Return of The Death Eaters: a next-generation HP FF

✮Chapter 1✮

So, I'm writing a Harry Potter fanfic because I--surprisingly--haven't yet!! I hope it's good!

Dedicated to thewardrobeistheway for coming up with the name of Iris!!!!! Yay!!!!!! Thank you!!!!

ALL RIGHTS GO TO J. K. ROWLING. ANY EXCERPTS OF THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS, AND THE ENTIRE INSPIRATION OF THIS BOOK, BELONGS TO HER. AS DO ANY CHARACTERS YOU MIGHT RECOGNIZE.

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CHAPTER ONE

"Mam!" I yelled into her doorway. "Er-someone's here for you!"

"Okay, love! Tell him I'll be right there!" She replied. Why does mum always assume the people that come to our house are men? Ever since Dad disappeared, she's been a terrible flirt. Mam's one of those women (or girls) that think they're not complete without a man in their life. Me? Well, I'm only eleven. But still, boys are immature; They let you down when you need them, and they get in the way when you don't. Why bother? Mam and I have been fine without a Dad for two years. Why would we need one now?

So... What can I tell you about myself?

My name is Iris. What do I like... Harry Potter, OF COURSE!!!!! It's the BEST series EVER!!!!!! I finished the last book last year and I was soooo sad when it ended! I used to fantasize about getting a letter saying I was to go to Hogwarts; but I'm too old for such things now. Besides, I don't have time for fantasy. I'm busy enough as is.

Mam and me own a tea shop and I help her run it. We live in a tiny apartment above it, in Cardiff (which is in Wales). It's quite nice. And the rent's cheap, which is always good.

I have eyes that change a whole lot of different shades of blue, and mousy brown hair. It's halfway down my neck, cut so that the front is longer than the back, or sort of, because it's rather uneven. It's wavy. VERY wavy. Sometimes, I plait it in the front.

I also have elfish ears, a turned-up nose, and a small mouth. I'm average height, maybe a bit on the short side, and skinny.

I have no family except my mum, who's a little bit strange at times. My dad, as you know, left when I was nine. We haven't heard from him since.

Ever since he left, I've had to grow up quickly. Mam needed help with the shop, and he took most of the money with him, so we couldn't afford staff. The shop's busiest during the summer, when the tourists come and I can help out a bit more, since I don't have school, and we can stay open longer. But during the year, Mam has to do all the work herself, and when I come home I have to make dinner for myself and clean up afterwards.

Since we have a lot of work to do at the shop even after hours, I don't have much time to do my homework. Needless to say, my grades are failing.

I looked out the window. For once, Mam was right. It WAS a man outside. It was difficult to see him from my window, but I could tell he was tall. I squinted. By looking at his face, I could tell he was in his thirties. Mam was thirty-two. She'd had me at twenty-one, and she'd had to quit school in order for her to be able to take care of me. She-erm-well, let's say I was a bit of an accident. She's only known dad for a few months. He was much older than her; I don't think she'd quite realized how much. She was his third wife, apparently... who knows what happened to the others. I probably wasn't his only child, either.

I scowled. He was such a git. But I couldn't sit here on my bed, moping all day. I had things to do.

I got up and took off my Hello Kitty pyjamas, and pulled on my boring blue jeans and short-sleeved black shirt. I like black; it was one of my favourite colours. It didn't show dirt, it went with everything, and it complemented my pale skin. I walked down the hall to the kitchen, and made myself some muesli. It was slightly stale, and I didn't finish the bowl.