The Dementors
Dahlia
September had once again arrived in the city of London. And once again, the seasons started to change. Summer fading seamlessly into autumn. Another sunny September 1st started as Dahlia woke in her bed, her curtains letting in the gentle morning sun.
Her mind immediately started to think about returning to the Wizarding world, doing magic after not being able to for two months, and of course seeing Neville.
At the thought of Neville she leapt from her bed, stumbling into the kitchen. Her mother and father sitting together at the kitchen table, tea in each of their hands.
"Good morning our little witch." Her dad. Dahlia smiled and walked up to them, sitting opposite of her mother.
"When do we have to leave?" Dahlia asked them, already eager to see Neville, hoping he felt the same.
"That ambitious to leave us, huh?" Her mother laughed, getting up and refilling her tea. .
"No." Dahlia lied.
"Yeah of course you want to leave." Said in a muffled voice.
Dahlia turned to see her brother Nathen standing in the doorway, looking as though he just crawled out of a hole; his hair was unruly and his pajamas were wrinkled.
"Oh Nathen you'll be alright." Her mother said.
Dahlia wasn't so sure about that, although they are five years apart, they did get pretty close this summer, deciding it was better to befriend Nathan, alternatively was to taunt him the rest of her life.
She wasn't sure he would be alright.
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Dahlia was in her room, packing up her last-second things, looking around her room or any scraps she may have missed. She had done this two times before, swept her room thoroughly before leaving for Hogwarts, but for some reason she had an awful gut feeling that something wasn't right, but she couldn't point it out, remaining a burden in her stomach.
She lugged her trunk down the stairs, positioning it in front of the door next to Beau, her owl. Nathen watching her from the couch.
"Hey Dahlia," Nathen faltered, shifting slightly. "Could you come here?"
"Yeah, sure." She said, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion, trying to figure out what his worried expression meant.
"Could you take this with you," he mused, holding out a necklace in his palm.
Dahlia picked it up and stared at it as it hung in the air. It was a small oval pendant that was slightly withered, the shine of silver diluted in the tarnish.
"Open it." Nathen said.
She obliged, snapping open the pendent, a tiny picture of Nathen and her sat on the inside. She was hardly ten, they were playing when her mother insisted they cooperate for a photo.
"I made it," Nathen said. "I found the empty pendent in the basement and I had a small picture of us, I want you to take it with you." He said, not quite meeting her eyes.
"I'll absolutely take it with me." She grinned, giving Nathen a side hug, and clasping the necklace around her neck.
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"Are you ready?" Dahlia's dad whispered into her ear while they stood just outside platform nine and three quarters.
"Yup." Dahlia said, grasping her trolley firmly. "Love you guys." She said looking around at her family, especially Nathen.
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