A girl stood in the middle of the street staring at everything yet looking
at nothing. She stood there wondering if this was where the truth lied, the
truth she had sought after for so long now. The girl wasn't sure who she
really was but she knew that some one had to know something that would help
her to remember.
For now thought the girl had to stay in the home of Petunia Dursley. The girl didn't like Petunia from the moment that she had first met her but that didn't matter when no one even knew who you where. Then they seemed to think you where nothing more that a faint cloud of dust as though not important enough to give a name or even a sense of regard towards.
The girl had been given a name for the time being, Jamie, it seemed too simple to the girl though and strange to her ears. She wasn't sure why she was so uncomfortable with the names as it was a nice name that's brought the thought of a mother to her mind. Maybe that was why the name was uncomfortable for the girl had no mother in the few things that she could remember. For he memory only stretched back a few weeks when she woke in the strange hospital room to three complete strangers.
One of those strangers had been Petunia Dursley. When the girl had awoke to the woman's wired smile it seemed fake and distant as if the woman was faking to be safe from something she feared. That was why the girl disliked Petunia so much the woman seemed to always be wearing a mask that held fear and anger twisted into a bundle of confusion. There was already enough confusion for the girl without adding some stranger to it that wasn't worth a penny of time.
Sighing the girl picked up the single bag of things she had from the ground and walked to the door of Petunia's home that seemed just as fake as Petunia herself. The house seemed to be just like every other house that the girl saw just glancing about. The only things differing from house to house were the vehicle in the driveway and the curtains in the windows. Everything around seemed to be plain and simple here not at all like what the girl had come to imagine in her mind.
When she reached to door she knocked on the wooden green door that was exactly the same as every other one on the street. (A/N: did it ever say what color the door was in the books?) She had expected the blond woman with a cranes long neck to answer the door but instead someone else did. It was a boy around sixteen with messy jet-black hair that seemed like it was never attended to. The two of them just stood there for an odd moment or two of complete silence. Neither moved as a deer did in front of the sudden unexpected headlights that hit it as they turned the corner.
For now thought the girl had to stay in the home of Petunia Dursley. The girl didn't like Petunia from the moment that she had first met her but that didn't matter when no one even knew who you where. Then they seemed to think you where nothing more that a faint cloud of dust as though not important enough to give a name or even a sense of regard towards.
The girl had been given a name for the time being, Jamie, it seemed too simple to the girl though and strange to her ears. She wasn't sure why she was so uncomfortable with the names as it was a nice name that's brought the thought of a mother to her mind. Maybe that was why the name was uncomfortable for the girl had no mother in the few things that she could remember. For he memory only stretched back a few weeks when she woke in the strange hospital room to three complete strangers.
One of those strangers had been Petunia Dursley. When the girl had awoke to the woman's wired smile it seemed fake and distant as if the woman was faking to be safe from something she feared. That was why the girl disliked Petunia so much the woman seemed to always be wearing a mask that held fear and anger twisted into a bundle of confusion. There was already enough confusion for the girl without adding some stranger to it that wasn't worth a penny of time.
Sighing the girl picked up the single bag of things she had from the ground and walked to the door of Petunia's home that seemed just as fake as Petunia herself. The house seemed to be just like every other house that the girl saw just glancing about. The only things differing from house to house were the vehicle in the driveway and the curtains in the windows. Everything around seemed to be plain and simple here not at all like what the girl had come to imagine in her mind.
When she reached to door she knocked on the wooden green door that was exactly the same as every other one on the street. (A/N: did it ever say what color the door was in the books?) She had expected the blond woman with a cranes long neck to answer the door but instead someone else did. It was a boy around sixteen with messy jet-black hair that seemed like it was never attended to. The two of them just stood there for an odd moment or two of complete silence. Neither moved as a deer did in front of the sudden unexpected headlights that hit it as they turned the corner.