HARRY POTTER LEGENDS--BOOK 1: THE CHAMBER'S SECRETS---
Charity Andromeda couldn't be less happy about her family. She lives in a small room that's twice as small as her cousins rooms. She leads a sort of normal life. School. No friends. Treated like vermin. Then again, Charity couldn't care less.
And then she gets a letter inviting her to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Once there, Charity will become friends with Lukas Kwiaki, and Martin Jones. The three of them will become best friends, and find that trouble isn't far behind them. But when a close call with a prank brings the threesome to a broken girl's bathroom/dormitory, Charity, Lukas, and Martin are split up.
And Charity opens the Chamber of Secrets.
With the opposing threat of a new basilisk on the loose, and the snotty boy, James Potter and Charity pared together for a school assignment, things start to get out of hand.
Especially, when deep within the Chamber, Charity and James find a Time-Turner that can bring them to the day He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name dies.
CHAPTER 1 (PLUS A/N)
The hair wouldn't move into place.
Charity Andromeda shoved uselessly at her choppy brown hair, trying desperately to get it into the headband. Giving up, she let the long bangs flap in her face. Charity blew them off. Maneuvering around her tiny compacted room, she pushed the door open, only to get it rudely shoved into her face.
"We're going to the museum!" A voice shouted, and Charity groaned, flopping on the bed. Sighing, she pulled herself up and pushed the slanted door open. Peeking out, she made sure that no one was there and headed down the steps to the kitchen. Her foster mom, Loretta Lynn was there along with her twin daughters: Patsy and Peggy Lynn. Charity was homeless and had to go to the orphanage. Charity was older than the twins, at age 11. See, Loretta was lonely because she didn't have any of her own kids, so she got Charity.
And then Patsy and Peggy came.
She loved them more than Charity and so that's why Charity hated her. Of course, Charity never called her mom, so she called her 'aunt'. Patsy and Peggy stood straight for their mother as she hugged them, and pampered them with love.
Charity slithered to the living room, sinking into the couch. She needed that rest for the next 12 hours that they would be spending at the Museum. Nobody knew why, but Charity just hated the museum. The museum was dusty and dirty in her opinion. She liked the zoo much better.
"Time to go!" her uncle called and Charity forced herself up, walking outside. She crawled into the back and rested peacefully.
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Taking her cue to get up, Charity woke at the exact moment her family had left the car. She crawled out of the back and pushed the car door open. She jumped out and kicked a stone. Shoving her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt, she made her way over to the Museum. The museum had tall marble pillars that seemed to rise up to the sky. Charity made a face as she ascended the steps.
Suddenly, images flew into her mind. A boy with a stick, a silver stag jumping out of the tip. A boy riding the back of a large beast. The same boy riding a skeleton-like black horse. And then the boy holding out the stick again, this time a man facing him. Red light was pouring out of the boys and green pouring out of the man's.
"Avada Kedavra!" a voice screamed and faded. Charity saw a badger. A raven. A snake. And a lion. The lion burned brighter in her mind and she gripped a pole at the intensity of the image. Charity let out a lung-full gasp, wheezing. People glanced over, but didn't mention anything.
