Sincerely, The Stranger You Call Sister

Year 1: Into The Woods

Dear Little Brother,

My Aunt Maddie was a big fan of horror movies. Me? Not so much.

Too stuffed with clichés for my taste -not to mention the frustration of the dramatic irony throughout it all.

Particularly, I didn't like the ones where the idiotic main characters would be in the forests, whether because they're drunk, daring each other, or whatever.

It would always be in the first clip, too! As soon as the characters stepped foot into the woods, you just knew they weren't coming out alive.

I still don't fucking like them -in fact, I just might loathe them now!

(PS: My first act as and adult in a powerful position will to be fucking exterminate chizpurtfles and red caps. Fucking bastards.)

Sincerely,

The Stranger You Call Sister

~xXx~

October 30th, 1938.

I'd like to say that I was able to grab Malfoy and pull up -saving us both from a nasty landing- at the last second. You know, the type of high-tension, dramatic action scene commonly seen in movies.

But as the universe is so fond of reminding me; life's a fucking bitch.

So instead of saving both Malfoy and I from falling through the trees without injury, romantically flying off into the sunset, I fucking lost control of my own broom.

I know, I know. What a total dumbarse, and I right? You had one job, am I right?

Well, I'd like to see you try to save a wildly kicking, utterly panicked eleven year old boy -when you yourself is an underweight eleven year old girl- with the treetops rapidly drawing closer, and still be able to pull up in time while keeping a grip on said utterly panicked eleven year old boy.

As it is, I managed to grab a hold of Malfoy's collar -there was zero fucking chance of me being able to catch one of his flaring limbs- and press his head against my flat chest with both arms.

Malfoy at least had enough common sense left to wrap his own arms around my middle.

That's about when we crashed through the trees.

Now, I can't recall the little details of that point, seeing as my eyes were shut, but the snap of my broomstick against my inner thigh, and the way my back tipped over a branch only to get the wind knocked out of me when I hit the ground is fucking hard to miss.

Dear god, it fucking hurt.

I gasp, mind going completely blank. It's several seconds later until I can think straight again, the sudden pain gradually numbing, and I realize that I still have death grip on Malfoy's skull.

He's also desperately trying to get his arms out from under me, and crying hysterically.

'Shite.'

I arch my back a little and loosen my grip to help, inhaling sharply as another jolt of white-hot pain zips through my body, causing my head to spin before it all slowly dulls.

Thank fucking mercy that I had put my helmet back on before we fell.

Black stars dance in front of my eyes as I struggle to sit up, grunting and hissing through it all. I definitely have a few bruised ribs, at the very least. (It's going to be a fucking bitch in the morning.)