Disclaimer: Neither I, nor my psychotic partner Emily, own any of the brilliantly awesome Harry Potter characters, except the even cooler ones that you've never seen before.

Chapter One is dedicated to J.K. Rowling, without whom this Fic, or any others, would not have been possible. (Alternate Reason: I'm tired and am also having trouble making coherent sentences. J.K.R. was the first person that came to mind. Besides, nothing remotely interesting has happened to me as of late, so I have no inspiration.)

This chapter of the wacky FF, Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch (GFT for short), brought to you by,

Emily

AND

Abby

Chapter One

Of Old Lives And New Beginnings

Rose sighed. She was feeling really angry at the world at the moment. She didn't want to go to Hogwarts. She would have to leave all her friends behind. She would have rather stayed at Malkansi with Abbika. Rose felt a tear fall down her cheek, but wiped it away and continued packing. She had so many memories here. Like the time she and Abby had taken her mom's makeup, spilt nail polish on the white carpet, and covered it with a rug. Why did she have to go?

"Rose, are you ready yet?"

Rose shook her head. Her mom always yelled up the stairs, rather than come up herself.

"Do you need help with your suitcase?" Wow, the teenager thought. She actually came up.

Rose smiled weakly. "Sure," she replied. She was having trouble closing the over-full suitcases.

Once the pair got them closed, they brought the suitcases down the stairs. Then Rose's curiosity got the better of her. "Mom," she inquired thoughtfully. " Why do we have to move to Britain?"

Tori smiled but Rose felt the tension that was suddenly filling the room. "I have some business to attend to with Albus Dumbledore."

Rose groaned. "But couldn't I stay here with Abby? I'll be going back to school soon!"

She could tell her mother was really getting annoyed. She could also see that something else was there . . . a sort of desperation. "You're going to Hogwarts, and that's final!"

Rose shrugged, giving into her mother's wishes.

I'm so tired of being here

A girl sat on the floor in the middle of a cluttered room. It looked as though she was halfway done packing for a trip. A backpack was open in front of her and she was putting clothes, books and trinkets inside it. Her face was set, but her amber eyes shone with unshed tears.

Suppressed by all of my childish fears

The girl had finished packing a stack of books into her bag. She glanced around the room for any stray items she had missed and her eyes landed on the mirror. Her face was reflected back at her, her black hair pulled back into a braid with the streaks of silver in it dim and gloomy.

And if you have to leave

Around her face in the mirror were pictures. They were moving, as was custom in the wizarding world. Some of the photos depicted the girl herself, standing alone in different places; some showed her with a girl her age. This girl was a fair bit shorter than the first with brown hair and blonde highlights. All of the other pictures were of the first girl and a woman, slightly shorter than herself with white blonde hair and a demonic grin.

I wish that you would just leave

In one picture, at the very top of mirror, the woman was jinxing the black haired girl's silver streaks to stand on end. The black haired girl was wearing an expression of mild annoyance and great amusement, in the picture, before she turned on the woman and bewitched her hands to turn into large white paws, so that she dropped her wand.

Because your presence still lingers here

The girl sitting on the floor watched this show silently. A strand of silver hair fell across her face and she pushed it back angrily. She stood up slowly and stepped closer to the mirror. She traced her finger over the picture's surface.

And it won't leave me alone

Half finished thoughts were swirling around, inside her head. Scenes and images from her life flashed before her mind's eye. The bitter taste of guilt hung in the cool air.

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

Her eyes stung and she swayed on her feet, before collapsing onto the floor. Her body ached with the lingering pain from that day . . . the day her life had sunk into this pit . . . some scars she knew would never leave her completely.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

Silent tears flowed down her face and fought for air. The music in her head was drowning her, suffocating, smothering . . .

You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

But now I'm bound by the life you left behind

She had to escape . . . had to get away . . .

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

But Rose had always sad that she had never been sane. Did it really matter?

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

Guilt . . . grief, anger, hatred, sorrow, self-pity . . . all other emotions were consumed by the horrible wave of guilt. If she hadn't been here, then none of this would have happened . . .

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

She felt like slitting her throat and watching the blood flow onto the floor, meaningless as life itself, falling into a bottomless pit of despair. They had held each other together . . . comforted each other, been there for each other . . . and now she was gone . . .

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

And though you're still with me

I've been alone all along

Suddenly all was calm. The last notes of the music faded from her head and she sat up and drew a shaky hand across her eyes. Her sleeve came away wet with tears. But even as she sat there, she could feel the despair ebbing, the grief and guilt receding.

She had been alone before. This was not so different.

She stared at the picture-people's antics for a while from the floor before standing up and plucking the photo off the mirror and turning it over. On the back there was a design, with a silver full moon in the background and three paw prints in the foreground. The one on the left was white, outlined in green and the one on the right was silver, outlined in amber. The one in the middle was a swirl of black and silver, outlined in green and amber.

The girl sighed quietly and began to finish her packing. She collected the other pictures off the mirror and set them on the floor next to her pack. She then took out her wand, tapped the side of the bag and a pocket, that hadn't been visible before, appeared. She carefully placed all of the pictures into the secret pocket. Slowly, she walked over to the bed in the corner of the room and pulled a package out from under the pillow.

It was a handmade book, with a cloth cover that had been embroidered with a strange design. The cloth was a beautiful dark blue, becoming lighter and lighter until it was white around the thread design, so you could see it properly. An augurey and a phoenix were entwined around the letter 'M' in the midst of the white section. The birds were bound at the neck by two snakes, one white with gold eyes, the other black with silver eyes. In the talons of the birds were two wands, each of which was shooting sparks up above the 'M', forming a beaver. The 'M' itself was purple at the top, changing smoothly into an icy blue at the bottom. The thread stood out brightly and the cloth had a sleek gleam to it.

Abbika clasped the book to her chest and wondered if she dared open it. Her mother had left it to her for when she felt that the time was right . . .

With a shake of her head Abbika placed the book in the secret pocket of her pack with the pictures. Then she shouldered her bag, grabbed a broom lying on the floor and faced the window. She was standing on a beautiful rug, with all its designs interwoven and carefully depicted. In the center was the same crest that was on the blue book. Around it were several others. Two wands emitting golden sparks; a crimson ship impaled upon an iceberg with dolphins and seals swimming around it; and a badger, an eagle, a snake and a lion surrounding the letter 'H'.

Abbika took a deep breath, lowered the broom onto the rug, took out her wand and murmured a few choice words. The rug surged into the air and crashed through the window. It hit the glass at an upward angle so that the broken shards didn't hit its rider.

Looking around the see if anyone had seen her, Abbika Surreda began to fly to the eastern coast of Canada, where she would continue to fly to Britain.

Rose sighed. She and her Tori had bee working on their new house for a week and it was still a disaster. Her mom had told her that the house had belonged to some of her old friends, and they had left it to her in their will.

The girl scanned the room for a sign of her mother's presence. She was so bored . . . she had to get away from here! Finally Rose found her standing by a large window facing the front yard.

"Mom," she called.

Tori looked up and walked over, smiling slightly. "What is it, honey?"

Rose groaned. No self-respecting teenager ever desires to be called honey.

"I'm going to - what's it called . . . Oh ya, Diagon Alley. I'll get out some money down there for lunch."

Tori sighed as she shook her long hair out of her face. It figured that her daughter would get bored at the prospect of work. She handed Rose her vault key and some extra money so that the young witch could catch the Knight Bus.

Rose rolled her eyes as her mom handed her a piece of paper with the directions to various shops on it. She then walked over to the door and left with a quick wave. No matter how much she would've rather stay in Canada, she still couldn't wait to prowl around for a bit before settling down in a joke shop and hexing passers-by.

Rose summoned the Knight Bus and realised within minutes that this was not her favorite way to travel. By the time she arrived at Diagon Alley she was feeling slightly green.

Having grown up in the countryside, as most wizarding families did in North America, Rose was awed and amazed by the crowd of witches and wizards in the packed Alley. She simply stood and stared for a few moments, letting her eyes drink in her surroundings. Then she began to walk around a bit, not really watching where she was going.

Suddenly, Rose banged into something quite solid. She heard a muffled groan, as she fell to the ground.

Abbika stared glumly around her room. The paint on the walls was peeling, the dusty window let in hardly any light and the only pieces of furniture aside from her broom, carpet and bag were a bed in the corner and a chair missing a leg. She could have gotten better accommodations but that would have cost more money and she hadn't brought a lot with her when she had taken a flying carpet over from Canada. She needed to get to the European Gringotts, to transfer the money she had been saving up.

Abbika had gotten the cheapest and oldest room in the Leaky Cauldron after her flight to Britain. She could have bought comfort and security by taking the SeaTrain but again, that cost money and she didn't keep that much lying around in her pockets. Besides she had gotten a carpet from her mother for her birthday, she had her license, and was a very experienced driver. The fact that her license only applied if she had an adult with her was a mere technicality. When she turned sixteen in October she would legally be allowed to drive without an adult so taking a spin a li'l earlier wouldn't do much harm. At least she hadn't been caught.

So here she was, alone in a crummy room in some British wizarding inn. It was not the best way to start a new life.

(A/N: OK, so this is all of Ch1! YAY! R&R! Tell me what you think or Abby and Rose. My character is Abbika, obviously, and Rose was created by Emily! We each write our own character's parts. Emily writes for Rose and I do Abby. If we ever switch it up, we will inform you, lol.

In the first Rose part she mentions Malkansi. Malkansi is the largest wizarding school in Canada, and both Rose and Abby attend. It's a play on words, using the french phrase mal chance, or bad luck in english. The lyrics from the first Abby part are from an Evanescence song, My Immortal, that I thought fit perfectly. Hopefully you have guessed what happened to Abby's mum, although it will become a major key to the plot, so if you didn't quite get it, don't worry, it'll come up again later.

Thanx to all who reviewed! Especially Siri Lupin, who is our most frequent reviewer, and froggy girl AKA Sam! I didn't forget you Sam! Like my sense of humor, eh? Mwahahahaha!

Any opinions/flames/angry rants/scolding/cheering/whooping/whatev should be posted in a Review! Lol, as long as it's sumthin I'll take it! Well, I gotta go work on that song page . . . Night!

Abby)