~Hogwarts, 2191
"Out of my way, Lovegood!" Yelled the Malfoy male. The eldest of the two Malfoy brothers.
Pushing the blonde female student aside, he continued his strut, frightening and challenging every student in his path.
Indeed he is powerful, more powerful than his father in-fact.
"Ah yes, Remus R. Weasley. How are you today?" Asked the blond wizard. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Remus, son of Reginald Weasley asked as he masked his anger.
'If only I could punch you…' Remus thought, trying to control himself.
"Don't talk to me like that, we're buddies!" Malfoy said with a sneer, hand around Remus' shoulder. "We were never friends." Remus replied, earning a shove from said blond. "Crucio," Malfoy chanted in a monotone voice, as if this was a daily routine.
The Cruciatus curse, known as the Torture curse, was inflicted upon Remus, who immediately fell onto the floor clutching his body in pain, unable to scream as the pain was too great.
The ban of the Unforgivable Curse no longer existed. Beauxbatons, Hogwarts, Durmstrang… all fell into their own respective evil houses.
All because of the Malfoy family.
Voldemort died decades ago. There was peace, until the Malfoy family managed to gather more Death Eaters and destroy the Ministry of Magic.
~Jamieson H. Potter
It's here. Today's the day. It's Friday.
The Dursleys return exactly at 4 PM in the afternoon. It's 9 AM, which gives me plenty of time to prepare myself to explore the attic.
I've read in one of the books, ghosts hate salt and Holy Water. Since there's no holy water here, I decided to fill a bag with salt. One hand had a torch and the other had a bag of salt. "Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghost." I whispered as I pulled the rope, watching the stairs to the attic come down with a loud bang, dust immediately poured down.
I ran backwards, letting the dust settle before slowly and timidly tip-toeing up the stairs.
While on my way up, I heard the noise of cloth being dragged again. Now it's accompanied by that weird whisper. I hadn't even reached the attic yet when a creature, as black as the colour could get, emerged. I let out a yelp, immediately backing up
I froze mid-way, suddenly feeling as if my life was being sucked out. I watched a skin-colour trail form from my face to its feature-less face.
I felt weak, but still strong enough to throw the bag of salt at it. All that white stuff just flew right through its gas-like body. My strength slowly disappeared, horror struck me as the salt failed.
I shone my torch at it, which somehow worked as it let out some sort of weird groan before backing up. I took this chance and used every little bit of energy left in me to run down the stairs, open the door and run out. I didn't care if the neighbours saw me out of my house, I'd rather not die.
I heard the sound of a car door closing as I reached the door, 'No! They can't be home yet!' I thought in panic.
I ran out the door, screaming "Run!" as the ghost chased me. The Dursleys looked at me as if I had gone bonkers, but I just kept running. They screamed as soon as the black creature emerged from the house and ran for it.
I had to thank the stars for what happened afterwards.
The creature shrieked as it was exposed to sunlight before burning. It almost got back into the house, which would've been bad. It burnt into pure black ashes as I fell onto the ground, panting madly.
"What the hell did you do this time?!" Mrs. Dursley asked, looking at me as if wanting to murder me.
"I swear I didn't do anything! I wanted to clean the attic!" I answered in panic, putting my hands up in defence. "Mom, he couldn't possibly summon a demon from hell." My stepbrother stated, rolling his eyes. "He's way too dumb for that." He added, smirking at me afterwards.
I wanted to punch him so bad, but at the same time he kind of saved my butt.
"I told you this house was haunted!" Mrs. Dursley yelled at her husband, who was still in shock. "Well now it isn't. Stop whining and unpack." He replied with a huge frown. I decided to gather up the dust and placed it in a small packet, for later uses.
Actually, I don't know what it's used for.
"Why is there so much salt here?" Mr Dursley asked as they got up to the first floor. "I-I tried throwing salt at it." I admitted, feeling really dumb. I should stop believing everything I read.
"See? Stupid." My stepbrother added, earning me a groan from my stepmother. "You better clean this up, and the dust. And clean the attic, now that the ghost is gone." Mrs Dursley said before entering her room.
I nodded, with a small sigh of tiredness. I'm still exhausted from whatever's happening.
-That night...-
I couldn't sleep, thinking about what had happened earlier today. I didn't get to eat dinner, but that was the least of my worries. I'm planning on exploring the attic tomorrow morning, but I'm scared that ghost thing might appear again.
Yeah, I'm a huge scaredy cat.
~Hogwarts 1995
Harry and Cedric emerged from the port key- the Goblet of Fire.
They appeared in what seems like some sort of graveyard.
'The Little Hangleton Graveyard!' Harry thought in fear. His visions were slowly becoming true... Voldemort is coming back?
'No!' Harry thought.
"Get back to the port key Cedric!" Harry yelled, looking around for said port key. "What? Why? Why are we in the Little Hangleton Graveyard?" Asked the curious lad.
"It doesn't matter, we have to-"Before Harry could finish, "Mobilicorpus!" Chanted a voice from the entrance to a tomb, immediately Harry was lifted into the air, then hooked onto a Death statue behind him. "Argh!" He screamed in pain, his hand injured by the scythe of the statue while at the same time his scar burned.
Wormtail appeared with what looks like a fetus version of Voldemort in his hand. "Cedric get back to the cup!" Harry yelled, ignored by said person. "Who are you and what do you want?!" Cedric yelled, raising and pointing his wand at Wormtail.
"Kill the spare." Said the fetus, "No!" Harry yelled in reply, Cedric, completely unaware of what's about to happen.
"Avada Ke-"
I was awakened by the loud noise of the door being knocked.
"I'm coming!" I yelled, rushing out from my cupboard towards the front door of the house. I opened the door to see two masked figures with black robes in-front of me.
"Umm... Hi? How can I help you at-" I stopped, glancing at the clock on the wall of the living room. "2 AM in the morning..." I finished, looking at them nervously. I hadn't even realized it was still night time- well, morning really- when I opened the door.
"Jamieson H. Potter?" One of them asked, obviously faking his voice. I nodded nervously, "H-How do you know my name?" I asked, taking a small step back.
"We're here to escort you, Mr. Jamieson." He said, completely ignoring my question. I gulped, "To where?" He asked, before I could take another step back, he reached out and grabbed my wrist forcefully. "L-Let go of me!" I yelled, pulling my hand as hard as I could.
"Please follow us, and don't bother trying to run." The one whose mask was somewhat more evil-looking warned in a deep tone as he whipped out an odd stick-like thing.
It looked like a medieval wand.
The other guy did the same thing, except he demonstrated what the stick-thing does. "Incendio," He chanted, causing a jet of flame to shoot out from his wand and set fire to the tree in-front of the house.
I gulped, all I could do was let them drag me out of the house. If I scream, they might set me on fire.
What do they want with me? I'm practically broke! I have absolutely no money. Absolutely none. I also live under the stairs in a small cupboard-like room, did I mention that?
"Expelliarmus!" A voice echoed from somewhere, I quickly ducked as a blue ball of light flew my way and hit one of the strangers, causing him to fly backwards. "Stupefy!" Another voice yelled and another ball of light flew from somewhere, hitting the one who was grabbing my wrist and knocking him unconscious.
Before anything else could happen, I quickly grabbed their wands and ran back inside. I can't freakin' cast magic spells like these two- and those other two- but at least they won't be able to cast spells without their wands.
Unless they know wand-less magic, which could be very bad for me.
As soon as I closed the door behind me after running back in, I heard the sound of a quick 'whoosh'. I was a tad bit curious, but then the sensible-side of me kicked in and told me if I wanted to live to see another day, I should not open the door.
I heard footsteps coming down from the stairs, so I quickly ran into my cupboard and pretend I was asleep.
"What the heck was that?" asked my stepbrother as he opened the door. After a few seconds, I heard it being closed. "Wake up you lazy bum, make me food." He commanded, opening the door and forcing me up.
"Fine. Just give me a few seconds." I said, faking a groggy voice and pretending to stretch. I watched as he rolled his eyes before walking back into the kitchen.
"Here you go," I handed the plate of food to him. He stared at the plate of midnight snack for a while before smirking, "Take this." He said, handing me an odd black key. "Wha-?" I asked, but before I could finish, he forced the key into my hand.
"I'm not taking this. This is just another way for-" Again I couldn't finish my sentence, this time he interrupted, saying "Not this time." In a serious manner.
That's weird. He's never serious.
I clutched the key in my hand, staring at it. Then I stared at him, watching him eat.
Honestly, I don't know how, but my stepbrother never gets fat. Seriously, he eats so much, but he's always in shape. He's definitely involved in some sort of sport at school.
Or he's just as much of a bully as he is at home, and all he does at school is bully peoples. And burn his fat through bullying.
"What?" He asked, lifting a brow and looking at me curiously as he chewed his food.
"Don't tell me you've fa-" Before he could finish, I cut him off, "Oh shut the heck up. I'd never. Plus, that would be incest." Earning a smug smirk from him. "Hurry up and finish up, I want to go back to sleep." I stated after a few seconds of silence, faking a yawn.
I was expecting some sort of insult, but all I got was a simple nod.
Something's wrong with him... He's being way too nice. Seriously. First the key, then the silence, now a nod? I mean I might sound ridiculous right now but seriously he's being too nice. I decided to leave it alone, maybe he's in a good mood?
~The Next Morning
Once again, it's January 5th! Which means it's time for my stepbrother to go back to school. I suppose the one good thing I get for not going to school is I get to stay at home 24/7.
"Can't I not go?!" Whined my stepbrother. There it is, the annoying, whining Warden Dursley. "It's your last year hun, so no." Mrs. Weasley scolded. I heard a loud grown before loud footsteps echoed in the house.
They already had breakfast, which means Mrs. Dursley and I will be the only ones left at home after Mr. Dursley and Warden leaves. I watched him leave, but before he closed the door, he sent me a smirk and a quick wink, catching me off guard completely.
What the heck is wrong with him? Did I do something wrong? Did I break a vase, because if I did he might be waiting for the right time to tattle on me.
"What are you doing standing there like a statue?" Mrs Dursley asked, smacking me at the back of my head.
"Do the dishes and make sure the house is clean by the time I get home." She added before leaving the house, but not without slamming the door close loudly. Very loudly.
I let out a sigh of exhaustion before doing my chores.
After about 3 hours of cleaning, I finally had time to myself. The Dursleys don't return until around 5 PM, so I have about 4 more hours to myself.
I remembered the black key Warden handed to me last night, so I quickly ran into my room and fetched it. I took it out from under my pillow and inspected it, 'J.J.P' it said on the handle.
"J.J.P?" I whispered to myself curiously. There's only one person I know with these initials... This couldn't be for me. What do I unlock though? Maybe I could find something in the attic...
Heck no! I'm not going back up there. I don't want to face another one of those horrid creatures again! But then again, this key might be the key to a treasure chest... I guess I've no choice. With a gulp of nervousness and a flashlight in one hand, I ventured up into the attic.
This time, no creature came out. I guess there's only one of them up here...
Phew! It is dusty as heck up here. Not to mention dark. And spooky. I brought the two wands with me. I mean, I can't cast spells or anything but those two might come back to retrieve the wands, so I brought them for safekeeping.
I looked around the attic for a few minutes, all I could see was dust and a lot of old things. None of these look like anything the Dursleys would use though...
I found an odd looking broom with the name 'Firebolt' carved at the end. It doesn't look like a modern day broom actually, it looks like one a witch would ride. Behind that was a tall mirror, completely covered in dust. I decided not to touch the mirror or the broom, crazy stuff might happen.
I also found an empty sphere, which I did not touch by the way.
After a few more minutes of searching, I finally found an black ornate box. It looks like one of those jewellery boxes, except longer.
I unlocked said box with the key, inside was a letter on top of what looks like another wand. The roof inside the box had words engraved onto it, 'Laurel Wood Unicorn Hair 12 ¼ inches Sturdy' was written on it.
Sorry doods, I had to end the story here otherwise this chapter would get ridiculously long.
Anywayz, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, if there was any mistakes in this chapter, or the previous and future ones, please message me or even post a review regarding the error. Thanks! ^^"
