The Kewex Curse
(woriking title)
Summary: Felicia Calk always knew she wasn't normal. She was raised in a foster home after her mother and grandmother myseteriously disappeared when Felicia was 3. Still, Felicia knew that her family wasn't the only thing that set her apart from the other kids. She never knew just how different she was, until one day she got a letter from Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. The familiar ones belong to J.K. Rowling, and Felicia... well, she pretty much belongs to herself.
A/N: Please r&r. Flames are accepted, but this is my first HP fic, so be nice. I absolutely live for feedback, so don't be shy.
Prolouge
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Amelia Calk woke up with a start. Nervously, she ran into the next room to check on her six-year-old daughter, Belinda. She was sound asleep, so Amelia gently closed the door, and went back into her own room.
She'd had the nightmare again. This was third time this week. It was always the same dream, the one she'd been having since Belinda was a baby. In it, she saw Belinda's father, Tom, surrounded by a bright, green light. He was laughing, not a normal laugh, but an odd, maniacal one.
Amelia shook her head, trying to clear the image from her mind. She hadn't seen Tom in years. They'd grown up in the same orphanage, but he went to a private school during most of the year. He'd come back for a few months after he graduated, but left when Belinda was born, and hadn't been back since. The only time Amelia thought of him was when she got those strange recurring nightmares.
She yawned, and climbed back into bed. Promising herself that she wouldn't have the dream again tonight, she reached over, turned off the light, and drifted back to sleep.
|Thirty-Five Years Later|
"Come in!" Belinda called in response to the doorbell. Without looking up, she knew who it was.
"Bel!" Amelia called. She came into the kitchen where Belinda was cooking dinner, and put her arms around her daughter.
"Hi, Mom." Belinda greeted.
"Gram!"
They both looked to see a little girl, about three years old, toddle into the room. Amelia scooped her up, making the little girl giggle.
"Hello, Felicia." Amelia said, giving her granddaughter a kiss. Felicia giggled again, then squirmed, wanting to be put down. Amelia obliged, and Felicia ran out of the room. Amelia and Belinda followed her into the dining room, where the toddler clambored onto a chair to reach the paper she'd been painting on. Belinda reached over and put her hand out, making sure Felicia didn't fall. Felicia, ignoring her mother, stretched out her arm, grabbing at a paintbrush that was out of her reach.
There was a noise in the front, distracting both adults for the moment. Just as they looked up toward the foyer, the paintbrush seemed to start rolling on it's own, landing at little Felicia's fingertips.
Neither adult noticed. They were too concerned with the man that had entered the apartment. He was tall, and mean-looking, with slick blonde hair and piercing eyes.
Amelia and Belinda crept cautiously into the living room. Felicia follwed, hiding behind her mother, but ran back into the dining room when she saw the stranger.
The man pulled out what looked like a long, thin stick. Belinda clung to her mother, half terrified and half amused that this man thought he could hurt them with a twig.
To Belinda's bewilderment, the 'twig' suddenly started glowing with a bright, green light. She and Amelia were shocked into silence. The man started muttering nonsense words. "...axeay laaw odeoh... kewex!"
Felicia heard the jibberish and opened her door a crack. She peered out, and saw the bright light expand to fill the entire room. Scared, she pulled the door shut again. When she opened it the next time, Belinda, Amelia, and the man were nowhere in sight, and in the middle of the room, floating in mid-air, was a giant skull.
(woriking title)
Summary: Felicia Calk always knew she wasn't normal. She was raised in a foster home after her mother and grandmother myseteriously disappeared when Felicia was 3. Still, Felicia knew that her family wasn't the only thing that set her apart from the other kids. She never knew just how different she was, until one day she got a letter from Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. The familiar ones belong to J.K. Rowling, and Felicia... well, she pretty much belongs to herself.
A/N: Please r&r. Flames are accepted, but this is my first HP fic, so be nice. I absolutely live for feedback, so don't be shy.
Prolouge
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Amelia Calk woke up with a start. Nervously, she ran into the next room to check on her six-year-old daughter, Belinda. She was sound asleep, so Amelia gently closed the door, and went back into her own room.
She'd had the nightmare again. This was third time this week. It was always the same dream, the one she'd been having since Belinda was a baby. In it, she saw Belinda's father, Tom, surrounded by a bright, green light. He was laughing, not a normal laugh, but an odd, maniacal one.
Amelia shook her head, trying to clear the image from her mind. She hadn't seen Tom in years. They'd grown up in the same orphanage, but he went to a private school during most of the year. He'd come back for a few months after he graduated, but left when Belinda was born, and hadn't been back since. The only time Amelia thought of him was when she got those strange recurring nightmares.
She yawned, and climbed back into bed. Promising herself that she wouldn't have the dream again tonight, she reached over, turned off the light, and drifted back to sleep.
|Thirty-Five Years Later|
"Come in!" Belinda called in response to the doorbell. Without looking up, she knew who it was.
"Bel!" Amelia called. She came into the kitchen where Belinda was cooking dinner, and put her arms around her daughter.
"Hi, Mom." Belinda greeted.
"Gram!"
They both looked to see a little girl, about three years old, toddle into the room. Amelia scooped her up, making the little girl giggle.
"Hello, Felicia." Amelia said, giving her granddaughter a kiss. Felicia giggled again, then squirmed, wanting to be put down. Amelia obliged, and Felicia ran out of the room. Amelia and Belinda followed her into the dining room, where the toddler clambored onto a chair to reach the paper she'd been painting on. Belinda reached over and put her hand out, making sure Felicia didn't fall. Felicia, ignoring her mother, stretched out her arm, grabbing at a paintbrush that was out of her reach.
There was a noise in the front, distracting both adults for the moment. Just as they looked up toward the foyer, the paintbrush seemed to start rolling on it's own, landing at little Felicia's fingertips.
Neither adult noticed. They were too concerned with the man that had entered the apartment. He was tall, and mean-looking, with slick blonde hair and piercing eyes.
Amelia and Belinda crept cautiously into the living room. Felicia follwed, hiding behind her mother, but ran back into the dining room when she saw the stranger.
The man pulled out what looked like a long, thin stick. Belinda clung to her mother, half terrified and half amused that this man thought he could hurt them with a twig.
To Belinda's bewilderment, the 'twig' suddenly started glowing with a bright, green light. She and Amelia were shocked into silence. The man started muttering nonsense words. "...axeay laaw odeoh... kewex!"
Felicia heard the jibberish and opened her door a crack. She peered out, and saw the bright light expand to fill the entire room. Scared, she pulled the door shut again. When she opened it the next time, Belinda, Amelia, and the man were nowhere in sight, and in the middle of the room, floating in mid-air, was a giant skull.