Disclamer--I don't own harry potter, as much as I wish I did; they all belong to J.K. Rowling, which isn't me.

War With Voldemort

Chapter 1--Skrimish

I held my breath, hoping they wouldn't notice I was there. They were 4 feet from me. All I saw was long black robed men and woman pointing sticks at people, muttering strange words under their breath. Green light shot from the sticks, when the light hit a person, they screamed in agony. Chaos. Shrinking farther into the closet, I hoped I would live. Please...leave...never come back...

The screams were unbareable, pleading for help, shrieking in terrible pain. Dead bodies littered the floor. Memories flooded back to me like an ocean.

I walked to the mall. I just had to had to have those new shoes. You know, the ones with the two inch heels and green sparkles? Yes, beautiful. I practically skipped into the clothes store. I, of course, got distracted by this wonderful green dress. It would match my shoes perfectly! Thinking I heard someone say something like 'avada kedavra', I looked up. There were about 15 or 20 strange men and women in black robes.

I held onto a clothes hanger, and, suddenly, I was gone...

A/N--it's not long, i know....i'm just trying some stuff out....please review!