A/N- I know, I know. I dont own Harry Potter characters and that stuff. And
if I did, I wouldn't have written this and you would continue searching for
another good story.
Trees flicked passed the window as the train sped towards Howarts.Pastures lined the hills and animals dotted the feilds. People could be heard talking loudly from outside her compartment. Moving shadows oculd be seen through the frosted glass. Amy didn't want to go back. She didn't want to go back to the magic life she wasn't meant to live. Back to the life that wasn't real, the one where she was someone else.
It had all started a mere 2 years earlier. Her family was still in France, still together, and still happy. There quiet ranch in the contry was always a welcome place when Amy and her sister Ellen would come home from Beauxbatons. Their mother and father always did the best for their children. They had lived happily. It had always been like that...until now.
She had been wandering about the front porch. Summer lingered heavily in the air as her feet danced across the wood. Amy watched as her sister slowly picked flowers in the garden underneath the railing. She would have joined herm but Amy didn't want to get her knew black jeans dirty. She sighed heavily and flicked her long black hair out of her face. The summer was always boring when her friends were away. Nothing ever happened on the ranch. Her green eyes lazily chased the horizon, pausing every now and then on far was houses.
Out of the corner of he eye, she saw Ellen stand up. Even though she was 11, Ellen still loved to be a child. Dirt was smeared all over her dark blue overalls. She threw down her garden spade and dusted herself off. Amy smiled as she watched her sister rub dirt into her clothing. Finally realizing there was no point it cleaning herself, Ellen vaulted herself over the rail.
"Your gymnastics are certainly improving," Amy said as Ellen plopped down next to her on the doorstep. The two of them never really spoke about each others hobbies. They really only talked about how they felt. The siblings understood one another on a much higher level than most others. "I've been working on it," Ellen said proudly. They sat in silcence for a few more moments. Amy felt the ugre to keep talking but in the summer heat, everything was drained of energy. Ellen finally stood up and wandered back to her garden, now tending her flowers.
Suddenly, an ear splitting scream split the silence. Amys eyes flew to her sister, standing a few yards away. Ellen's little body was ridged, her eyes wide and horrified. Amy heard the sound of falling furniture and breaking glass from inside the house. She spun around to face the Family room windows. She saw someone moving around behind the white curtains. Her eart began to race as she realized that the figure had to be her mother. Another figure, larger though, followed it.
"Ellen, get to the chicken house," Amy said camly. Ellen, dropped her handfulls of flowers and her footsteps could be heard thumping across the yard. With Ellen safe, Amy ran into the house.
The front hall seemed all slung about. The pictures hung sideways on the walls. The brass umbrella stand had been knocked over. The rug was torn on the side, and had been dragged into the living room. and it was in the same state. Papa's yellow arm chair had been flipped over. Several picture frames were broken, and mothers small glass lion was missing.
Another scream was emittied from upstairs. Amy ran back out of the family room. Her eyes flew up to the top of the stairs. A tall man stood at the top, wearing a long black trench coat. He stood there, staring back into the hallway. As Amy slowly stepped toward the door, a floor board creaked underneath her. His eyes flashed down to her. The mans cold grey eyes bored into her as he reached into his jacket. She screamed as he pulled a small steak knife out. It was already streaked with blood and seeking more. Heart pounding in her throught, Amy ran for the kitchen.
The kitchen seemed completely undisturbed. Nothing was broken or out of place, contrarry to the rest of the house. She ran to the baack door, pausing for a second at the doorknob. She couldn't hear any foot steps coming down the hall. As she backed away from the door, something smacked her hard in the back of the head. Instantly she fell unconsious, and remembered no more.
A/N- I know, slight cliffy-thingy. I'm working on this around school so it wont be updated every stinkin day. Please reveiw. I want 5 reviews before I will update. PLEASE REVIEW!
Trees flicked passed the window as the train sped towards Howarts.Pastures lined the hills and animals dotted the feilds. People could be heard talking loudly from outside her compartment. Moving shadows oculd be seen through the frosted glass. Amy didn't want to go back. She didn't want to go back to the magic life she wasn't meant to live. Back to the life that wasn't real, the one where she was someone else.
It had all started a mere 2 years earlier. Her family was still in France, still together, and still happy. There quiet ranch in the contry was always a welcome place when Amy and her sister Ellen would come home from Beauxbatons. Their mother and father always did the best for their children. They had lived happily. It had always been like that...until now.
She had been wandering about the front porch. Summer lingered heavily in the air as her feet danced across the wood. Amy watched as her sister slowly picked flowers in the garden underneath the railing. She would have joined herm but Amy didn't want to get her knew black jeans dirty. She sighed heavily and flicked her long black hair out of her face. The summer was always boring when her friends were away. Nothing ever happened on the ranch. Her green eyes lazily chased the horizon, pausing every now and then on far was houses.
Out of the corner of he eye, she saw Ellen stand up. Even though she was 11, Ellen still loved to be a child. Dirt was smeared all over her dark blue overalls. She threw down her garden spade and dusted herself off. Amy smiled as she watched her sister rub dirt into her clothing. Finally realizing there was no point it cleaning herself, Ellen vaulted herself over the rail.
"Your gymnastics are certainly improving," Amy said as Ellen plopped down next to her on the doorstep. The two of them never really spoke about each others hobbies. They really only talked about how they felt. The siblings understood one another on a much higher level than most others. "I've been working on it," Ellen said proudly. They sat in silcence for a few more moments. Amy felt the ugre to keep talking but in the summer heat, everything was drained of energy. Ellen finally stood up and wandered back to her garden, now tending her flowers.
Suddenly, an ear splitting scream split the silence. Amys eyes flew to her sister, standing a few yards away. Ellen's little body was ridged, her eyes wide and horrified. Amy heard the sound of falling furniture and breaking glass from inside the house. She spun around to face the Family room windows. She saw someone moving around behind the white curtains. Her eart began to race as she realized that the figure had to be her mother. Another figure, larger though, followed it.
"Ellen, get to the chicken house," Amy said camly. Ellen, dropped her handfulls of flowers and her footsteps could be heard thumping across the yard. With Ellen safe, Amy ran into the house.
The front hall seemed all slung about. The pictures hung sideways on the walls. The brass umbrella stand had been knocked over. The rug was torn on the side, and had been dragged into the living room. and it was in the same state. Papa's yellow arm chair had been flipped over. Several picture frames were broken, and mothers small glass lion was missing.
Another scream was emittied from upstairs. Amy ran back out of the family room. Her eyes flew up to the top of the stairs. A tall man stood at the top, wearing a long black trench coat. He stood there, staring back into the hallway. As Amy slowly stepped toward the door, a floor board creaked underneath her. His eyes flashed down to her. The mans cold grey eyes bored into her as he reached into his jacket. She screamed as he pulled a small steak knife out. It was already streaked with blood and seeking more. Heart pounding in her throught, Amy ran for the kitchen.
The kitchen seemed completely undisturbed. Nothing was broken or out of place, contrarry to the rest of the house. She ran to the baack door, pausing for a second at the doorknob. She couldn't hear any foot steps coming down the hall. As she backed away from the door, something smacked her hard in the back of the head. Instantly she fell unconsious, and remembered no more.
A/N- I know, slight cliffy-thingy. I'm working on this around school so it wont be updated every stinkin day. Please reveiw. I want 5 reviews before I will update. PLEASE REVIEW!
