Our Deathly Love

I do not know Harry Potter! In fact that is insulting!

I self-consciously touched my neck feeling the small line that had been scarred from the mirror. It was little more than a white line, which did not really show up against my skin, but I knew exactly where it was, exactly how long it is, and exactly how long it took to stop the bleeding.

That was the only thing besides my memories that was left from that night. Although I am scared of that night more then anything I can't help the feeling of loving it as well. I learned many things that night that shaped me to be who I am now. I found out where I belong in the witch community: I was a Necromancer; I could control ghosts as well as help them move on, ghost are like people. Totally not what people make them out to be as, white sheet-like creatures. They can eat, they can sleep, and can do any thing humans can. What makes them so different is that they do not age. Well, until you help them work out their problems that is. Once that is worked out they can age as they please or just move on to be a passer-on. My father is a passer-on. Passer-ons are not ghosts. They may act like ghosts but they aren't; they live in a different reality, what most call heaven, or hell if their lives were lead badly. The only way to call a passer-on is to draw the blood of a necromancer, which explains why my father was able to come out and help. Because of my blood that was being spilt by the vampire, I got to see my father a last time. See, although it may sound great to just keep passer-ons out all the time, it's not. The longer the passer-on is out, the weaker the necromancer becomes. Many great witches have died because of their own foolishness, or selfishness.

The other thing I learned that night that has served me well in the last seven years was not to trust anyone. That no one is really your friend, that the only person I can trust is myself. So I know as I clutch my bags and get out of my mother's old car that this trip, this school won't be as easy or happy as my mother and Pandora make it out to be; it might as well be hell.

I clutch my bag tightly as I get on the bus. I notice right away there are 15 students already on the bus. The bus was property of the schools. This bus was one of the seven or ten, I don't remember which, sent out to collect students. It was a mix between one of those crappy bright yellow school buses and a Greyhound. It had an underhand storage compartment for are trunks yet was big, yellow, and had those crappy cracked leather bench seats that are freezing in the winter and like now smelting in the summer.

I picked a seat in the middle of the bus although some people tried to wave me over. I blatantly ignored them. As I sat down in my seat, I scooted over to the window on the smooth seats, ignoring that stupid red line that politely tells you to keep the window over its bright red Sharpie-made mark. I made sure to pull it all the way down, smirking at the mark as if to say, Make me. childish I know but still equally gratifying.

The sunlight streamed in the bus, its hot, dry, yellow rays drenched the bus in light. I heard a few hisses from the back of the bus. The hisses explained why the window was tented.

"Stupid vamps," I muttered bitterly to myself, ignoring them. I took off my extra shirt leaving my purple panda undershirt the only thing to protect my arms. I wanted to soke up as much of the sunlight as I could so I laid down in the seat crossing my legs and laying them out in the isle. My flair jeans shaped me perfectly; I had on a pair of canvas sneakers, my favorite pair tied tightly on my feet. My hair was left curling in my face, tickling my chicks with their long curls. I turned my iPod on, sighing as I did. So knowing it was going to be a very long day, four hours on the bus, going to different airports and bus stops picking up the brats that would be my classmates, then an hour long drive to the castle. Yes, you heard me right: castle. Okay, I'm a witch and I'm going to a castle but no I DO NOT KNOW HARRY POTTER!! Plus, face it: I would so own Harry Potter. Hello I can control and summon legions of the undead! Avada Cadabra that!