Voldemorts Second Survivor(A Harry Potter re-make)

Chapter One

Mommy! Daddy!, was all I could cry. Being only but four, and seeing some strange man in black walking into my house, I knew something bad was going to happen. I was being tucked into bed by my mother and father when he walked into my room. They quickly turned around and only took one second before they were picking me up and hurrying to the window. My father had picked up a stick and was shouting words I didn't understand. Lights flashed and my father was on the floor, dead. I stared at the body, eyes spilling with tears as my mother cried, shouting more words that I didn't understand. One more flash, and she was gone. I started screaming as my mother turned cold. I couldn't think of any words to scream as the man came closer to me. I'd hoped him seeing I was only a small, defensless child he would have a heart and let me live, or at least kill me with no pain. He was standing directly over me, an evil grin plastered on his face as he raised a stick to my head and mumbled a word, and I was out. Blackness and I was falling. Falling so fast it hurt, then numbed to the point I felt like I was floating. Then I saw my mom and dad. Crying. But smiling. They looked at me and both mumbled three words in sync. Then, instead of falling. I was being pulled up. I could feel again, but I knew not to move. Before the picture of my parents faded I heard them say the last words I'd ever hear them say. We love you, Evelina. Then, out of no where, I heard the man who'd murdered my parents laughing. I knew I was alive, but something was telling me to stay still and not to move or make a sound. I did as was told. I started counting backwards from 500 like somone told me. Halfway through, the man said a word then I heard a loud woosh!, and I knew he was gone. I continued to lay there and counted back from 60, then I would get up and try figure out what to do. Once I hit zero, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. Yea he was gone. I slowly got up and looked at my parents and burst out in tears. They were dead. I was orphaned. And I was alone. After standing there for what seemed like a long time, I gathered myself together and began to think. Then, I began to act. I went into my parents room and got out a suit case from their closet, and brought it back to my room. I got my step-stool from the bathroom and used it to get into my higher drawers. I packed all of the essentials and a couple of toys, two blankets, a pillow, and taking the stool downstairs, a couple of snacks. I knew it would be a long night. Once I returned upstairs, I double-checked my bag, to make sure I had everything I knew I'd need. From underwear to shirts, pants, shorts, and shoes to blankets, pillows, pajamas, and food, with about six water bottles from the refridgerator. I zipped up the case and turned to look one last time at my dead parents. Tears escaped my eyes and my throat felt hot and swollen. I got down and gave them each a kiss on the cheek. Then I knew the last few things I'd need. I quickly got up and ran to my bookcase. I grabbed my photobook, which had pictures of my parents and I. Then I grabbed a few of my favorite books, my blankie and my favorite stuffed animals. I opened the suitcase again and places them there. Surprisingly, the case wasn't that heavy. I closed it back up and gathered it by the handle, and walked to the hall. Looking back only to blow a kiss to my parents bodies. Then I walked slowly down the stairs to the phone and grabbed the house phone. I dialed nine-one-one and gave then the information needed then I quickly grabbed my mother and fathers mobile phones, placed them in my pocket, and headed out the door. I walked to the side walk and turned one last time to look at my house. The murder house of my parents and at one point, me. I let out a deep sigh, then continued walking to my aunt Lisa's house. Suddenly, everything about watching my parents die came rushing at me. Replaying over and over in my head. Lights and flashes then my father lying dead, trying to protect me and mom. Then more lights and flashes and my mom dead, trying to protect me. From an evil, heartless, souless...

*Beep! Beep! Beep!*

Huh? I gasped, waking up from my nightmare. I was covered in sweat and tears as I realized I'd been crying. I turned my alarm off and layed back down. 8 AM, I sighed. Today was the family reunion. I didn't want to go. But I'm only eleven, so I don't have much of a choice. The day was aleady starting badly by the nightmare of my past, so I knew this wasn't going to be the best day. I hated my family. Most of them anyways. But I didn't know why. It just seemed like everytime I was around my grandparents or my mom's two other sisters, they treated me like dirt. Aunt Lisa was the only one I liked. Even my cousins were a pain. But I knew I had to be on my best behavior. So I got out of bed and took a shower, got dressed in my best pink dress and white dress shoes. Then I attempted to use a concealer in my skin tone, to cover up a huge birthmark looking thing I've had since the day the stranger killed my parents. I'm guessing its like a scar from the way he killed me. I still don't know how he did it. But it wasn't like an actual scar. It was a faded color that I couldn't determine. It was a pattern type thing that was on my face and arms. It was annying. It seems like everyone only focuses on it. They think I'm a weird freak with it so I don't have any friends. I just don't belong..

"Evi!", Aunt Lisa called. "Time for breakfast!" . I looked once more in the mirror then headed downstairs. It was going to be a long day...

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Ok I know it probably got really boring or it ripped off Harry Potters parents scene. Don't kill me over it. Some of the stuff is going to be the same in the begining. And keep in mind I make this stuff up off the top of my head. I hoped you guys enjoyed this first chapter!