A Twisted Candle

A.N.- this story is a team story. I am doing this story with my friend Willow89. Enjoy and we love reviews so send us lots of reviews. Please take note that I use all the flames that are sent to me to help heat the homeless. Enjoy!

She felt a chill as she slept peacefully. Fluttering her sweet green eyes open she sat up gently. Blonde hair poured across her shoulders and down to her elbows. It was a bit messed up from her slumber. She brushed her head lightly and moved a strand of hair that idly strayed into her face from her widow's peak. She heard loud voices from down stairs. She softly turned on her lamp beside her bed. She walked to the door of her room and turned the cold knob. She tiptoed out of the room and closed her door silently. On her white door, in green imprint was a name, 'Candle'. The young 15-year-old girl tiptoed to the top of her stairs. The voices were shouting louder. She tiptoed down the steps softly and down to the spot where the end of the wall met with the stairs a fourth of the way down. She peaked around the corner of the wall to see. She saw her parents. Her beautiful mother wore a face of fear and concern. The neat blonde hair in a tight bun and a blue dress to match her ocean blue eyes. Next to her mother was her father. He looked furious but deep down the girl saw there was fear in his green eyes. His usually neat short brown hair was rough and restless. Her father shouted even louder toward a stranger. The man wore a hood and was floating weakly in the air! Curiously, the girl looked closer to the figure. Next to the stranger was another man. Slowly the hooded figure turned to this person. "Come, Wormtail, we know where we are not wanted." The hooded figure said in an evil and eerie voice. As if sensing her, the hooded figure slowly turned his head upwards. The girl gasped and hid behind the wall and felt an eternal fear consume her. As if she were being drown in a nightmare. On the other side of the wall, her father's eyes darted to where the hooded was looking. As if sensing what were behind it, he cleared his throat. "You were leaving, were you not?" her father said sternly but worry was detected in his voice. He swallowed a lump in his throat. The hooded figure turned and nodded. He walked toward the door followed by his servant. "But one more thing." The hooded figure said turning. He pulled out what appeared to be a wand and the next thing the girl saw was a green flash of light. The girl looked to where her parents had stood but now they were on the floor. The color on their face was a deadly pale. It hit her like a bullet, they were dead! She screamed and fell back. The hooded figure looked up and she scrambled up her stairs. She ran to the first place she could think of, her room. She heard footsteps on her tail. She turned around and there stood Wormtail with a malicious smirk on his face. She unlocked her window and thrust it upward. Suddenly Wormtail launched forward at her. She held her fist together and slammed them against his face as she charged at her. He fell to the floor. She got ready to make her escape through her window but a force held her back. She looked and saw Wormtail gripping her foot tightly. Angrily she kicked him in the face and he fell back once again. She thrust her body forward onto the tree next to her window. She held onto the branches and felt her hands slipping. She looked down to what would probably end in a broken leg and that would trouble her escape. "Going to drop three stories down?" a voice said from her window. She looked over at Wormtail annoyed. Swinging her body with balance and flipped up onto the branch with the skill of a gymnast. She then crawled her way down the tree. She landed on the ground safely and looked up to her window. As she expected Wormtail had disappeared from her window no doubt coming after her. She broke into a fast run down the street but memories of her dead parents filled her mind and hot tears fell down her cheeks.

Harry jolted up from his bed covered in sweat. He looked around at his surroundings and gave a sigh of relief. "It was only a dream." He muttered sleepily. Suddenly a sharp pain hit Harry. He gave a cry and his hand flew to his forehead and pressed against it to desperately stop the pain. Slowly he got up and went to his godfather's room, Sirius Black. Strangely, his godfather was not in bed. Harry looked at the clock by his godfather's bed. It read 1:49. Harry walked down stairs and looked around for Sirius. But he was nowhere to be found even though the lights were on. Harry looked into the living room and saw different colors on the curtains for the window. Harry peaked through the curtain and saw the flashing lights of police cars parked in front of a house on Harry's street. Harry left his house and walked to the scene. "There you are! Thought you'd never wake up in this mess." Said a familiar voice from behind him. Harry turned and saw Sirius. "What happened?" Harry asked. "It's a crime scene. Two people were found dead in their home. Their daughter witnessed the murder, ran down to a gas station, and called the police." Sirius explained. "Who lives here?" Harry asked. "I don't know them to well. But you've seen their daughter. She takes a walk everyday. I believe she waved at you through the window and you always waved back blushing." Sirius said with a grin. Harry blushed. "But now is not the time to think of happy moments. She needs a place to stay. I offered and she has accepted. But the police have a few questions to ask her." Sirius said grimly. Harry looked onto the footsteps of the house and saw the girl wrapped in a blanket. She looked frightened, restless, shocked, and sad. She had a tear-stained face. She looked up at Harry. "Her name is Candle." Sirius whispered from behind him.