chapter 1: Summers introduction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter at all, I'm just a 16 year old girl with a strange imagination
Sunlight poured in through a white framed window into a small, messy attic bedroom.
On the messy, unmade bed a teenage girl was sitting there, her long, raven black-purple hair shielding her strikingly pretty face. Her name was Summer, and she had just finished reading a book, Harry Potter, it was the book about his fifth year at Hogwarts.
A large CRACK made her jump, as did the two that followed.
"What the…" she began, but stopped and gasped as she looked up. A pale,. Skull like face was facing her, its large, red catlike eyes fixed on her face, though a look of anger and bewilderment was etched upon his face.
"No, this cannot be it...unless you can tell…" he said but was interrupted by the girl.
"sorry, Voldemort, but I'm just a lil ol' muggle sitting here. Names Summer by the way, Summer Chainley." she replied, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
"how...how did you know my name?" Voldemort spluttered, a look of bewilderment etched into his face.
"well, you see, there's this series of books called Harry Potter-" he made a strange but angry noise in his throat, "-I can see I am right. Well its my belief that the muggles have been getting dangerously close to the wizarding world, so they have got a witch, probably to write a series of Harry Potter's life at Hogwarts so that everyone thinks its just a fictional thing. But, as she writes them, they are enchanted, so that they have to happen. Am I right?" she finished, looking up at Voldemort with her golden-brown eyes, which were heavily outlined in black to match her black eye shadow.
"Well answer her!" Voldemort said eventually, swinging around to face the two death eaters with him. One stepped forward and took off his mask and hood, to reveal a youngish looking face and chestnut brown hair.
"Yes, that is true. But answer me this, is your fathers name Leve Analis Chainley?" he asked, his arms folded.
"Um, yeah. How'd you know that?" she replied, a slight frown on her face.
"you see, your father, and mother are or where pure bloods of the wizarding world. But you see, your father broke out of the custody of the ministry of magic and was eventually caught, his wand snapped." he told her, a slight evil grin flashing across his mouth. "I don't suppose-" he continued, "can you can tell me how your mother died? Summer stared at him for a moment and the nodded.
"I was sitting in the living room when it happened, I was only 9. someone came around and was talking to her in the kitchen, and then they stared arguing. I sneaked in and hid behind a chair, then the guy she was arguing with pulled out what I guess is his wand, and she kinda, well...melted." she related.