Chapter2: The fly that keeps coming back…
: /I own nothing; the genius behind Harry Potter is not me, but our favorite J.K. Rowling. Any plots that you don't recognize or characters are mine. Ciao. :
I feel absolutely nauseated. I vowed to never, ever, again ride the stupid Knight Bus. From this point on it's a for sure no no. Grabbing my bag made me stumble, but I continued on. I had been so graciously dumped at Potter mansion, where I no doubt would be spending the rest of my summer.
In case you want to know why I'm here, let me tell you. James Potter was my cousin, making Rose and Harold Potter my aunt and uncle. The people I had abandoned when things went haywire. That's right, I ran when I found out my parents died. I ran from my friends, my family, and I even ran from myself. Mainly though, I ran from magic. Magic, the thing that had killed them. I stood in awe of it for so many years, yet reality still turned around and bit me in the arse.
I rang the doorbell. Hearing the shuffling inside made my breath stiffen in my throat. Maybe this was a bad idea, I could turn around right now, but I didn't. I stood there, like my feet were glued there, why couldn't I move?
"Hello, Misses what can Lyle do for you?" asked the Potters house elf.
"Um…" wait was I, Emma Taylor, stuttering? Taking a deep breath I attempted to make a coherent sentence. "Yes, could you take me to see the Potters please?"
"Oh, yes misses they has been waiting for you," he said. I followed the mumbling elf into the kitchen where my aunt, uncle, and the marauders where eating breakfast. I made a noise, letting them know of my presence.
"Emma?" Aunt Rose gasped. So the stupid people didn't tell her they found me. "It can't be," she said not blinking; maybe she was afraid I would poof away or something.
"In the flesh," I said giving a timid smile. I avoided all eye contact with the marauders.
"Oh my dear god," said my aunt. Then she flew forward, tackling my into a bone crushing hug. The only strange thing was that I hugged back, what was happening to me.
"Emma," said my uncle. His eyes looked dangerous, okay coming back, big mistake!
Maybe I could escape, it was now or never. Then, just as I was about to flee it happened. The anger kicked in.
"Where in Godrics name have you been?" he shouted.
"I…um…" oh no more stuttering.
"Um…what?" he asked viciously. Then my aunt joined in.
"You walk out two years ago, with no note, at the age of thirteen!" She was now very red in the face. "What were you thinking?"
I was quiet. "Well…"she pestered. I had no choice but to tell my story, here goes nothing….
: / sorry about the cliffy, but I was short on time. I will take ideas of what you want to happen.
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