Good or Evil, Which One Should I Fight For? (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

The Beginning of the End

HEY GUYS! So, I wanted you guys to see how each character would look like, so here are their links (I wont put links in for the obvious ones/ easily google-able ones)

---Genevieve Lily Brookes (just with emerald green eyes and "dark copper" colored hair [i tried my best to make it look like I described]): http://i40.tinypic.com/wbv43b.jpg

(Stats: Turned 14 years old (BDAY: January 9th), ENTERING YEAR FOUR (With Harry, Hermione, Ron, etc.. ), eidetic memory, can read very quickly, has a high IQ, troublemaker, nice, sneaky)

----James Brookes:

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clNbGmsAsFY/TSMPL5qv1rI/AAAAAAAAAPE/mXi_SBpvnmA/s1600/ryan-gosling-gq-2-12142010-01-820x1087.jpg

(Stats: 29 years old, mean, abusive, graduated the College of Rhode Island, is a Biology teacher)

----Setting: It's June. Obviously it's summer. (The timespan however, has changed from the original HP series. I wanted my fanfic not to take place in the 1980's-90's, but in 2012. Yeah, confusing. I'm just doing this so technology is more advanced. Make everything more relatable. But, that still means Harry, Hermione, Ron, basically everyone in the year Harry Potter is in (including Genevieve) are attending year four. They're 14. :D) (It's the Golden Trio Era, only y'know, 2012-ified.)

I DO NOT OWN THE HP SERIES, OR THE CHARACTERS THAT WERE ORIGINALLY IN THE HP BOOKS. ALSO, I SADLY WILL NEVER WRITE AS GOOD AS J.K. ROWLING, SO PLEASE DONT THROW VIRTUAL TOMATOES AT ME FOR MY HORRIBLE GRAMMAR AND SUCKY-NESS. THANKS(:

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"Genevieve! GENEVIEVE!"

I faintly heard my adoptive father James yell and grunt as he ran up the stairs. He was muscular, very tall, and in his late 20's. He was, in one word, abusive... and that's an understatement.

He snickered as he got closer to the door, my heart beating faster, my eyes widening with fear. I quickly sat up straight. Oh boy, was I in trouble now...

He kicked my door open, ran to me and pulled me by my hair.

"HOW DARE YOU NOT ANSWER ME WHEN I AM IN NEED!" He pushed me across the room, then came up and kicked me in the stomach.

"JAMES! STOP!" I screamed to the top of my lungs.

"I never should have adopted you, you are a complete waste of energy!" He kept kicking me and throwing me around like I was a soccer ball. I was shrieking and crying histerically from the pain, and my salty tears did not give him an ounce of remorse.

"Please James, just give me another chance! I didn't hear you that well, I'm sorry! NO!" He grabbed the baseball bat and smirked. I stopped breathing and watched the bat.

"If you don't hear me one more time, you best believe this here bat, will come flying to your disgusting face."

He spat in my direction and took the baseball bat with him.

Once he slammed the door shut, I exhaled with relief, trying to stop my cries. It wasn't as bad as this morning's beating, thank God.

I limped to my bed and sat down, examining the damage. A couple fresh bruises that would look awful tomorrow, a scrape on the knee, and my head was starting to bleed... it wasn't that deep of a cut. I sighed and got some tissues and blotted the blood, but it was no use. It just kept gushing out, like always.

I wiped the tears off my cheek, and went to my window. I watched children play, teens starting to make bonfires down by the beach, and college students talking on their phones, saying 'I love you's' and 'See you soon's' either to their significant other or to their parents. How I wished someone would save me from this hell... where was my Romeo? My knight in shining armor? Where were the social services when you needed them? And where were our neighbors? They should have heard my screams, after all this time.

I looked down and closed my eyes, coming to the sad realization that no one really cared about me. My parents didn't care, the orphanage didn't care, not even my own adoptive father.

Holy crap...

I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner.