Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Crazy Christmas

It was Christmas Day and I had just finished opening my presents. I had gotten another knitted 'T' jumper from Mrs Weasley, but instead of a blue-green colour, it was red. From Hermione I received a pair of Muggle brand shoes while Harry got me a necklace. I had only gone out once since being at the order and that was to a Muggle shopping centre where Hermione help pick and pay for my presents for everyone else. I gave Hermione a watch.

Dad out did everyone and gave me the best present. It was a photo graph in a frame. The photo had white lines through it, as if it had been folded and stashed away, only to have it unfolded again over and over. The photo was of my Dad and Mum holding me as a baby. I was smiling up at Mum who was beautiful.

She had light brown hair, and blue eyes. When she smiled, a single dimple showed on her right cheek. Her hair was wavy and hung around her shoulders.

As I sit and look at the photograph of my real family, Hermione comes into our room.

"I was wondering where you'd gotten to," she says placing her presents on the end of her bed.

"I wish I had been old enough to remember my Mum. I try to think back to when I was young, but Bellatrix is the only person I really remember," I say and sit the frame back on my bedside table. Hermione doesn't say anything but instead sits next to me. "Do you think she cares I'm gone? Bellatrix. Do you think she looked for me? Worried?"

"I think she would have looked for you, but in the end, she never really loved you I guess, because you weren't her own. So she may have considered it a lost cause."

I think about this and nod.

"So do you think it's safe for me to go see Logan? I won't mention the Order or where I'm staying. I just want to see him. It's Christmas, and I miss him."

Hermione contemplates it, not looking completely encouraged by the idea.

"Lets go talk to Mrs Weasley."

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After a very long talk it was settled I could go see Logan. I was going to be disapperated there and back by Mrs Weasley herself just so she could be sure I was okay. I don't see why they were all worried, he is my boyfriend.

I get changed into something nicer then my lounging around clothes and start to head down stairs, as I'm waiting by the front door, Fred approaches.

"Where are you going?" He asks smiling and and roll my eyes.

"To see Logan," I say and his smile disappears.

"Trista..." he starts but I hold my hand up.

"I don't need another lecture Fred," I warn before he can even start.

"I'm just worried about you, that's all," he says and I almost forget I'm angry at him.

"Well you shouldn't be, I'll see you later," I dismiss and he goes back upstairs. Molly buttons up her coat and we walk outside. We walk down the road and take a right, enter a deserted park and, checking that no one is around, disapperate.

"I'll see you in a bit," I say to Molly and see smiles and disappears from thin air.

I walk to the door of Logan's house, it was in a Muggle neighbourhood. There was house after house, stretching as far as I could see down the road. Barely any room between each side. I knock twice and man opens the door. I smile at him but he glares.

"Hi, I'm Trista, is Logan home?" I ask as he continues to stare. I give him a confused look. "Logan Clarke?" I ask and the man shakes his head.

"He left two weeks ago. Goodbye," the man said and closes the door. I sigh and knock again. He doesn't open the door. I knock louder this time and he opens the door, frustration flashes across his face.

"Do you know where he moved to?" I ask the man looks over his shoulder. I try to look inside but he steps in front of me to block my view. "Well?"

"He's just gone, okay!" The man yells taking me by surprise. I step back, afraid that as he slams the door shut it will swing through the frame and hit me.

I start to walk away, not sure what to do for two hours before Molly comes back to pick me up. As I am just about to step onto the footpath, I hear someone whisper my name.

"Trista!" The voice says coming from the direction of the house. I snap my head around, trying to pin point where the voice came from. A small whistle makes me lift my head to the top of the tree.

"Who is that?" I ask and Chase, Logan's brother jumps out the tree. I had only spoken to Chase a few times over the years. "But if you're here, why isn't Logan?"

"Logan's gone," he says walking towards me.

"What? Why?" I ask knitting my eyebrows together.

"He ran away."

"Why though?" I press, not understanding the situation.

"He said he had duties to do and that he isn't coming home ever again, all a bit weird if you ask me."

"He didn't say where he was going? Why would he just leave? Why did you let him go?" The questions came out like word vomit.

"I tried to, trust me, but then he did something..."

"What?" I ask, wanting any little details that could help me find him.

"He killed our neighbour..."

"He did WHAT?" I yell. Chase looks at me scared.

"She was spying on us over the fence like always...we know she suspects something. But as I tried to stop him from leaving he fired a spell at me which she saw and instead of just reporting it...well he did what he did."

"I can't believe this," I say, finding it difficult to breath. "I need to find him."

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Authors Note

I'm finished school for the year! I'm so happy because now I have time to write! I know this had taken a while but I've been thinking about how the book is going to end and stuff.

*Fact #21*

I watched HBP and DH part 1 today on my first day of holidays!

Thanks for the reads and votes!

Erin x
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