(AN: Howdy Y'all!!! Emikomaru here with some news, for starters I will not be able to update over the summer cries I know, horrible isn't it? Next I want to give a shout out to all my reviewers (hugs and kisses for you all) especially Wolfkat (my anonymous beta reader) And Lady-Lillikens (for her great review) Next I hope that you will all review my story as I so kindly have reviewed many of yours.) SMILES
I do not own the Harry Potter universe but I do own :Sarah McKenzie, Jeffrey McKenzie, Linda McKenzie, Mimi Rodriguez, Alberto and Angelique Rodriguez and any other names that are not in the book series. J.K. Rowling is the goddess of all fiction and she is supreme ruler of everything else.
Sarah and her father walked around the museum, occasionally glancing at the photographs and paintings in the gallery. This had been Sarah's idea, as soon as she had heard that the museum would be hosting an "Urban Faerie" exhibit she knew she couldn't miss it. She had always been fascinated by the more, extraordinary aspects of life and her dad had done nothing to deter that belief. Her father was a tall man Almost six feet with dark mischievous eyes. He was clean shaven with tidy black hair, even though he was so tall he was skinny, always having an almost malnourished look to him. He worked as a police officer but played the guitar as a hobby and had taught Sarah how to play at a very young age.
They strolled around the gallery, studying interesting pieces of artwork. Sarah could hear a faint buzzing in the background but just brushed it off as background music. Sarah, in more ways than one, was very much like her father. She had his dark hair (although hers was dark chestnut brown, not black) with a slight wave at the tips. His facial structure, but where his face was hard and angular hers was softer and more rounded, and finally she had his smile, a smile so big and happy that everyone around her has to smile as well. She was considered somewhat of a prize among the guys in her school, they were always trying to make her smile at them, actually to notice them in any way, her legs were long and lean from all the years of horseback riding and track. She was far from being a model citizen though, she had been arrested when she was 12 for setting off a cherry bomb in a mailbox. (She had insisted that it was her evil twin Bobula at the time and that she was being framed) But other than that it was just her personality that most adults disliked, she was just too….something.
"Attention all patrons, the gallery will be closing in 5 minutes. Please make your way to the front foyer…." A soft voice called out over the speaker signalling the end to a great show
Sarah and her father started walking out but suddenly Sarah stopped and smacked her forehead with her hand
"Oh my god! I FORGOT MY CAMERA!!" She exclaimed looking around frantically, she had gotten that camera from one of her best friends, Courtney, and she cherished it like a child. Her father frowned in thought
"I think…" he said "I saw it by the bench around the-"
"-Thanks dad!" Sarah interrupted dashing off around the corner. She knew where he meant. There was bench near one of Sarah's favourite paintings, an oil painting of a basilisk doing battle with a golden griffin and a silver pegisi, on the other side of the bench was a silver curtain that her father had looked at with interest but when she asked him what he was looking at he had just changed the subject. She rounded the corner and found her camera on the bench, safe and sound. She put in her bag and noticed that the humming she had heard before had gotten louder and that the curtain beside her seemed, if at all possible, more iridescent than before. Sarah frowned and took a step toward the curtain which was now swaying in the breezeless room, she wanted to see what it was made of, what made it glow. Just as she was about to touch it she heard he dads voice call out.
"Sarah! No! Don't touch it!" she turned to ask why but she tripped over the bench and fell toward the curtain. She expected to slam into the wall anytime now but she kept on falling, she screamed as the silver light surrounded her and pulsed. Her whole body shook with unknown sensations as the light pulsed again, she couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain she was feeling, or if she was feeling at all.
What's going on!? she thought. Everything seemed to slow down for a moment as the she kept on falling, the light pulsed again wracking her body with exquisite sensations, it shone brighter and the humming deafened her. She was suddenly flung backward into darkness where she collided with a solid object which knocked her unconscious…the last thought that want through her mind, as corny as it was, was
Toto? I don't think we're in Toronto anymore…