Author's Note: I was hoping for at least 3 reviews before starting a new chapter...but I suppose beggars can't be choosers, right? Right.
To duj: I would like to get rid of my typos, but I'm too lazy to edit and WordPad doesn't edit itself. sigh At any rate, this chapter is dedicated to you for being the first reviewer!
To nanamom: Thank youfor the lovely review, though I do believe that being my mother you have no choice but to like my story. lol
To Arica, Princess of Rivendell: Well...if you insist!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except Sarah. Her is mine (lol)
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Sarah Snape awoke to rain beating down on the roof of a house now quite empty save herself. She checked the clock on the far wall of her room and saw that it was just past one in the morning. The distant sound of a wolf howling echoed through the night and Sarah watched as shadows danced across her walls. Fabulous, the girls thought to herself, snuggling deeper under her comforter. It's the first time in my life that he isn't here to talk to when I have a nightmare and I wake up during a classic horror movie scene. The young girl was, of course, thinking of her father who was now missing and had been since the murder of Hogwarts School's headmaster.
Deciding that risking getting up and turning on the light was better than sitting petrified in the dark, the young woman threw her covers off and switched on the light. Blinking against the sudden bright light, Sarah turned and surveyed her bedroom. She hadn't cleaned it since her father had disappeared and it showed. Clothes were piled up all over and there was no telling if they were clean or dirty. She had books strewn across the floor that she'd started to read but never finished. There were dirty dishes all over fro when she'd eaten in her room. It was disgusting to even her.
"OK. Ok, so...I shold pick up," Sarah mumbled to herself as she started to pick up some laudry but just as suddenly as she picked up the laundry, she dropped it. "Am I witch or am I some sod of a muggle? I mean...sorry muggles!" Sarah giggled to herself and then, with a wave of her wand clean clothes put themselves away, and dirty ones piled into a laundry basket. Her books tucked themselves neatly onto her shelves except a few that didn't fit, which instead piled onto he desk, and the dirty dishes stacked themselves and floated off to the kitchen.
Deciding that the room was thoroughly cleaned and she would never get to sleep again, Sarah walked in to her bathroom for a shower. As she entered she was met with her face in the mirror. Her long, raven feather black hair which usually hung in loose, gentle curls midway down her back was snarled and puffy. Her dark blue eyes were bloodshot and half closed, giving her the look of being incredibly stoned. Her loose fitting pajamas were wrinkled from her sleep and in her own opinion, she looked like shit. Taking her wand, Sarah waved it over her head to get out the snarls from her hair and then she placed it on the counter and began to get read for a nice, long, hot shower.
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At the burrow, Ron and Hermione were up discussing possible ways to convince Harry to come down just for a visit so everyone could see him agin before he went out on his mission to destroy to horcruxes with them. They hd started around midnight and at 1:57 the two friends still had relatively few ideas that seemed likely to work. Their best bet, in fact, was just to tell him that he should at least say good-bye to Mrs. Weasley before leaving...
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Author's Note: The chapters are short, I know. It also takes me forever to update...I'm sorry! I'll try to gt better...promise! Just read and review. Pwease? Reviews make chapters longer...