Summary- My school was attacked by men in dark robes, mask covering their faces. So when wecame to Hogwarts for protection I learnt a few things about my father that I never knew before. Now I am promised to a boy I don't know and I have to pledge my allegiance to a Dark Lord. It has certainly been a long year...Please R&R, DracoOC
Chapter One- Devastation
Third Person POV
All around people were screaming, running, and bright flashes of light erupted everywhere around the large room. The small private wizarding school, Richmond School of Magical Education, was under siege. No one knew where they had come from, or why they had decided to attack this small inconvenient school in small town New Jersey. Nevertheless, Richmond was under attack and now it was inevitable that it would still be standing after the antagonists had left, as old as the building is.
So far, the damage was unknown. When the attack commenced the students scattered, running each direction towards a safe haven. Some were reluctantly brought down to their deaths, but the others regrouped and were now standing, panic evident in every face, in the underground basement of the school. Hopefully it will remain secret for a little bit longer.
" Who are we missing?" One student questioned his voice shaky and hoarse. The room went deadly silent, everyone glancing around at everyone with tears glistening in their eyes.
" We don't know. Right now all we need to worry about is how to get all of you to safety." A teacher at the school, Wendy Turley, answered her arms crossed over her chest and a dazed look on her aged face.
Beside her the headmaster of the school stood, still in shock from the events occurring upstairs. His graying hair disheveled and his dark brown eyes scanning over the floor while his mind devised a plan. This was a situation they never imagined themselves to be in, and now they knew why it was important to be prepared. Innocent lives have been lost, and still they were in grave danger being here.
In complete desperation, Bryce Kennedy, the headmaster of the school devised a plan. Something that just might work and be able to get them out of here and in one piece… A portkey that he had devised long ago, for his business travels to the magical school in England, Hogwarts. Now he only has to remember where it was hidden, it has been a long time since he has used it…
Marianne Carter's POVShaking, and eyes wide from shock, I stood there in the large underground basement beside my classmates. What was left of them anyway. I hadn't been paying enough attention to anyone else during the invasion. I was only thinking about my safety, and how stupid I was for doing so. Because now I realize that my mother is not among the number of survivors standing in this circle, and she had been right beside me as we ran down the corridors of the school.
It was utter chaos what had happened up there only moments ago and my mind hasn't quite pieced together what had exactly happened up there, with all of the men in black robes and hoods covering their cowardly faces. All I remember was running, grabbing my brother from among the debris, and then racing down here with the rest of my friends and peers. My younger brother, Johnny, had been slightly injured during the attack. Now he was unconscious lying by my feet, I didn't have strength enough to carry him. My eyes were fuzzy, and I couldn't see well. I kept blinking trying to get them to focus, but each time it just got worse.
I couldn't focus on the conversation happening around me, all I could do was stare down at my brothers bloodied face and feel slight remorse for forgetting my mother. Then again, I know she wouldn't have come back for me. I am the exact replica of my father in appearance and spirit, and she doesn't care what happens to me, she hates me. Correction, she hated me, she's dead.
" Aha! Here 'tis. I knew it was by the cauldrons." I snapped out of my reverie, my eyes traveling over to where Professor Kennedy stood holding a…teddy bear? I looked around me at all of my friends.
Everyone's face was covered in soot, their hair in disarray and their clothing disarranged. My eyes landed one of my oldest friends, Alexiss Livington, who was standing beside me. Her hazel eyes were wide, a trail of blood down her cheek from a gash on her forehead.
" Lexiss, what's going on?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Professor Kennedy with an eyebrow raised inquisitively. She didn't answer, her eyes were glistening with tears and she was zoned out.
" Now, everyone place their hands-" A loud crash was heard above our heads. Everyone looked up, their eyes fearful, and then back down at the headmaster.
" Hurry, they're close!" Karyn, a fellow student, said with an alarming tone in her voice. Alexiss had come back and was staring confused at the teddy bear the professor was holding.
" Touch the teddy bear." Everyone complied, placing their hands on the teddy bear.
" Marianne, quickly." I nodded and lifted my brother into my arms, placing his idle hand in mine and then placed a simple finger on the bear. Professor Kennedy looked around to make sure that everyone was touching the bear and nodded.
" In 1,2,3." I suddenly felt very queasy and lightheaded. The world around me was spinning rapidly, different colors blending together making my eyes hurt. Then, as quickly as it had started, I felt my head connect with a hard floor.
" Oof." I yelped, clinging to my already shaken head. I got to my knees, my head spinning and barely able to keep myself stable. Everything was fading now, and I couldn't seem to keep my eyes open. Screaming sounded in my ears and I covered my ears. My eyes started to droop and I could feel myself slipping away. The last thing I remember is looking over to my younger brother, who was still unconscious, then I blacked out.
Headmaster Kennedy's POVThe transport had been quick, and before I knew it I was on the cold stone floor of the Hogwarts dinner hall. Shaking it off, I got to my feet and looked down among the sprawled students across the floor. Something in my heart tore, not even half had made it. Tears sprung to my eyes as I noticed that most of my teachers were no where to be seen, and were most likely dead.
" Bryce Kennedy! What has happened?" I looked over at my shoulder to see the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, rushing towards me while his teachers shuffled around to quiet the students.
" I-I-I don't know. It all happened so fast, men in black robes attacked the school taking us by surprise. We've lost more than half, I need to go back and search for survivors." I stuttered, staggering over to sit at a table. My mind was moving quickly and I couldn't keep up, so many tasks appeared in my mind that it was overwhelming.
" No, it is not safe. You must wait until we can be positive that the Death Eaters are gone." I looked up at a concerned Dumbledore.
" Death Eaters?" I questioned, ignorant of the term.
" The men in black robes who attacked your school." He informed me, and then turned away.
" Poppy! Hurry these students need assistance!" He called, and an older woman came rushing forward.
" Yes, Minerva, Severus! I will need your help moving them to the infirmary!" The woman, Poppy, yelled to the teachers and then bending down over one of the students and checking for pulse and injuries.
" Come, Bryce. We need to talk in private." Dumbledore beckoned to me, helping me to my feet. I nodded, following behind him as he led me towards his private offices.
Before I knew it, we were trudging our way up the spiral staircase to his office. Dumbledore walked into his office and then sat at his desk and looked over at me, his blue eyes full of worry.
" Now, Professor Kennedy I need you to recite to me exactly what has happened this night." He spoke slowly, watching my face carefully. I nodded, crossing my arms and pinching the bridge of my nose.
" It all happened in a flash and they were there, yelling and throwing curses everywhere. Everyone panicked and fled out of the classrooms trying to get out. Some stayed behind to ward them off, but failed because of the lack of proper education on the dark arts. I stayed, trying to keep them back but there were too many, there were ten or more of them! Just attacking the innocent students! What kind of devilry is this?" Dumbledore nodded, resting his chin in his hands.
" Work of the Dark Lord." My forehead knit in confusion.
" Dark Lord?" I asked curiously.
" Yes, Lord Voldemort. I am positive that he is behind this, but what I can't understand is why he would choose Richmond."
" It is the only known wizarding school in America." I suggested, unsure. Dumbledore shrugged.
" Yes, but it is small and of no convenience, only 35 students or so." Dumbledore paused, pondering for a moment. I watched him, uncertain of what was going on in that brilliant mind of his. Then, in a flash his eyes widened in revelation.
" Is it true that most of your students are muggle-born?" I nodded not knowing what this was leading to.
" Yes, I am only aware of two students that are pureblood and the rest are muggle-born."
" Well that explains why. What are the names of these two pureblood students you speak of." I paused, knowing full well their names, but still left in the dark as to why it mattered.
" Why is that important."
" Those two names could explain the whole situation." Dumbledore explained, standing from his chair and pacing up and down behind his desk.
" Are you trying to say that these two students are the cause-"
" No, certainly not. Did they survive?" I nodded, yes Marianne and John were in the basement, but should I tell him that?
" Yes, what does this have to do with anything?" I could see Dumbledore's patience wearing thin.
" Please, just give me the names."
" Marianne and John Carter. Why does this matter?" Dumbledore continued to pace.
" Carter, that has no meaning to me. It may be possible they have some connection, but still why?" He rambled to himself, scratching his beard thoughtfully. I just sat there, so many questions were in my head I couldn't decide which one to ask first.
" We can stay right? Well at least until we figure out what is going on." Dumbledore looked up and nodded, his bright blue eyes twinkling once again.
" Of course, we need to contact the parents first." I froze, I had totally forgotten about the students' parents.
" Yes, sir. Thank you for your generosity."
" Yes, it is no problem. This castle is big enough for a few more." I stood and bowed then turned to leave. But a persistent question popped up into my mind and I turned back to face the Headmaster.
" So, now that that is over. Let's go down to the great hall and inform my students about your situation."
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