Hero and Leander; Harry Potter fanfiction

The only character I own is Hero! All rights are to J.K. Rowling and her beautiful books. I own nothing but Hero.

Quidditch; the best thing ever! I was overwhelmed with happiness as I watched the World Cup with my father next to me. Mother didn’t want me to come here because at 7 I apparently wasn’t ready to experience such a thing. I held onto my father’s hand as we watched happily.

              After the most awesome game ever we went back to our tent, which only looked as big as a cardboard box on the outside, but on the inside, it was as big as a house. We lounged about and as I played with Witty, my father’s pet owl. A rather smart bird, he was.

              Then out of nowhere, screams erupted around us. Flames burned at the bottom of our tent, bringing it up to the roof. We had no choice but to evacuate the tent and came face to face with scary men in masks that looked like skeletons. My eyes looked around frantically while my feet were frozen in fear.

              “Hero! Run!” My father pushed me and as I looked back at him once more, I saw a piercing green light coming out of one of the men’s wands and wipe my father from existence.

              I screamed bloody murder, crying for my father. Suddenly, I was being surrounded by the men in masks.

              I turned and began to run and I could hear spells being shot at me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my arm and I fell to the ground. Blood was pouring out of me and I whimpered. I wanted my daddy. Where was he? Where had that light sent him?

              I was surrounded again, and they all pointed their wands at me. Why was I being targeted? I’m only 7!

              “EXPELLIARMUS!” A booming voice came from behind me. The men in masks had their wands thrown from their hands. I looked up to see an older man with a white beard and purple robes. He chanted spells and was soon at my side and apperated us away. Daddy always apperated everywhere so I knew what this sensation was.

              I was brought to a warm house, that was small yet cozy, but you could tell they didn’t have much money.

              “Albus?” A woman with red hair asked and stood from the dining room table. She took a look at me and ushered the other red headed children out of the room. They looked over their shoulders at me curiously.

              “Oh goodness deary, what happened?!” She asked, looking at my bloodied self. I couldn’t feel anything; I was too numb to what was happening.

              She cleaned my arm and it left a noticeable gash in my arm, going down the length of it. “It’s going to scar, Albus.” She sighed, rubbing my arm, trying to sooth me.

              “Molly, Hero here can’t go home. They are being targeted and they live in the muggle world. They will kill her in no time.” Albus said.

              “I would be happy to keep her.” Molly smiled.

              My eyes widened. “What about my mommy?!” I gasped.

              “Hero, I’m afraid you can’t see her for a while, but you can owl her any time you would like. She will be safe by herself.” Albus gave me a comforting grin.

              “Owl…” I thought. “Witty! What happened to him?!” I gasped and looked around.

              Albus smiled and lifted his arm and a bird flew from it. “Witty!” I cried happily. My father’s bird was alright!

              I stroked him lovingly and felt comfort immediately in the only part of my father I had left.