She looked into the fire and sighed deeply, fresh tear tracks on her face. The fire was crackling merrily, but her mood was anything but. What are you to do when everyone has abandoned you? What are to do when you are a child, twelve years old, and you have no where to go?
Crack
Ivory jumped, looked around the dark forest, moon shining above her. Her bright red hair in two messy braids whipped her neck gently as she turned her head from side to side. After a while, her eyes finally went back to the small fire in front of her. Her thoughts went back to the events of the last few weeks.
Burns.
Fire.
Darkness.
Screams.
So many screams.
She shivered. Those thoughts will forever haunt her, no matter how hard she tries.
Running from behind her snapped her out of her thoughts. She was mildly pleased. She never wanted to think about that again, but sometimes it was inevitable.
She looked behind her, and her blue eyes met silver ones. The eyes belonged to a slick, grey fox. He looked quite young, too young to be on his one.
"Where is your mum?" Ivory asked, cautiously moving towards the fox in a crouch.
The fox whimpered, as if he understood her.
"Same here. My parents are..." she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. "They're...they're gone."
She went back in front of the now dying fire to think. Thoughts were whirling inside her mind and she unable to register anything properly.
She heard another whimper.
The fox was beside her now, sitting and looking at her pleadingly.
"What do you want?!" She yelled, spreading her arms wide in anger.
The fox lowered his ears, crouched down, and started backing away.
"Wait...no...I'm sorry," Ivory said in a silky voice, "Please don't go. I didn't mean to scare you."
The fox then came towards her, his ears now up and out of his crouch. Tears started welling in Ivory's eyes, blurring her vision. The little fox curled up on her lap, as if he was nothing more than a docile pet.
Ivory looked around at the empty forest, absentmindedly stroking her furry friend.
"I guess it's just the two of us then."
Note: inspired by Your Healthy Year on Pinterest
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The Slip
FanfictionThe week after Sirius died, Harry is constantly pestered by Snape during potions class. That's when he lets a secret slip. Other short stories If you don't like Harry Potter, skip to the sixth part. I don't own Harry Potter! Most credits to J. K...
