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Most characters belong to J.K Rowling. Hope is one I made up.

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Hope Evans is a sixteen year old girl lost in the darkening world around her. She lost her mother, Karen Evans, six years ago and has felt alone ever since.

However she was not alone she still had her father, John Evans. Father, she always found it an odd word, mostly because her father was nothing like the typical father. Loving, caring, there when you need them or if you should fall down. No. That was definitely not her father. Her father always pushed Hope to be better. He wanted to keep the Evans name good, a strong, respected name. As it had been for years.

But Hope didn't care much for making people believe a lie. She wasn't the daughter her father wanted. She had her own thoughts and opinions. She deeply despised her father for wanting to change her. There were days when she wanted to put her life to an end. To finally let the darkness surround her, swallow her whole and leave this so called life behind. That was after it all happened. After her mother died and she nearly killed the only real friends she ever had. After the pain had left her cold and numb. After

she realized she wasn't alone.

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The Dream

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For five years of her life she had attended Durmstrang, a school that taught Dark Arts. Learning dark spells always reminded her of her friend Elizabeth and what happened on the day summers ago that seemed innocent.

They had been 'dueling', neither of them really saw it was dueling though, because they were just horsing around. Using small simple spells to see who might win.

Suddenly something came over Hope, her eyes went a deep black and her already pale face lost the little color it had. Without realizing it she had drawn her wand and had it pointed at Elizabeth. Words Hope had never heard before began to slowly seep through her lips. She watched as her friend collapsed . She suddenly shook head, as if coming out of the trans. She saw her friend lying on the ground, shaking, and in an odd, dark, eerie way Hope remembered having a proud feeling after seeing she could cause so much pain.

Finally aware of what was happening Hope pointed her wand at her friend and mumbled something. She wasn't sure if she knew what she was saying but later, after looking into her friend's hurt eyes, she didn't care

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Suddenly Hope woke up in a cold sweat and realized she had only been dreaming. What happened to Elizabeth had really happened before, but she hated reliving it.

Glancing out the window she saw it must be getting late in the morning and her father would be furious if she didn't hurry up and come down stairs. He had been making a big deal about going shopping for new school supplies. Hope hated her father when he tried to be friendly, in her opinion he really sucked at it. But just the same her going to Hogwarts this year instead of Durmstrang was a big deal to him. Mostly because Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius Malfoy, was attending school there. Hope's father had told her that going to Hogwarts this year was important for his business. In all honesty she really didn't want to get involved in of her fathers so called 'business'.

For one thing before her mother had died, she had always been telling Hope that her father was up to no good. Later in life, on her own, she had figured out what it was. He father was a death eater. Although he never really spoke of it to Hope she was almost positive he knew that she knew about it. He was always saying things like, "We mustn't do anything to displease him" or, "Soon we will all meet with him and share what we have found".

Another thing she couldn't stand about her father was how every now and then he would speak as if she wasn't in the room. When he did this she often cleared her throat to remind him she was still alive.

Soon school would start again. Soon she could leave him until Christmas break. Soon she could escape this madness that was her life. Soon.

If only soon could come faster.