Phoebe: Oh hello, I see that you have stumbled upon our story :)
Sabrina: There is something you need to know, before you start to read
this.
Phoebe: WE- Phoebe and Sabrina that is- DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE FOLLOWING
PLACES NOR CHARACTERS!
Sabrina: . Except Phoebe and Sabrina and some other little unimportant
people.
Draco: They are two weirdoes, aren't they?
Sabrina: Hei! Who allowed you to speak?
Draco: I don't need to ask permission if I want to speak.
Sabrina: yes you do or you will have to face the consequences
Draco: What consequences?
Sabrina: Just turn around.
Draco: *turns around* *eyes widen*
Phoebe: *hits Draco with a base ball bat*
Sabrina: So. the consequences.
Phoebe: I hope I didn't kill him.
Sabrina: Ah, who cares.
Phoebe: Have fun reading!
*They drag Draco's body away*
Two Sides Of The Mirror Chapter 1
She slammed her suitcase shut and turned around: "I am done now." She was facing a blonde haired woman whose face was hidden behind a white mask. "Very well Sabrina, but remember you are not going to Hogwarts to have fun. You have a mission to take care of."
Sabrina lowered her raven black head and sighed. She had never seen the face behind the mask. Her entire life she had been talking to faceless and nameless people and now it was time to leave the world of secrecy and face the real world. "I know Impossible," she said with a lowered voice. "I know what I have to do."
She turned around to grab her suitcase when a hand landed on her shoulder: "Are you sure you are ready for it? If you would like to wait longer, we would understand." Concern echoed from the woman's voice.
Sabrina turned around and faced the faceless woman, who had been like a mother to her. "No Impossible," she said, trying to hold back tears. "I owe it to Him and I owe it to my parents. When the Potters murdered my parent I was left all alone. No one cared of me, except him. I know that I was far too young to remember it, but I know that He cared for me. Why else would he have adopted me? And you told me that he loved me, didn't you? He loved me, did he not?" Impossible nodded and pushed the weeping girl strongly against her. Sabrina sobbed: "I hate the Potters! I really hate them! They killed my parents! And I ended up living here with you. I do love you Impossible, but I miss my parents. I never really got to know them. And then their son destroyed him. He destroyed the only person that was left for me."
Impossible sighed: "And today our paths separate us. Sabrina, I won't be here when you return." Sabrina raised her head, but before she managed to say anything Impossible closed her lips with her finger: "Hush now, child! You have to concentrate on your mission. You will feel better after you have your revenge. I promise." She smiled under her mask and pulled Sabrina on her feet. "Stop your crying. I will always be with you in my heart and if you do everything exactly as we have told you, you will get your revenge and you will have back your father. Now come on. You have to hurry up or you will miss the train." Sabrina wiped away her tears and walked out of the room.
A metallic gong echoed through the mansion. That meant that Impossible had summoned front door guards to pick up her luggage. She stepped outside and took a deep breath. There was a muggle taxi waiting for her to take her to the train station. Two masked men came out and set her luggage in to the trunk. Sabrina was just about to sit in to the car when Impossible ran outside and shouted: "You forgot Ziny!" She rushed to the car and handed Sabrina a pet transport box. "Oh, how could I forget Ziny?" Sabrina exclaimed. "Thank you so much!" She took a last look to Impossible and to the mansion, where she had grown up and sat in to the car.
The driver started the engine and turned to Sabrina: "Where to miss?" Sabrina sighed: "To Kings Cross Station please." She hoped to deal with her thoughts during the trip, but the driver had decided to annoy her: "What were all those costumes about? Is your family holding a carnival or what?" Sabrina glared at the older man. He was fat and nearly bald. She made a grimace and snapped: "Yes! And now drive and leave me alone! I don't want any more blabbering! Got it?" The driver angrily turned on the radio and muttered something about spoiled brats.
***
At the same time another young girl sat on the back seat of a taxi with an older woman, but this taxi was very abnormal. It was painted red with yellow spots and it practically drove through everything. The redheaded girl on the back seat looked out the window and her bright green eyes grew three times bigger as they drove through a lantern post. She turned to the gray haired woman next to her: "This has to be a dream. Just yesterday I was just a normal girl in that orphanage and today everything in my life is turned upside down. When you came yesterday and told me that I was a witch and I had to go to a special school, I first thought that it all is a big joke."
"Ms. Scully." the woman started, but the girl interrupted her: "Call me Phoebe, please." The woman smiled and continued: "All right then Phoebe, there is much more things you have to get used to in the Wizarding world." Then she turned to the driver: "Could you please hurry? We spent far too much precious time in the Diagon Alley; the train is going to leave in twenty minutes." The driver only nodded and increased speed.
Phoebe looked out the window again. Who could have guessed that something so special was going to happen to her? In her heart she still feared that this all was a big mistake or even worse- a joke. She had always been a loner. Nobody seemed to like her. Often she had wished that someone would come and take her away from the orphanage, but it never happened. As she was younger she saw as many children left that prison that had been her home for almost ten years. She always hoped that tomorrow it would be her who was going to leave that place, holding hands with her new parents, but the days passed and it dint happen. Days became weeks, then months, years. When she turned eight, she knew that there was no way to get out of that place and now, she could not believe it, she was driving towards a new life. She was going to become a witch.
15 minutes later they arrived at the station. The woman led her to a barrier between the 9th and the 10th platform and explained how to access platform 9 ¾. Then she wished her all the luck in the world and left. Phoebe eyed the barrier. How was she going to get through it? She shrugged her shoulders, took a deep breath and ran towards it with her trolley. Before she reached the wall she closed her eyes. She was very surprised when there was no impact. It was a warm tickling feeling when she ran through the wall. Too amazed to stop, she crashed in to someone else's trolley. Her suitcase flew off the trolley. "Oh, I am so sorry," she said to a blonde haired boy, whose trolley she had crashed in to. The boy nodded and walked away.
Phoebe dragged her luggage off the trolley and went to look for a coupe for herself. She opened a door and found the same boy; she had crashed in to, sitting there. "Um, is there still room in this coupe or are people still coming?" she asked. "No, it is all right," answered the boy. Then he crossed his arms on his chest and stared outside, not paying any further attention to the girl. Phoebe took a seat in front of him, curled her feet under her, took out a notebook and a pencil and started writing. It was her hobby to write short stories and poetry. Five minutes later she was so deep in her own thoughts that she even didn't notice that the boy's eyes were now focused to her.
~ by Phoebe :p
Two Sides Of The Mirror Chapter 1
She slammed her suitcase shut and turned around: "I am done now." She was facing a blonde haired woman whose face was hidden behind a white mask. "Very well Sabrina, but remember you are not going to Hogwarts to have fun. You have a mission to take care of."
Sabrina lowered her raven black head and sighed. She had never seen the face behind the mask. Her entire life she had been talking to faceless and nameless people and now it was time to leave the world of secrecy and face the real world. "I know Impossible," she said with a lowered voice. "I know what I have to do."
She turned around to grab her suitcase when a hand landed on her shoulder: "Are you sure you are ready for it? If you would like to wait longer, we would understand." Concern echoed from the woman's voice.
Sabrina turned around and faced the faceless woman, who had been like a mother to her. "No Impossible," she said, trying to hold back tears. "I owe it to Him and I owe it to my parents. When the Potters murdered my parent I was left all alone. No one cared of me, except him. I know that I was far too young to remember it, but I know that He cared for me. Why else would he have adopted me? And you told me that he loved me, didn't you? He loved me, did he not?" Impossible nodded and pushed the weeping girl strongly against her. Sabrina sobbed: "I hate the Potters! I really hate them! They killed my parents! And I ended up living here with you. I do love you Impossible, but I miss my parents. I never really got to know them. And then their son destroyed him. He destroyed the only person that was left for me."
Impossible sighed: "And today our paths separate us. Sabrina, I won't be here when you return." Sabrina raised her head, but before she managed to say anything Impossible closed her lips with her finger: "Hush now, child! You have to concentrate on your mission. You will feel better after you have your revenge. I promise." She smiled under her mask and pulled Sabrina on her feet. "Stop your crying. I will always be with you in my heart and if you do everything exactly as we have told you, you will get your revenge and you will have back your father. Now come on. You have to hurry up or you will miss the train." Sabrina wiped away her tears and walked out of the room.
A metallic gong echoed through the mansion. That meant that Impossible had summoned front door guards to pick up her luggage. She stepped outside and took a deep breath. There was a muggle taxi waiting for her to take her to the train station. Two masked men came out and set her luggage in to the trunk. Sabrina was just about to sit in to the car when Impossible ran outside and shouted: "You forgot Ziny!" She rushed to the car and handed Sabrina a pet transport box. "Oh, how could I forget Ziny?" Sabrina exclaimed. "Thank you so much!" She took a last look to Impossible and to the mansion, where she had grown up and sat in to the car.
The driver started the engine and turned to Sabrina: "Where to miss?" Sabrina sighed: "To Kings Cross Station please." She hoped to deal with her thoughts during the trip, but the driver had decided to annoy her: "What were all those costumes about? Is your family holding a carnival or what?" Sabrina glared at the older man. He was fat and nearly bald. She made a grimace and snapped: "Yes! And now drive and leave me alone! I don't want any more blabbering! Got it?" The driver angrily turned on the radio and muttered something about spoiled brats.
***
At the same time another young girl sat on the back seat of a taxi with an older woman, but this taxi was very abnormal. It was painted red with yellow spots and it practically drove through everything. The redheaded girl on the back seat looked out the window and her bright green eyes grew three times bigger as they drove through a lantern post. She turned to the gray haired woman next to her: "This has to be a dream. Just yesterday I was just a normal girl in that orphanage and today everything in my life is turned upside down. When you came yesterday and told me that I was a witch and I had to go to a special school, I first thought that it all is a big joke."
"Ms. Scully." the woman started, but the girl interrupted her: "Call me Phoebe, please." The woman smiled and continued: "All right then Phoebe, there is much more things you have to get used to in the Wizarding world." Then she turned to the driver: "Could you please hurry? We spent far too much precious time in the Diagon Alley; the train is going to leave in twenty minutes." The driver only nodded and increased speed.
Phoebe looked out the window again. Who could have guessed that something so special was going to happen to her? In her heart she still feared that this all was a big mistake or even worse- a joke. She had always been a loner. Nobody seemed to like her. Often she had wished that someone would come and take her away from the orphanage, but it never happened. As she was younger she saw as many children left that prison that had been her home for almost ten years. She always hoped that tomorrow it would be her who was going to leave that place, holding hands with her new parents, but the days passed and it dint happen. Days became weeks, then months, years. When she turned eight, she knew that there was no way to get out of that place and now, she could not believe it, she was driving towards a new life. She was going to become a witch.
15 minutes later they arrived at the station. The woman led her to a barrier between the 9th and the 10th platform and explained how to access platform 9 ¾. Then she wished her all the luck in the world and left. Phoebe eyed the barrier. How was she going to get through it? She shrugged her shoulders, took a deep breath and ran towards it with her trolley. Before she reached the wall she closed her eyes. She was very surprised when there was no impact. It was a warm tickling feeling when she ran through the wall. Too amazed to stop, she crashed in to someone else's trolley. Her suitcase flew off the trolley. "Oh, I am so sorry," she said to a blonde haired boy, whose trolley she had crashed in to. The boy nodded and walked away.
Phoebe dragged her luggage off the trolley and went to look for a coupe for herself. She opened a door and found the same boy; she had crashed in to, sitting there. "Um, is there still room in this coupe or are people still coming?" she asked. "No, it is all right," answered the boy. Then he crossed his arms on his chest and stared outside, not paying any further attention to the girl. Phoebe took a seat in front of him, curled her feet under her, took out a notebook and a pencil and started writing. It was her hobby to write short stories and poetry. Five minutes later she was so deep in her own thoughts that she even didn't notice that the boy's eyes were now focused to her.
~ by Phoebe :p
