A world Of Magic and Mystery

Chapter Three - Dorms and First Day

I stared at my plat. I wasn't much hungry. After all. I had been starved. Going from weeks to months without food and water. I just stared. The others began to talk about families. I just sighed and pulled out my sketch book. And I began to color in Uncle Mooney. Honey colored eyes. With light brown mouse like hair. His sickly pail skin and whitish scar across his face.  His  I moved onto my Aunt Mary. Her chocolate colored skin. Her black curly hair. Her dark brown eyes. I stopped. Placing my notebook into my bag as I followed after Percy. I staid calm. And silent. Memorizing the rout. I looked up and saw a little man appear. He floated. I looked at the man. Ignoring the man. He saw me with Midnight and Twilight on my shoulder. Then he left. We continued on. We walked into the portrait. We moved. Headed to the girls dorm room.

Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati shared the room with me. We sat down and got ready. I ignored the other girls staring as I changed. They gasped and I rolled my eyes. They saw my scars it seems. Fir upon my back where long bask. From a leather belt. Cuts littered my arms from glass being thrown at me. Burns as punishment for not doing things right. Before they uttered a word I pulled on my night long sleeved dress. I just pulled out my blanket and three stuffed animals. A dog. A wolf. And. A stag. Ignoring the other girls. I curled up and went to sleep.

I sat on a couch. My mother to my left. Mother to my right. We sat and talk. I giggled. Until. "Mommy. Daddy. Who's that?" I pointed out the window. My little one year old finger pointed to a cloaked man. Opening up a gate. Daddy cussed and shot up. A cuss escaping his mouth.
"Lily take Heather and run. Go hide." He moved. Looking for his wand. He found it and grabbed it. Reaching into his pocket he pulled something out. A small charm. It was led by a silver chain. Connected to it was a silver carving of a stag, doe, and fawn. "Heather darling. This was supposed to be for you when you where older. But. I'm not sure what will happen. Hold onto this. Remember. Daddy loves you." He kissed my forehead before mom took off.

Mom moved. Setting me in the crib. Her wand rested in her hair. Pulling it back into a bun. She pulled out a dagger. And cut her arm. Moving around she drew runes with her blood. After a bit she pulled out a chain. At the base was a stone. She held it tight and hovered it over my head. Chanting. After a bit the runes flew. Covering me and mom. My crib and the stone. After a bit she stopped and placed it around my neck with the necklace dad gave me.

There was a thud. Dad had died. Tears pricked my eyes. "Mommy. Are we going to die." She let out a chocked sob.
"No baby! At least not you! Not if mommy has a say in it!" Steps came up the stairs. Her head whipped around. She moved pulling out her wand. Causing her hair to fly and land on her shoulders. Beautiful blood red hair. Similar to my  crimson blood red hair with black stripes in my bangs. "Heather, listen to me. Mommy loves you. Daddy loves you. Heather you are loved. You are loved. Heather be safe. Heather be strong. Heather be brave." With that she kissed my head. Turning on her heal as the door opened. Tears poured out if my eyes as I reached for my mother.
"Mommy!" She shushed me. I looked up. At the black cloaked man. His pale skin. Black hair. And darn red eyes. He was a monster. I whimpered.

"Not Heather, not Heather, please not Heather!" She cried. Her arms flying out to shield my figure. Like her body could protect me. I cried out at that. Reaching fir my mom.
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now." My ,other wouldn't budge. Instead she shook her head. Tears pricking at her eyes. I wanted to speak but my voice failed me. Instead a chocked sob escaped my throat. More tears falling. Mommy was going to die. I would soon follow suit. I reached for mommy. Holding three stuffed animal in my arms. A blanket held in place around my shoulder by a lily pin. In my arms was a wolf. A dog. And. A stag. My rat laud discarded on the floor. Uncle Wormtail had betrayed us. He was no longer family.
"Not Heather, please no, take me, kill me instead!" My cries grew and grew. Why couldn't she see. This was not going to work. "Not Heather! Please... have mercy... have mercy... Not Heather! Not Heather! Please, I'll do anything!" My tears flew down my cheeks as a green light filled the room. Mommy screamed. He laughed. Green. A bright green. A green of death. I cried. And screamed. The magic reacting to my rage and sadness. Purple, blue, and black swirls appeared. Another green light appeared. Hitting me on the left side if my forehead. I screamed. And the magic attacked him. Red runes flooded around my skin. Voldemort disappeared.

I shot up. Panting. Tears in my eyes. I panted. Then stood up. After that I moved. Changing into my school uniform. I pulled my hair into a low bun. Leaving my bangs to cover the left side of my face. My scar slightly leaking threw. It had grown a bit as I did. But finally stopped.

I walked. My endless bag at my hip with school books. Quills. Inks. My sketch book. And notes off of my memories. From moms and dads rants. I missed them. The rants. The smiles. The laughs. There faces. There hugs. There kisses. I ignored the whispering. One hand gripping my bag. The other my necklaces. The one of the stag, doe, and fawn reached my lower chest. And then my pendent that reached my shoulder blades. I walked. Two phantom weights on each shoulder. A shadow cat. And a dragon made of what. I did not know. I loved my classes. They where interesting. I listened to my teachers. Righting down notes. In transfiguration it me a be only took five tries before I turned it into a needle. My head tilted. Minnie had smiled and nodded to me. The rest where quiet boring. It took the whole week for me to memorize my schedule and the halls for school.

I sat on the bench. It was Friday and Frost moved. Resting in my shoulder. Handing me a note. I read it. It was Hagrid. He wanted to meet me. So. I agreed. I remembered him. Frost nipped at my ear. Pruned me. Then flew away. I had just chuckled. I smiled at her.

I sat in the potions class. My hands rested on my lap. He took the role. Posed at my name. And spoke. I watched and listened to him. My eyes followed his every move. "Potter!" Professor Snape said. "What would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" I stopped and though for a bit.
"If I remember correctly sir. You would get the draft of living death. A sleeping potion that makes someone sleep as if they were dead." He hummed.
"Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezel?"
"You would look in the stomach of a ghost to get a Bezel and will save you from most potions." He again hummed.
"Okay then. What is the difference between monksood and woldsbane." I smiled at this.
"That's a trick question sir. They are the same plant. More commonly known as Aconite." He just stared at me. Something strange flashing in his eyes.
"Well why aren't you righting that down. Five points to Griffindor." He said. Silently. Before having us make potions. I was partnered with Ron. I sighed threw out the whole thing I smacked and growled at him. Keeping him from doing things wrong. We even stopped Neville from putting the quills until after taking it off the fire. In the end the day wasn't to bad.