The Marauders and the Fallen Bird |Pre Harry Potter| ON HOLD since 08/13

The Night Terror

She lay on her hard and cold bed, the mattress lumpy and the blankets thin. Her long tangled auburn hair was sprawled over the insufficient pillow at her head. Her eyes were closed, her breathing steady as she lay, silently thinking.

They didn't adopt me today, she thought solemnly. My real parents, they didn't come. For the third year in a row. They didn't come to find me.

The young female had begun to think, maybe they didn't want her. Maybe they didn't love her. Maybe something had happened to them. Her eyes fluttered open at the last thought, their blue depths dark with unshed tears.

No, they were fine. They were just delayed. They would come tomorrow. As a birthday present. They would come to fetch her from the horrid home. But the five-nearly-six-year-old could deceive her brain no longer.

They hadn't come, and they probably wouldn't be coming.

She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to see another birthday pass without her family coming to get her. Sadly, the images were inevitable and she soon fell into a nightmarish sleep.

The room was calm, brightly colored and seemingly large. Loud noises could be heard from down below, shouts and screams. "Get Evelyn! I'll hold them off. Joan, go!" The pounding of feet could be heard rampaging up stairs, a blonde woman soon appearing, her blue eyes wide with fright.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's gonna get you an angel wing.
And if that angel wing won't fly, Mama's gonna have to prophesy.
So hush little baby, don't you cry.
Mama's gonna have to close her eyes."

The young woman sang, her voice trembling, soon stopping. Slowly, she turned around to face people that weren't there before.

A group of seven young adults stood, long stick-like-weapons pointed at the blonde woman. "You can kill me and my husband, my parents and siblings, but you don't want to harm Evelyn."

"Nice try Jones. Step aside." A man spoke up, stepping forward out of the group.

"I'm telling you, you don't want to do that. Evelyn, she'll survive. She'll go to school, and she'll learn. She'll learn how to kill each and every last one of you. And she'll succeed." The group stepped towards Joan, muttering the same spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

She bolted up, having broken out into a cold sweat. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, eyes wide and hair plastered to the back of her neck and face. The continuous snores of her neighbors rumbled on, easing her nerves.

She moved her pale and thin hand to her collar bone, her ancient scar stinging sharply. The owners of the orphanage had said that it was a brand. That terrible people had burned her skin when she was an infant, leaving her forever marked.

The frightened girl glanced over out of the window, surprised to see the sun rising.

"Happy birthday, Evelyn." She muttered to herself, lowering her body back onto the lumpy mattress.

Author's Note

Hey guys, yes I know I should focus on one fanfiction at a time, but it's hard to resist when I get new ideas. Whoops

So because of this fact, this is just a preview and the rest of the book will not be coming out until at least mid April/May (somewhere in there).

Luv,

-C