DISCLAIMER: You know the drill. Do I really have to go over it each chapter? I don't own Harry Potter. I did think of any charcters you haven't heard of yet, so there.
Chapter 2: Wizards in the House
Alana was only half awake when she realized someone was speaking just outside the secret room. At first, she had thought the voices were from her dream, but as her senses fully returned, so did her memories from the previous night.
It was just a dream, she thought, desperately trying to convince herself even though she knew it was a lie, I'll wake up and find Maggie shouting at some of the younger girls for making too much noise this early in the morning.
To her horror, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the sitting room, just as she had been the night before. She started to cry again. She shed tears for Maggie, Stephania, Tina, and Fabiana, and everyone else that had died that night. She also cried for the Deatheaters that attacked, for their lost souls and for the pain they would undoubtedly go through for killing Maggie. Alana had an obligation to avenge her friend's death, the men would have to die.
Then she remembered the people outside. She could feel them, they all had a residue of death on them, but not as strong as the others from last night. She could feel their magic too. It wasn't as strong as her own, but not as weak as the kind the mortals had so they must be more wizards.
Great. More of them to deal with. I just hope they don't realized I'm not a mortal or one of their own. I don't feel like fighting them off as well. She slowly rose to her feet and wiped away the white tears that still glided down her cheeks. She trudged across the hardwood floor and to the gigantic fireplace once again. With a wave that was devoid of all feeling, she opened the passage to her old dormitory and towards the strange wizards she hoped wouldn't kill her for what she was..