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The Girl Who Lived Chapter One: Ashes to Ashes
"Johnathan James Peterson and Elizabeth May Peterson may you rest in peace forever," said a stone-faced reverend solemnly.
The churchgoers sat in silence for a while, thinking about the service.
"They were very young," they thought. But no one knew them too well.
All alone in the first pew was a fourteen year old girl. She sat very still and quietly, her face was an expression of complete loneliness. Her red hair was pulled back and silent tears slipped from her green eyes.
"Daisy?" said a voice behind the girl.
"Yes," she snuffled meekly. She turned around to see a lady with gray hair pulled back in a tight bun. She wore a navy business suit.
"My name is Ms. Varnin, Daisy. I'm from social services." She pulled a folder from her bag and showed it to Daisy. It had her name and Ms. Varnin's at the top along with some "case details."
"I'd like to speak to you about where you will be staying until we find you a permanent home."
"I've been staying with my neighbors," said Daisy.
"I see," Ms. Varnin said dismissively, "Tonight you will stay at our main office, and we'll then try to find a place for you to stay."
"A foster home?" Daisy guessed.
"Yes. Your parents' will did not name a legal guardian, and we could not locate any family members." Ms. Varnin explained.
"Oh," Daisy said flatly.
"We should leave soon. Now, say goodbye to your guests, then we will go." Ms. Varnin informed her pushily.
"All right," Daisy agreed.
As Ms. Varnin said, Daisy had no known living relatives. Her grandparents were all dead, and her parents had no siblings, like Daisy. She had been adopted when she was one year old, and John and Lizzy found her all alone. They never discovered who her biological parents were, and Daisy didn't really care. If they had abandoned her, she really didn't want to know them anyway. The only clue they had was the locket she was wearing. Inside there was an inscription reading: Daisy Lynn, 7-31-80'. There was also a picture of Daisy as a baby with a red haired woman. Everyone assumed it was her mother.
Daisy headed to say goodbye to her neighbors, but before she reached them someone tapped her on her shoulder.
"Um, hello, are you Daisy Peterson?" said a man with black hair and clear blue eyes. He was carrying a small book.
"Yes," Daisy replied. She eyed the unruly man with suspicion. She had never seen him before.
"My name is Sirius Black." He said, nervously looking over his shoulder. "I was a friend of your parents." He paused. "Your real parents."
"You know my parents?" Daisy asked, flabbergasted.
"Yes, I did," replied Sirius darkly.
Daisy fingered her locket, thinking of the woman pictured inside. Now that she had a link to them, knowing something about her parents not might be so bad. She suddenly had a million questions to ask.
"Who, who were they?" she stuttered, "Is this my mother?" she asked, snapping open the locket.
Sirius stared at the picture awhile, looking stirred. "Yes, that's her," he said quietly. "I never thought I'd see that thing again."
"Wow!" Daisy said, and then her face turned dark again. "Er, Mr. Black, why did they leave me there? Why didn't they want me?"
"No, Daisy! They didn't abandon you at all," he said quickly. "Call me Sirius, will you?"
"Sure, um, Sirius." She looked at him expectantly. "If they didn't abandon me, then.?"
"They were murdered," Sirius said gravely. "They loved you very much. Everyone thought you were dead, too. Until I read in the newspaper about John and Lizzy, about how they had a daughter about your age named Daisy. I had to make sure. When I saw you, I knew. You look just like your mother."
"What about, my dad?" Daisy inquired.
"He was a good man," said Sirius looking down. "And there's your brother."
"I have a brother?!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Yes, a twin brother. His name is." Sirius suddenly stopped speaking; his face turned white. He was looking over Daisy's shoulder.
"I have to go," he said hurriedly, shoving something into Daisy's hands, "This is for you. Goodbye Daisy. I'll contact you soon."
Daisy turned to see what had startled Sirius. She saw only Ms. Varnin heading her way.
"What's wrong-" Daisy said turning around. But Sirius was not there. He was gone. Daisy looked down at what he had given to her. It was a small book. She opened it up and looked inside. 'Daisy Lynn, born July 31st 1980 in Godric's Hollow' was inscribed in sparkle glue letters around a picture of a sleeping baby, her.
"What's that?" asked Ms. Varnin's stern voice.
"Nothing," Daisy snapped, slamming the book shut. "Just a book."
"All right. Who was that man you were talking to?" Daisy was beginning to think Ms. Varnin was being a little nosy, but perhaps she needed nosiness in her line of work.
"It was my neighbor," Daisy lied. She wasn't sure why she had lied for this stranger. He'd just confused her more than anything she'd ever felt.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. none of the other chapters are. I hope you like Daisy. Please Review and all that good stuff.
The Girl Who Lived Chapter One: Ashes to Ashes
"Johnathan James Peterson and Elizabeth May Peterson may you rest in peace forever," said a stone-faced reverend solemnly.
The churchgoers sat in silence for a while, thinking about the service.
"They were very young," they thought. But no one knew them too well.
All alone in the first pew was a fourteen year old girl. She sat very still and quietly, her face was an expression of complete loneliness. Her red hair was pulled back and silent tears slipped from her green eyes.
"Daisy?" said a voice behind the girl.
"Yes," she snuffled meekly. She turned around to see a lady with gray hair pulled back in a tight bun. She wore a navy business suit.
"My name is Ms. Varnin, Daisy. I'm from social services." She pulled a folder from her bag and showed it to Daisy. It had her name and Ms. Varnin's at the top along with some "case details."
"I'd like to speak to you about where you will be staying until we find you a permanent home."
"I've been staying with my neighbors," said Daisy.
"I see," Ms. Varnin said dismissively, "Tonight you will stay at our main office, and we'll then try to find a place for you to stay."
"A foster home?" Daisy guessed.
"Yes. Your parents' will did not name a legal guardian, and we could not locate any family members." Ms. Varnin explained.
"Oh," Daisy said flatly.
"We should leave soon. Now, say goodbye to your guests, then we will go." Ms. Varnin informed her pushily.
"All right," Daisy agreed.
As Ms. Varnin said, Daisy had no known living relatives. Her grandparents were all dead, and her parents had no siblings, like Daisy. She had been adopted when she was one year old, and John and Lizzy found her all alone. They never discovered who her biological parents were, and Daisy didn't really care. If they had abandoned her, she really didn't want to know them anyway. The only clue they had was the locket she was wearing. Inside there was an inscription reading: Daisy Lynn, 7-31-80'. There was also a picture of Daisy as a baby with a red haired woman. Everyone assumed it was her mother.
Daisy headed to say goodbye to her neighbors, but before she reached them someone tapped her on her shoulder.
"Um, hello, are you Daisy Peterson?" said a man with black hair and clear blue eyes. He was carrying a small book.
"Yes," Daisy replied. She eyed the unruly man with suspicion. She had never seen him before.
"My name is Sirius Black." He said, nervously looking over his shoulder. "I was a friend of your parents." He paused. "Your real parents."
"You know my parents?" Daisy asked, flabbergasted.
"Yes, I did," replied Sirius darkly.
Daisy fingered her locket, thinking of the woman pictured inside. Now that she had a link to them, knowing something about her parents not might be so bad. She suddenly had a million questions to ask.
"Who, who were they?" she stuttered, "Is this my mother?" she asked, snapping open the locket.
Sirius stared at the picture awhile, looking stirred. "Yes, that's her," he said quietly. "I never thought I'd see that thing again."
"Wow!" Daisy said, and then her face turned dark again. "Er, Mr. Black, why did they leave me there? Why didn't they want me?"
"No, Daisy! They didn't abandon you at all," he said quickly. "Call me Sirius, will you?"
"Sure, um, Sirius." She looked at him expectantly. "If they didn't abandon me, then.?"
"They were murdered," Sirius said gravely. "They loved you very much. Everyone thought you were dead, too. Until I read in the newspaper about John and Lizzy, about how they had a daughter about your age named Daisy. I had to make sure. When I saw you, I knew. You look just like your mother."
"What about, my dad?" Daisy inquired.
"He was a good man," said Sirius looking down. "And there's your brother."
"I have a brother?!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Yes, a twin brother. His name is." Sirius suddenly stopped speaking; his face turned white. He was looking over Daisy's shoulder.
"I have to go," he said hurriedly, shoving something into Daisy's hands, "This is for you. Goodbye Daisy. I'll contact you soon."
Daisy turned to see what had startled Sirius. She saw only Ms. Varnin heading her way.
"What's wrong-" Daisy said turning around. But Sirius was not there. He was gone. Daisy looked down at what he had given to her. It was a small book. She opened it up and looked inside. 'Daisy Lynn, born July 31st 1980 in Godric's Hollow' was inscribed in sparkle glue letters around a picture of a sleeping baby, her.
"What's that?" asked Ms. Varnin's stern voice.
"Nothing," Daisy snapped, slamming the book shut. "Just a book."
"All right. Who was that man you were talking to?" Daisy was beginning to think Ms. Varnin was being a little nosy, but perhaps she needed nosiness in her line of work.
"It was my neighbor," Daisy lied. She wasn't sure why she had lied for this stranger. He'd just confused her more than anything she'd ever felt.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. none of the other chapters are. I hope you like Daisy. Please Review and all that good stuff.
