A/N: well i hope i am not abandoning my other story... but the seventh grade with gives out plenty of homework... well... i hope all of you will like this... (and yes, the chapters will get longer)
i WILL break some of the rules set by the book, but y'all will deal.
Ms. Jennifer, this was inspired by you.
Hannah, erm... this has nothing to do with you, but i hope u still read it.
Alonzo, erm... well... hope u like
The first time that I, a young brown-haired girl around 13 years, walked into a room of older people between around 20 and well, who knows how old sitting around a table, I knew my life would never be the same.
You see, I was a messenger for The Order, but also a part of the D.A..
Dumbledore was a very wise man. He was also very noble, and very kind. But he could not watch the entire school, the order, and voldemort among other things all at the same time. Therefore, I was chosen, as a messenger. Chosen to be a part of the D.A., but also a member, and messenger of the order. My job was difficult, painful, and sometimes life-threatening. But I was doing it not only because I was honored, but also because it would keep me out of Azkaban for life. Yes, you are reading this right, a thirteen year old, on the run from Azkaban.