Chapter: 1
She Came In The Night
Summary: What happens when a wise old wizards's virtually unknown great-granddaughter suddenly becomes completely dependent on her grandpa?
A cycle of caos and obnoxiousness, ofcourse. But what happens when she knowingly shatters all of her grandfather expectations. Pain and tears.ofcourse. A story of independence and rebellion.
A/N: I own nothing of J.K. Rowlings. Trust me if I did I wouldn't be writing frickin' fanfiction.
The sky was dark and the air was warm. She could smell the summer drifting over her like a blanket. And she could feel the stars touching her porceline skin. Everything went by so fast. Like a non-stop tornado waiting for no one. Why was this happening. Why her,
why now? Those questions would probably never be answered. She'd probably never know. But what she did know was that she was here and that this was her new life. Like it or not.
Abagail sat there in a red lether chair that was pushed against a wall under a window. The moon beams were shining onto the already luminous chair and she sighed as she looked around the room. It was large and circular, filled with all kinds of little nic-nacs and trinkets. She could see they were all kinds of shapes, sizes, and colors. Golds and reds. Greens and Yellows. Round and Square and even some shapes she couldn't quite figure out the offical title for. It was either that or she was merely not aware that that particular shape existed. As her eyes continued to passed over the objects her gaze landed on the group of adults staring at her like they were scared. She couldn't believe this.
"What?" whined the girl.
"Um...Well don't you have anything to say?" answered a rather ugly man with a pointy nose and greasy black hair.
"Well, lets see. I went to bed and when I woke up I was here. You tell me this is my new home and that I'll adjust well here..." Abby responded while getting up out of the chair. It squeked as she rose.
"What in the world do you expect me to say?" she inquiered, her voice in a dangerously low tone as she moved closer to the pointy nosed man.
"D'you expect me to go 'Oh brillant! This'll be bloody great fun! Anyone up for a game of Wizards Chess?'..Wanker." she mocked.
"Why you liittle..." the dark haired man started, but was cut off by a small chuckle comming from the back of the room.
A old gentleman appeared from behind a stern looking professor. He looked tierd, but over all pretty amused. His beard was long and gray and his robes were a royal purple, but his eyes were a twinkling ice blue.
"Hmm. You're just like your mother. Never backing down or letting up." he let another chuckle escape his lips.
"You remind me of a young me." he continued.
"Oh joy! Now a grow up a be crazy old couk...just like you. I can't wait." Abby murmered sarcastically. Dumbeldore merely just laughed again.
"Come on little one, lets get you back to bed." he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and led her out of the room. Before the door closed shut the others could hear the girl mumbled "Thanks Grandpa. I just can't wait to be attacked by Dobby every morning."
A/N: So how was it? I know it's short, but I wanna see how people respond to it. Please review..
Sincerely Lauren