Flaming Truths [#3]

Chapter One

This is the 3rd installment to my HP fan fiction series, The Golden Emerald. So if you haven't read the Golden Emerald or Icy Moon you might be a little lost. This story will follow the Goblet of Fire. I honestly can't tell you how long this will be. I have a feeling this one will be longer than the other two...so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I wish I was the owner of Harry Potter, but I'm not! JK Rowling is, and any of this wonderful material you recognize is surely hers.

Chapter 1: Reunited

Hi Jake,

I'm not going to be able to go to the Quidditch World Cup with you guys, but I'll see you guys there! I have to explain later. Ugh, some ones coming, sorry for the short reply, see you there. Bye!

x Carlie

           

I quickly tied the letter to Mia's leg and shooed her out the window and just as I did the door flew open. My fourteen year old sister Elvira stepped into the room. Her jet black hair was tied up into a tight bun on the top of her head as she held the same usual sneer. "Mother says to hurry and pack if you want to come," she glared her ice blue eyes at me and muttered. "I don't see why you even deserve to come, after your little escape last year." She gave me a scowl. "Plus, you'll probably do something to embarrass us." I glared my dark eyes at her as she continued. "We're leaving at six am whether you're ready or not." Without even waiting for a response she left my room slamming the door.

           

At the end of last school year, Silvius picked me up and went to Diagon Alley for a few hours. I actually thought I'd have a decent summer. Merlin was I stupid. Right when I got back, I was grounded for running away. I had to clean almost the entire house, and it was painful. I had to dust our library, even the house elves are capable of doing that. Our library comes close to the Hogwarts library in size. It took me almost the entire summer. Desmond, my father, has been acting suspicious ever since I've been back, he's been disappearing a lot and not returning for periods of time. Every time I asked where he was, my mother would scold me and tell me to keep to myself. Why did they hate me so much.

           

I was planning on going to the World Cup with the guys, but a friend of my father's invited us to join them. So, I really had no option but to go, I mean at least I was going. They weren't going to let me go with the guys anyways, so it saved me time on planning another escape. I knew from Harry, Hermione, and Ron's letters that they'd be arriving the day of the World Cup, so I'd be there a day earlier than them. Dasha and Eowyn would be arriving the same day as me. I just needed to find them to get a break from my family. At least Silvius would be going too. I didn't know anymore than that though, expect for the fact that it was Ireland versus Bulgaria. I finished packing my trunk. We'd be spending the weekend there. I blew out the candles and laid down onto my bed, quickly falling asleep.

I dressed quickly in a pair of skinny dark jeans tucked into my boots with a green Ireland jacket. Eowyn sent me the jacket along with a very threatening letter saying that if I didn't support Ireland, she would chop my head off. I laughed at the thought, although I really didn't want to test her. I grabbed my trunk and made my way down to the hall. "Merlin, what took you so long?" my mother scolded. "Hurry." I rolled my eyes as I walked over next to Silvius who smiled at me.