Amber Stone heaved her bag up the old stone steps. She couldn't believe
that she would have to spend all of her summer holiday at her Grandmas
house in Privet Drive. She wished her parents hadn't gone on a holiday to
Paris. How could they leave her! She heard her grandma thrusting the Key
into the Key lock.
Before she knew it hot musty air slammed against her face.
"Sweet Heart let me help you up the stairs, your bags looks awfully heavy." Old Mrs Stone crackled.
"No I'm fine." Amber looked around the old house it was terribly musty. What was she meant to do all holiday? Play chess with her grandma?
Amber was lead up to her room. Her grandma left muttering "Lucky Girl has a beautiful room for the holiday." Amber could only stare. The bed had pink ruffles round the edges, the curtains were white and the walls were pink. She was 15 for goodness sake!
Amber pulled out her wand from her jeans and placed it on her desk. She opened her cat cage and her cat fluffy stumbled out and gave her an accusing look.
Amber smiled. "Fluffy your so cute when your angry, its not as though I wanted you to go in the cat cage. Grandma made me, she said normal muggles never let there cats walk free while walking around a busy street."
By then fluffy had falling into an exhausted sleep so Amber stared out the window.
She had a great view of the neighbourhood.
Her grandma was one of the people who loved to know everything that was happening in her neighbourhood. She had told Amber all about the neighbours. The neighbourhood was pretty boring and the only people that really took her interest were the Dursleys. They lived across the road and down a bit. They had two sons. She hadn't seen them yet but she really wanted too. Apparently one was really thin and the other was really fat, also they were both HER age.
Their mother was really nosy, so Amber's grandma was really strict about keeping their Witch identities a secret.
Amber was used to the muggle world. Her mum was a muggle and her dad was a wizard. Whenever Amber went shopping in her city Manchester she would have to be careful with her dad as he always seemed to look odd walking among muggles, even when he tried his hardest to look like one.
Amber's grandma only came to the house on Privet drive every holiday. Mrs Stone was secretly very proud of her house. Amber was deeply disgusted. She thought it was ugly and in need of a good clean.
That night Amber restlessly turned over and over in her bed, she felt strange all over and couldn't get to sleep. At that moment she heard a huge yell coming from her window she stumbled out of bed and peered outside. She looked down the street and noticed that one of the top bedrooms in the Dursleys house had its light on. She tried to remember what the yell had sounded like. Was it pain or shock?
Amber returned to bed and had a very patchy, one-hour sleep before she woke up again. This time she knew she wouldn't be able to go to sleep if she didn't go for a walk. Amber tiptoed past her grandmas' bedroom and she quietly opened the door.
Amber was about to close the door when she heard a tremendous bang. She felt the ground move beneath her and she rushed out to the street. The sky was alight with flickering blobs of flame. It looked just like muggle fire works.
Fear brushed against Amber's' heart she could only stare and gasp in shock, a small house was on fire and above that was a colossal skull, with a serpent producing from its mouth like a tongue. As she watched, it climbed higher and higher into the sky, blazing with a green haze.
Bind her Amber heard a voice that only confirmed her horrible thought that was floating around in her head. "It's the dark mark."
Before she knew it hot musty air slammed against her face.
"Sweet Heart let me help you up the stairs, your bags looks awfully heavy." Old Mrs Stone crackled.
"No I'm fine." Amber looked around the old house it was terribly musty. What was she meant to do all holiday? Play chess with her grandma?
Amber was lead up to her room. Her grandma left muttering "Lucky Girl has a beautiful room for the holiday." Amber could only stare. The bed had pink ruffles round the edges, the curtains were white and the walls were pink. She was 15 for goodness sake!
Amber pulled out her wand from her jeans and placed it on her desk. She opened her cat cage and her cat fluffy stumbled out and gave her an accusing look.
Amber smiled. "Fluffy your so cute when your angry, its not as though I wanted you to go in the cat cage. Grandma made me, she said normal muggles never let there cats walk free while walking around a busy street."
By then fluffy had falling into an exhausted sleep so Amber stared out the window.
She had a great view of the neighbourhood.
Her grandma was one of the people who loved to know everything that was happening in her neighbourhood. She had told Amber all about the neighbours. The neighbourhood was pretty boring and the only people that really took her interest were the Dursleys. They lived across the road and down a bit. They had two sons. She hadn't seen them yet but she really wanted too. Apparently one was really thin and the other was really fat, also they were both HER age.
Their mother was really nosy, so Amber's grandma was really strict about keeping their Witch identities a secret.
Amber was used to the muggle world. Her mum was a muggle and her dad was a wizard. Whenever Amber went shopping in her city Manchester she would have to be careful with her dad as he always seemed to look odd walking among muggles, even when he tried his hardest to look like one.
Amber's grandma only came to the house on Privet drive every holiday. Mrs Stone was secretly very proud of her house. Amber was deeply disgusted. She thought it was ugly and in need of a good clean.
That night Amber restlessly turned over and over in her bed, she felt strange all over and couldn't get to sleep. At that moment she heard a huge yell coming from her window she stumbled out of bed and peered outside. She looked down the street and noticed that one of the top bedrooms in the Dursleys house had its light on. She tried to remember what the yell had sounded like. Was it pain or shock?
Amber returned to bed and had a very patchy, one-hour sleep before she woke up again. This time she knew she wouldn't be able to go to sleep if she didn't go for a walk. Amber tiptoed past her grandmas' bedroom and she quietly opened the door.
Amber was about to close the door when she heard a tremendous bang. She felt the ground move beneath her and she rushed out to the street. The sky was alight with flickering blobs of flame. It looked just like muggle fire works.
Fear brushed against Amber's' heart she could only stare and gasp in shock, a small house was on fire and above that was a colossal skull, with a serpent producing from its mouth like a tongue. As she watched, it climbed higher and higher into the sky, blazing with a green haze.
Bind her Amber heard a voice that only confirmed her horrible thought that was floating around in her head. "It's the dark mark."