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Chapter One: Escape To Midnight Flowers Street

As she munched on her piece of Starfruit, she stared vacantly out the window at the rain that fell outside. It was days like these that just made daydreaming seem more useless. While gazing out the window, she knew the storm would last for hours. It always does. She remembered how this house had been her home for all her life. Swiftly turning away from the window, as if snapping from a trance, she searched for where her parents had wandered off. Catching a glance at the pictures and family portraits, that hung on the wall beside her, she smiled at the happy times her family had shared.

"Where could they be?" she thought to herself, twiddling with the key on her necklace and waving her wand in the air. She decided to eavesdrop on them, if they were nearby in the kitchen.

Cutting out the rain and concentrating on her parent's voices that came from the kitchen, she could hear her mother's words. They sounded worried and were fuzzy until they became clearer to understand.

"...mort is coming tonight; I just know it, Vincent! He has been on our trails for weeks and—" Her mother's voice was cut off by her father's interruption.

"I know, Celine, I know." He said slowly.

There was a heavy sigh before he continued, "We have to send her to a public witchcraft and wizarding school. That's the only way she will receive a full education while we hide out for awhile. Unless Voldemort thinks we're dead, we have no choice but to leave tonight. We can't stay here if it's not safe. I know how much we all love this place, but we have to sacrifice it if our lives are at stake." The brief sound of a choked sob, coming from her mother, came before she said, "Should I tell her now? What should I say? Maybe I should just tell her to pack a back with her wand...her vault key...a-and a change of clothes--"

"That would be fine, sweetheart," Vincent said quietly, "just tell her what she needs to know; which is that she has to leave with us tonight." Her father said, breaking the awkward silence. This deafening silence left the girl in shock.

"So," she thought sadly, "this is why they had been so protective of me lately. And it explains why they have been so quiet, as well." The girl noticed there were no more voices coming from the kitchen.

There were sounds of chairs scraping the floor, which meant they were coming to the living room. She quickly snapped back to pretending that the rain is very interesting, hoping that they wouldn't suspect she was eavesdropping. It was exactly 10:04 p.m. on a dark and stormy Saturday night in Liverpool, England when her mother walked in to tell her about what she had already heard. A silent tear escaped her eyes as she thought of how they must leave their home. She wiped the tear away quickly as her mother's footsteps came up behind her.

"Darling," her mother began, trying to make her voice sound normal over her choked sobs, "could you please pack an overnight bag with your wand and vault key? We have to leave... tonight."

"Of course, mum, but why?" the girl replied calmly.

"I can't tell you because it's a secret." Her mother replied with an expressionless face. Usually, when her mother says this in question to "Why?" or "Where are we going?" she says it with a smile and puts a finger to her lips, as if they were going on a surprise trip to Disney Land or something.

"Right, mum. I'll go pack a bag now." The girl jumped up from the chair and ran upstairs to her bedroom, pretending to be happy and that nothing was really wrong.

Celine remained standing where her daughter had left, softly fell to the floor, and began crying softly. Vincent walked over to his wife and hugged her sympathetically. "It's going to be okay, love, we will be okay..." He held Celine tightly in his arms as she cried into his chest, sobbing incoherent words about Voldemort and the safety of their only daughter.

Once the girl had reached her bedroom door upstairs, she quickly opened it and walked over to her bed. Looking around frantically for her favorite backpack, she thought of how they could escape Voldemort. They could go to the Ministry of Magic first, tell The Minister about Voldemort, ask for protection, and hide out until he miraculously dies of starvation. "Yeah, like that's going to happen anytime soon." she said sarcastically, disbelieving that somebody as powerful as Voldemort would stand outside of the Ministry of Magic asking if the Merlin's could come out and play.

She spotted her backpack trapped under a pile of clothes on the floor, seized it, and started to stuff some clothes into it. She also grabbed a few of her other things that she couldn't part with. Things like her family photo album, her journal, and most importantly...her medi-potion.

This wasn't one of those typical medi-potions that are prescribed to you at the drugstore. No, this was a special potion. A potion specifically created by her mother. This potion is used to hide the visible signs that classify a vampire. It is not a permanent cure for vampirism. That is why the victim must repeatedly take the antidote for the rest of their lives. Of course, taking something to help fight the disease is better than suffering endlessly. It just eliminates the bloodthirsty hunger, sensitivity to sunlight, and decreases the size of the vampire fangs.

She wasn't always a vampire. Half-vampires aren't just born, they are created. A true vampire must bite a mortal human to create a half-vampire. Half-vampires become immortal, just like the undead, and have the need to kill for blood. Celine had been researching vampires for quite some time and produced an antidote that would counteract the dangerous vampire symptoms. It was the single most brilliant potion that would ever be created. Celine had never planned to make it public-known until she perfected it, that way it could help vampire victims worldwide, for both muggle and wizarding people. She has extreme chemistry-associated knowledge and does quite well in the field of Potionsmaking.

The girl sighed heavily as she packed the last thing, her wand. Black Oak, 13 inches, and Dragon's Blood. She recalled the first day she had her wand. It was a magical day. Mr. Allivander had been so nice to her and helped her in choosing the perfect wand. "He really is a nice guy." She looked despairingly at her room for the last time. All of a sudden, there was a loud crashing noise downstairs. Then, she heard her mother scream. The girl grabbed her bag, hurried and confused, and frantically dashed out of her room and downstairs.

Once she reached the living room she saw her father scribbling a note on a scrap of parchment and her mother running towards her.

"Change of plans, darling, you have to leave without us...Now!" Celine whispered in a frantic voice.

"W-What?" the girl replied, afraid to go out alone.

"Angel," her father said as quietly as possible, "Voldemort is here. There's no other way to say it, but he is going to try to kill us. If you leave now, you have a better chance of surviving than we all do for leaving together." he paused, to tie a note to an owl and sent it off into one of the front windows, before continuing, "So, give us a hug and go out the front door. I'm going to send an owl to the headmaster of a public witchcraft and wizarding school that you must attend until we're safe."

The girl put on a stunned face and dropped her lower jaw. "Where do I go?" she said in a shaky voice that she wasn't faking. She really had no idea where to go if she was to be separated from her parents.

The loud booming noises that were coming from the back of the house, which were dangerously getting louder, abruptly stopped with a loud crash and the sound of a heavy metal door falling on the kitchen floor. That door had been custom installed with titanium steel and was fixed with charms and spells to keep it locked. Voldemort would probably take 5 seconds to break down a regular household door. However, it took him 5 minutes to take down this particular door.

Celine snapped her head around to the kitchen, then turned sharply around to her daughter and hissed urgently, "Go! Get out of here, love, while you can!" She hugged her daughter tightly and sent her over to her father for a hug. She gave her father a quick, but loving, hug.

She whispered hastily to both her parents "I love you both and I hope to see you again." With that, she dashed out into the stormy twilight with tears streaming down her face.

The girl ran at the speed of light to get far away from Voldemort's wrath. She also tried to be silent as the grave, because she didn't want Voldemort to hear her and come after her. Fighting an irrepressible urge to go back to the house and help her parents escape, she reluctantly ran further and further away to what seemed like nowhere.

After running nonstop, and purposely getting lost on the way, she stopped running and gasped for breath by a stop sign. "I hope I lost him," she said breathlessly. "Where am I?" Observing her surroundings, she recognized a street sign: Midnight Flowers Street.

"Now what do I do?" the girl looked uneasily around the neighborhood and took out her wand to lighten things up with the Lumos spell. She rummaged through her knapsack, took out her wand and murmured "Lumos" under her breath. A soft light glowed from her wand and illuminated the street in front of her. She saw nothing out of the ordinary of a typical Liverpool district.

A flutter of wings startled the girl and a small tawny owl flew directly towards her, causing her to fall backwards in surprise. "Crazy bird..." she muttered as the owl swooped off to a nearby tree. She stood up and brushed herself off.

Moments after she stood up, a pair of gleaming headlights appeared in the street, hurtling towards her at a remarkable speed. She gasped and scrambled for the safety of the sidewalk. She caught sight of her backpack, still lying in the path of the enormous vehicle, and scrambled back to retrieve it. She was just swift enough to get out of the way of what looked like a purple double-decker bus. As she examined closer at the vehicle, now stopped in the middle of the road beside her, she realized it had three decks.

The girl sat awkwardly on the sidewalk, her confusion increasing as she stared at the bus, wondering if she was in a dream or not.

A young man jumped out of the door of the first deck and stated in a business-like tone "Welcome to the Knight Bus: Emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Derek Fraise and I will be you conductor this eve—" Derek looked down at the girl and asked her curiously," Are you all right, miss?"

The girl immediately stood up, embarrassed, and smiled uneasily. "Yes, I'm just trying to get out of here. Ummmmmm..." THINK! She yelled at herself. "I'm in a bit of a hurry to get somewhere very important at the moment.." she said hopefully.

Well, what did you think? I know I have made a few mistakes here and there, but I have changed all the little details around...and I have done it all for YOU!! Ok, now I'm going to try my best to be a diligent authoress and get my butt in gear to publish the next chapters for my undying fans out there! Well, got to start somewhere, I guess. I must be off to brainstorm and somehow get my thoughts out of my head and onto the internet, via paper and perseverance!!!! Cheerio, Chaps!