AN:I wrote this a while back just never got around to posting it. Be nice this is our first HP fic. Just a snippet, R&R.
Chapter 1:Maybe this can be a family.
I'm fourteen if you're wondering, that's all I really know.
I don't know why I stay with them, or even who I am. They call me Seria cause I look amazingly like him. I have long jet-black hair and stunning blue eyes (that's what they say). It's amazing how much I look like them but I wasn't here with them for the first fourteen years of my life.
I had told them I would stay only for one night, one day and then leave. I'd be a burden to them no longer than need be, but they convinced me to stay. So I have.
I've lived here with them for about 7 or 8 months and we've made a family.
Its confusing and strange, cause I don't remember anything before that, not really. We live were no one can see us and no one is around to see us, they say for private reasons I know the truth though. I don't mind, one is a fugitive the other a werewolf it's fine with me really. I guess they think I'll leave if they told me. I won't, I do love them so I wouldn't leave them.
They've taught me things that I need to know; magic, spells, potions, charms, and much more that others wouldn't normally learn at my age.
We make a happy family, and no one knows about me. I like that and sometimes I can forget about the things I don't remember and just be happy, they like it when I'm happy.
Soon they are going to send me away, when they first told me I cried. 'I cried', I've never cried but I did then. I had believed we were happy, and then I was being sent away. Had I done something wrong, was I no longer wanted, I just could not comprehend. I had always behaved, done as they bid and never caused them any trouble, or so I believed. But here it was right in front of me and I was still puzzled. They had just told me they were sending me away, and I didn't understand. So I did what was reasonable and shed my tears.
I think that my tears frightened them, because of their own reaction to them. The one who they say if we were a real family that my eyes would come from rushed to my side, and the other who would have been where my hair comes from followed directly after. They mumbled words of apology and tried to re-explain what they meant. That they did not want me to leave but that I had to because of rules. I could return for period of time and they truly wished for me to stay. When I had calmed down then they explained further, I was able to comprehend what they had meant and felt better. All of us did.
End of Snippet.