16
Sunday came and went. It was not a big birthday for Kenzie, just a couple galleons form Harry and a letter that read:
Dear Kenzie,
Have a happy birthday. We have not found them yet, but we're working, especially my aurours. We will try to find them, othe-
The letter stopped abruptly.
Kenzie read it and when she got to the othe-, the scar on her forehead started to burn, and she fell to the floor in a blinding pain. All her friends rushed to her side, Chris and Kayla and J.J., the last of which had told each other that very morning about their whole fancying each other thing.
"AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" was what had caused all the others to come to Kenzie. She was lying facedown on the floor, hands on her forehead.
Chris flipped her over to see the scar. It had never been noticeable before, but now it stood out. And for the moment, it was glowing green. Greener than Kenzie's own eyes.
Suddenly she gasped and her eyes flew open. Chris, Kayla, and J.J. all looked in horror at Kenzie's eyes. They were red, and the pupils were slits, exactly like a cat's.
"We have to take her to the hospital wing. NOW," Chris said.
Kenzie looked out the window of the common room as she was lifted, and saw the terrible sign her father had called the Dark Mark.