The Sibylline Code; A Harry Potter Next Generation Fanfiction

1: Life before the letter

AN: Hi. This is our first story. Yay. Mainly written by Aardvark and Catlee, but we're not specifying who wrote what because yay. We hope you enjoy :) We own no canon HP characters. Most invented characters are based on real personalities, but that information will remain confidential, parce que we're classy (sorry Spaskia!). Anyway, onto de la story!

CHAPTER 1: Life before the letter

She sits in the car listening to the drone of the engine. A blur of colour fills the window. An emptiness floods inside her, despite the situation. She doesn't know what to feel. Perhaps she should be excited? She's had this feeling, not of dread but not excitement. It's like you know that something's going to happen but you don't know what, whether it's good or bad. She's never felt like this before but then again a lot of things have happened in the past week which have never happened before. Her ordinary life has been flipped upside down and shaken up like a fizzy drink. She's an unusually quiet person on the average day but she's kept herself especially isolated since Friday; the day it came.

ASHA P.O.V.

If I was asked to describe my life in one word it would be 'crap'. It always has been, ever since I became 'depressed'. I suppose even I don't know happened to me, but it was just one summer holiday when I spent a lot of time on my own and I became very...let's just say, independent. I stopped talking and socialising. I was never really one to have many friends, but I was then just completely abandoned. It never bothered me; suited me actually. I never really got on with people. Someone like me, people always expect to be obsessed with books. Fits doesn't it- she has no friends, must be in love with books. Nah not me. All the others were obsessed with Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner, Divergent and God knows what else. I just sit there. Sometimes for hours on end, and occupy myself with my own thoughts. I like it like that. The world in my mind, is much better than some stupid faction or district and of course, the harsh reality. I'm not deprived or anything but ... I don't know...my parents are amazing and everything but... maybe I'm just weak. I've never liked violence and fighting and now there's so much. It's like the whole world is fighting each other for no reason at all, lives lost for no reason at all... And no one seems to care- like they mourn for like a week and then they just get on with their lives! I don't know, maybe I am depressed, but it's so much easier to dream up another world, another place where everyone gets on. Where no one fights and violence is unheard of. Of course no place could possibly ever exist. I mean it's like a little kid's dream, isn't it? And still, I'm just a little kid in an eleven year old body just trying to get through each day.

But it all changed the day I got the letter; 23rd July it was. I'd come home from school after the usual day. You know, teachers saying I should pay more attention, students giving me funny looks, you know...well, no, you probably don't, but still. I'd come home to the empty house and, as usual, ran upstairs to my room. To think. But anyway, so I'd done what I normally do, after a normal day... when the doorbell rang. Most people are told to not answer the doorbell, but my parents gave up on that long ago. I mean, if someone's on the doorstep waiting to abduct me, then great. I'm screwed either way. If I don't answer the door, they'd just abduct me another way. It doesn't make a difference to me.

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Anyway, I answered the door, and found... nothing. Probably those annoying people playing knock down ginger again- wait. I looked down... a short guy was standing there, obviously dressed for a charity collection, in bright robes.

I was beginning to think my death was near. This weird looking, suspicious guy was beaming on my doorstep... well, what would you have thought?!?!?

"Hello, I believe this is the house of Miss Asha Karthi?"

I nodded slowly, believing that this was my end. Gosh, I hadn't even written my will yet . I had been right, they knew my address, they would've got me anyway.