Okay yes I forgot all of this before. Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling and I own no Harry Potter characters, etc. PLEASE REVIEW! I really need to see some reviews. I plan to continue with it only if people think it's worth continuing.
Sam woke up with a start in the morning. Hearing country music hurt her ears and that's why she thought waking up to country music was the perfect wake up call. She had long ago set her alarm clock to the country music station so that she would automatically wake up. She moaned in misery wishing she could go back to bed. Stumbling across the room she eventually reached the closet. Sam got up and dressed in the dark choosing a pair of pants and a shirt in the dark. She had never really cared about what she looked like. Her next stop was the bathroom to get her essentials together. She entered out of her room and she instantly smelt the stench, it was of rotting flesh. Sam automatically thought of the chicken in the kitchen thinking that her mother by accident might have left it out in the kitchen. It might smell pretty rancid by now. Although she had to get ready for school she could do her mother a favor by throwing away the chicken. Sam went to the kitchen and the stench getting stronger, and was strongly regretting what she was thought she was going to have to do. Nasty chicken, ucckkk! She closed her eyes from the shock and felt glued to the spot. She entered the kitchen and at once saw the puddle of bright red blood coming from her mother's body and her mother lying spread eagle on the kitchen floor with her eyes wide open. Sam ran to her mother's side and screamed. She touched her mother and felt her cold. The blood which normally flowed through her mother's body was no longer there and the body was stiff. She felt her mother's dead body. Grief over took Sam stiffening all of her joints making her freeze and the only thought that ran through her head was her mother's dead body. She fumbled over her mother's body trying to feel if there was any warmth left in her. Her very eyes were dead looking with all spark and emotion gone. There was nothing there left inside of her mother's body for Sam to continue looking for. Her mother was gone and as this hit Sam she wailed into the night screaming at it to bring her mother back into her arms. Sam looked around at the tidy kitchen and her mother's apron which was still on, what happened here? Why was her mother the point of such cruelty? Why? She heard him as his heavy boots hit the kitchen floor with an eerie echo. She still grabbed onto her mother never to leave her side again. He was covered neck to floor in a black cloak. He had platinum blonde hair and gray eyes. He was leaning casually against the kitchen wall with a knife in his hand as he cleaned it. His facial expression showed no apparent regret or worry just itchy soft of like something was annoying him. She felt a white hot anger going through her body. He had killed her mother and he didn't even really care. This bastard didn't care or understand her family and he didn't want to. She was going to kill him, he killed her mother. She slowly got up watching the knife he was cleaning. She pulled a knife out of the wood block on the counter and held it out in front of her. He inclined his head a little bit looking directly at the knife but not worried. She held it in fighting position so that she could wield it better. She went head first at him with her knife held directly in front of her. All the motions went in slow motion for Sam. She couldn't understand what was happening she saw him draw out a wooden stick out of his cloak and saw a flash of light as she was slightly pushed backwards. What was that? What the hell was going on? She stumbled and fell backwards onto the floor. He smirked at her as she landed on her back. He whispered a word and she immediately felt stuck to the floor. He came over her and pointed his stick at her again. Then she passed out.
