A/N: What am I supposed to say here? Hmmm... maybe I should start with a disclaimer. (clears throat) Not a single character belongs to me. The plot is mine. The concept of Muggles, Wizards, and magical schools belong to the creative mind of J.K Rowling. Alright that's done with. I think I should give out a warning. I don't update often and my chapters are usually short. Anyways, on to the fist chapter. Enjoy!
I stretched my arm as far as I could, but I still couldn't reach him. I try to squirm out of my captors grasp but his grip is to tight. My heart felt like it was breaking in half. Tears ran down my cheeks. Why were they trying to take me away? I stretched my arm out further, trying to reach him. My arm felt like it was breaking. Why won't they let me be? I want to stay forever where I am. He reaches out and takes my hand, but my captor is pulling me back. NO!
"RON!" I screamed out as I woke from a dream. A dream that I've had every night for two years. Its been two years since Voldermort and his death eaters took me away from my family. And everyday I've been forced to watch Voldermort's deatheaters torture innocent people; some I knew, some I didn't. Either way, people were tortured to death as I sat in the corner, being forced to watch. As the months past I watched my skin turn pale and my hair turn black; black from viewing the vile that laid before my eyes. I've spent two years surrounded by evil, and two years wishing... hoping someone would come and rescue me.
Suddenly I heard a loud blast come from up stairs on the main floor. My room was in the dungeons, along with the rest of the prisoners, though the prisoners don't usually stay for long. They're the lucky ones. They get to die at the end of the day. Another blast came from upstairs. This time it was accompanied with screams of Pain. A sound I'm very familiar with. Another blast sounded, one that shook the whole mansion. The door to my cell swung open. Without hesitating I ran out of that place.
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I walked down the Muggle streets of London. All I had was the clothes on my back. I didn't have my wand or even money to pay for some food. I grabbed a newspaper off of a magazine stall. "Hey!" the vendor yelled. I quickly ran down the street and through a few alleys. After I lost the guy I started to read the paper. the head line read "TERRORIST THREAT HAS BEEN DESTROYED" I could only assume that the terrorist threat was the way the muggles portrayed Voldermort. I had to find out some more information, but the Muggle papers weren't good enough. I needed the Daily Prophet. Only I didn't have a wand to get into Diagon Alley. Then it came to me. The Leaky Cauldron! I could get into the Leaky Cauldron from the Muggle world. I carefully looked around my surroundings. My father had dragged me to Muggle London a few times before. The Leaky Cauldron was just a few blocks from here.
I ran down the street easily enough, and soon I came the place I was looking for. I stepped into the pub. There were Wizards drinking at the bar. I even recognized one of them to be Professor Snape. Not to far from me was a table, a table that had the Daily Prophet siting on it. And to my surprise no one was sitting at the table. I ran over and sat down. I quickly picked up the paper and read the article on the front page.
He-who-must-not-be-named has been destroyed by none other than Harry Potter. Mr Potter and the rest of the order of the Phoenix attacked the Riddle house last night. He-who-must-not-be-named has been residing there for years and the order finally decided to taken action. The deatheaters have been sent to Azkaban, and the whole ordeal is over with. However, none of the people that were taken from you-know-who have been found. Not even Virginia Weasley, who Mr Potter quoted earlier this year "I won't stop fighting 'till I find her." Though the fighting has stopped, and Miss Weasley is believed dead......
The article continued on, but I didn't feel like reading it. They thought I was dead. All of them thought I was dead. What was I going to do. There was only one thing I could think of. I had to go to Hogwarts. Wondering what day it was I looked back down at the Daily Prophet. August 31. Tomorrow the train would be leaving, and I had to be on it.
A/N: Told you it would be short now didn't I. Anyways, Review, flame, or don't do anything at all. Its all good
I stretched my arm as far as I could, but I still couldn't reach him. I try to squirm out of my captors grasp but his grip is to tight. My heart felt like it was breaking in half. Tears ran down my cheeks. Why were they trying to take me away? I stretched my arm out further, trying to reach him. My arm felt like it was breaking. Why won't they let me be? I want to stay forever where I am. He reaches out and takes my hand, but my captor is pulling me back. NO!
"RON!" I screamed out as I woke from a dream. A dream that I've had every night for two years. Its been two years since Voldermort and his death eaters took me away from my family. And everyday I've been forced to watch Voldermort's deatheaters torture innocent people; some I knew, some I didn't. Either way, people were tortured to death as I sat in the corner, being forced to watch. As the months past I watched my skin turn pale and my hair turn black; black from viewing the vile that laid before my eyes. I've spent two years surrounded by evil, and two years wishing... hoping someone would come and rescue me.
Suddenly I heard a loud blast come from up stairs on the main floor. My room was in the dungeons, along with the rest of the prisoners, though the prisoners don't usually stay for long. They're the lucky ones. They get to die at the end of the day. Another blast came from upstairs. This time it was accompanied with screams of Pain. A sound I'm very familiar with. Another blast sounded, one that shook the whole mansion. The door to my cell swung open. Without hesitating I ran out of that place.
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I walked down the Muggle streets of London. All I had was the clothes on my back. I didn't have my wand or even money to pay for some food. I grabbed a newspaper off of a magazine stall. "Hey!" the vendor yelled. I quickly ran down the street and through a few alleys. After I lost the guy I started to read the paper. the head line read "TERRORIST THREAT HAS BEEN DESTROYED" I could only assume that the terrorist threat was the way the muggles portrayed Voldermort. I had to find out some more information, but the Muggle papers weren't good enough. I needed the Daily Prophet. Only I didn't have a wand to get into Diagon Alley. Then it came to me. The Leaky Cauldron! I could get into the Leaky Cauldron from the Muggle world. I carefully looked around my surroundings. My father had dragged me to Muggle London a few times before. The Leaky Cauldron was just a few blocks from here.
I ran down the street easily enough, and soon I came the place I was looking for. I stepped into the pub. There were Wizards drinking at the bar. I even recognized one of them to be Professor Snape. Not to far from me was a table, a table that had the Daily Prophet siting on it. And to my surprise no one was sitting at the table. I ran over and sat down. I quickly picked up the paper and read the article on the front page.
He-who-must-not-be-named has been destroyed by none other than Harry Potter. Mr Potter and the rest of the order of the Phoenix attacked the Riddle house last night. He-who-must-not-be-named has been residing there for years and the order finally decided to taken action. The deatheaters have been sent to Azkaban, and the whole ordeal is over with. However, none of the people that were taken from you-know-who have been found. Not even Virginia Weasley, who Mr Potter quoted earlier this year "I won't stop fighting 'till I find her." Though the fighting has stopped, and Miss Weasley is believed dead......
The article continued on, but I didn't feel like reading it. They thought I was dead. All of them thought I was dead. What was I going to do. There was only one thing I could think of. I had to go to Hogwarts. Wondering what day it was I looked back down at the Daily Prophet. August 31. Tomorrow the train would be leaving, and I had to be on it.
A/N: Told you it would be short now didn't I. Anyways, Review, flame, or don't do anything at all. Its all good