My Patronuses Keeper.

chapter three. a wand with four souls.

told by Kenzie

I loosened my grip on the shopkeepers wrist, which seemed to be throbbing and was red around where the dark mark has been placed, indicating that it is fairly new. "Y-yes. They did this to me." said the shop keeper, practically crying at this point. The dark mark, as most know, was a tattoo like mark placed on someone's left wrist by the followers of Voldemort, to indicate that they were, 'of the same people' if you will. I let go of the shopkeepers wrist and he immediately snaps it back to rub his throbbing arm. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking, what were they looking for?" I ask looking around the strangely orderly and tidy shop. "A wand with four souls." the shopkeeper replied. I immediately became dizzy. How could this be happening? I never told anyone what happened, they left me there before it occurred. Were they hiding? are they out to get me?? All these questions spinning around my head like a carousel gone rouge. I had to get out of here, get some air! Bursting out of Ollivanders I run too a nearby port-key as fast as humanly possible. "Kenzie!!! Wait!!" I heard Deanna in the distance but I couldn't stop. I kept running and running until I got to a port-key in the shape of an umbrella. a port-key made for one. I look around to see if anyone was following me. Deanna was a good seven meters away. without a second chance, the umbrella opens and starts spinning. round and round and round I go, all I can hear is my unsuspecting scream. then suddenly, complete silence. no more spinning, no more chaos. just silence. as I come to my senses I realize I am laying on my side on a cold and gray sidewalk. I get up to see four child size, and two extremely tiny handprints embedded in the cement of the side walk. I know these prints... the closer I walk towards them, I notice small but awkward letters painted into the cement. beside the four child size prints are the words; "Kenzie and Karson" with a unnaturally glad looking smiley beside it. and on the tiny prints is the name "Finny" I crouch down and stroke the prints, then everything, all at once, comes flooding back to me.