3rd Person POV:
"C'mon Eurus! The sooner we buy our books, the sooner dad'll take us to the quidditch store!" The young boy with a mop of unruly black hair called out to his twin, running eagerly into the bookstore for the first, and most certainly the last, time in his life. Elisabeth Eurus Potter rushed after her twin and, as she ran into the bookstore, a young boy with quite a bit of scars ran out. They collided with each other, the young girl flying a few centimetres back from the momentum, landing with a loud thud, unmoving. The young boy was frozen, staring at the girl not knowing what to do.
"Remus? I heard a thud, are you alright-?" The sandy-brown haired boy's mother came to a halt next to her son, catching sight of the pale girl on the floor. In a fluid motion, she had knelt down beside the girl, checking her pulse.
"Go get your father." The woman instructed her son. Although the woman was not magical, she knew something had happened to the child. It did not take a genius to figure out that a small fall, even with that amount of force behind the fall, to be out cold.
AN: Sorry about the short chapters so far, they will get longer in the future.
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Elisabeth Eurus Holmes...Or was it Potter?
Fanfiction"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." A girl from a world of genius' to a world full of magic. Sister to the world's only consulting Detective, Elisabeth Eurus Holmes is simply in the wrong place at the wro...
