(This is my first fan fiction so please be nice in the comments!)
Amelia Brown was the only witch in her community. She has gone to Beauxbatons for 6 years and this coming year will be her 7th. Her appearance was nothing short of average, but anything beyond mystery. One look in her eyes and you could find yourself drowning in a sea of bluish green and not knowing where you are the next moment. It was almost magical. The odd thing was though she had anything but the perfect life. Her mother had died shortly after she was born and her father had left her on the streets when she was sent to him. Luckily a couple from France, on a visit to Great Britain, had picked her up. The unfortunate part of this story is that these people had no want or need for a child; they just used her as a dishrag to clean any of the messes that they made in the house. Their favorite card to pull was the guilt trip. But non-the less she hung in there, that is, until that one-day came that she would dread more than the rest. That day is today.
On that chilly September night, Amelia was just sighing a great breath of relief as the unwanted couple drifted to bed. All was calm except for a sudden uneasy presence in the room. Knowing this, she turned around and saw a shaky, slumped over figure in the shadow with and even more awkward voice.
"H-hello Miss. Brown." The man said trying to keep his voice steady. " You may b-be frightened at the sight of me but the w-worst is yet to come. My master, Lord Voldemort, has requested a meeting with you. Why? I do not know. But I c-can tell you he w-was quite nervous. I'm s-sure it will all be clear in the end."
"Fine, take me. I have nothing here anyway." Amelia's voice was surprisingly steady compared to earthquake going on in her stomach. "by the way, what's your name?"
"That is not to be said r-right now. Just call me Wormtail." Wormtail said.
He took her downstairs toward the fireplace where a ghostly green glow was still alight.
"What is that?"
"Th-That is the glow of flu powder. H-here take a handful of it and s-stand right in the fireplace. Then s-say the Riddles House and drop it." Wormtail handed her a leather bag filled with an ashy, bad smelling powder. "A-are you in or out?"
Every part of Amelia's body was telling her to run, but Amelia new that she would just regret it in the morning. Like she said she has nothing here, and this could be an opportunity to finally leave this rat hole of a place. Maybe this was a good thing, but then again… maybe not.
"In."