Chapter 2 - Book 2

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☽☾Chapter 2 ~ Harry has arrived☽☾

I stay completely still whereas Hermione and Ron ran straight out the door and down the few flights of stairs. I still aren't in the mood to see anyone, if it wasn't for me and Harry Voldemort probably wouldn't be alive and trying to kill us.

Hello.

I heard a his snake like voice in my head and I grimaced. Ever since he was reborn he has been able to contact me through telepathy. His voice drips with venom.

Well well well look who is hiding away. Where is Harry? Your precious little twin brother. Ha. Well miss potter you better watch your back because I'm Coming. I'm Coming. And this time I will get you both and kill you, I no longer need you. You aren't the most important thing anymore. My top priority now is...

Death for the remaining Potters.

I gasp, this is what he says each time 'I'm Coming' those two words echo through my dreams and through all my daily thoughts. 'Death' the one thing that everyone is scared of, the only thing that follows me all my life.

Death hangs on my shoulders every step I take. But unlike everyone else I'm not scared of death. To me it's more like never ending peace, I mean look at my life.

Stuck indoors most of the time and having Voldemort on my tail all the the freaking time.

"Charlotte." Someone said at the door, I look up and see Harry. He gives me a sympathetic look then walks over to me, he has grown so much in the summer holidays. I didn't realise that I was crying till he wiped away some salty tears. I must of cried during Voldemort's stupid speech.

"Sorry Harry. I was just being a stupid teen girl, nothing's new though." I said laughing slightly as Harry smiles from next to me.

"What's up lil' sis?" He says side at hugging me, I scowl at him.

"Really Harry! I was only born like 3 minutes after you." I whined nudging him in the ribs, he groaned loudly.

"How the heck do you have such a strong elbow!" He said giving me a playful glare but when I started laughing so did he.

"Coming down for food Charlie?" He asks and I raise my eyebrow, did he really just call me Charlie.

"Really?! Charlie? What happened to Lottie or Lotte?" I said really confused.

"Well I thought you would like it." He chuckled then leapt up "I'm going for food see you down there?"

"No thanks, I'm not hungry at all." I explain. He shrugs then walks out of my room, I fall back on my small cot.

Death.

The words ring through my ears like pins stabbing my heart, like I said I'm not scared of death but I'm scared of loved ones dying. Especially in front of me.

I've watched one person close to me die in front of me I don't want to watch another. I really have no idea what I would do if Ron, Hermione or Harry got killed in front of me.

"Watch the wonders of the night shine bright in the sky. Watch the world spin around finding things and never doubt"

I sang softly in the silence of my own room, my room is the dull old grey colour. I sort of like it but I would rather something like Crimson or purple.

Crimson red reminds me of the Gryffindor common room whereas Purple reminds me of the amazing sunsets that shimmer over the castle.

I look in the mirror and see my messy hair and black bags under my eyes. I have barely been sleeping due to nightmares, I wake up screaming and sweating. It isn't a nice experience and then I feel embarrassed because every one bursts into my room.

I quickly go into the small bathroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face and was my hands. I go back to my bedroom and pull my long brown hair into a messy bun. I pull on some dull pyjamas and fall on my backwards on my bed.

I pull the thin covers over my petite body and rest my head on the soft pillow and soon I fall into a deep sleep.

I scream murder as Voldemort stalks towards me, his wand pointing straight at me. I try running but I'm glued to the spot. My blood runs cold, my breathing fastens and my palms get sweaty. M

He is going to kill me. He wants me dead. But why?

"Avada Kedavra!" He shouts and blinding green light hits me like a ton of bricks.

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