,
that girl was tough, outgoing, outspoken, sly, sneaky, cunning, short tempered, smart, funny, and
pretty, and willing to do anything to get what she wanted.
But they would find out the hard way that this girl could raise hell.