The Girl Who Lived

More Death

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Nothing! There's absolutely nothing! Somehow, I've lost my elemental powers! I start to freak out. Okay, calm down. I said I didn't have it for months. So that probably means more than 2 months, right? It also probably means more than 3 months. It's the middle of February now. That means...that probably takes place sometime in June. That's 4 months from now. I have 4 months before I get tortured by Bellatrix (whoever that is), mystery guy, mystery woman, and that black-haired man. "Damn it," I yell, kicking a rock. Where is Dumbledore when you actually need him? This is all so insane. What was that? Was it a vision? I mentally curse at myself. Of course, it wasn't a vision. Visions don't feel that...real. Plus, I'm no seer. I may not be as bad at Divination as Hermione is, but I'm not good at it either. I'm no Harry Potter. Haha. That's a little inside joke we have. It drives him nuts, but...shut up! I should be focused. I am focused. Just on the wrong thing. Oh my God! Can I just shut the fuck up! Ugh! This is no use! I sulk in the forest for a while.

(time skip)

I grudgingly walk to dinner tonight. I sit away from my friends today. I have way too much on my brain. An owl flies to me and drops a letter. Did my Uncle actually write back? I drink a glass of water and open the letter.

Dear Miss Danvers,

We are terribly sorry to inform you that your Uncle, Aunt, and cousin have passed away three weeks ago. We do apologize for the late response. They have left you everything

The Ministry. 

I drop my glass and my jaw drops. People look over. This can't be true...they're dead? Oh shit. I realize my leg's bleeding from the glass. This can't be happening. This isn't a coincidence. Not my cousin. I didn't like her much, but I didn't want her dead! "Kira, what happened?" There are suddenly a whole bunch of people by me. My friends. "My Uncle, Aunt, and Cousin. They're all dead. All of them," I say. I break through them and run away. This can't be happening. I grab a broomstick and get out of here. This isn't happening. No. This is all fake. It's not real. I fly to my cousin's house. There's a whole lot of police here. I made sure to change into muggle clothing. I run to the entrance of the house. It has that "Do not enter" tape around it. "Excuse me? Sir! Could I please enter? This is my Uncle's house! Well...technically it mines now, but...please!" He looks uncertainly at his colleagues. "Sure." He lifts it and I bend over. I run crazy around the place. "Hey! You! Where did it happen? Where were they found?" I beckon to an FBI agent. He points as to where. I know he's wondering why I'm in here, but they're too busy to ask. They were murdered in the living room. Their bodies are long gone, obviously. I observe the scene. There is one thing that catches my eye. It's a necklace. I observe it carefully. It has a snake on it. Slytherin. I carefully put it in my pocket. They get me to fill in some paperwork and all, and then, I leave back to Hogwarts.

(time skip)

"WHO DOES THIS BELONG TO?!"I yell, pinning Draco Malfoy to the wall. I'm angry. I didn't like them much, but whoever this belonged to murdered my only remaining family. "What the fuck, Kira?"

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION. ANSWER IT, OR SO HELP ME, I WILL HURT YOU!" He takes the necklace from my hands. He frowns at it. I hit him against the wall again. "Ow! Stop that! How did you get it? It's my Aunt Bella's!" 

"Any chance her full name's Bellatrix?" I ask in a dangerous tone. He nods. He's afraid. I let him go. He's not worth it. "Mind giving me an explanation??" 

"No. You don't deserve one, Malfoy." His Aunt killed mines. I observe the necklace all night. My dormmates don't say anything to me. They can sense I need some space. I will get my revenge. None of this is a coincidence. None of it! I know it. Dumbledore's hiding something. Something important. This all connects. My parents' sudden death; my Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin's mysterious death. I swallow a cry. Nicole was so fucking young! Why her? She was snobby, and a bitch, and racist, and homophobic, and more, but still. She was so young. And, she was only like that because of her parents. She was so mean to me, but I didn't want her dead. But, why do they want me? Right. My powers. I need them back. As if I'm not already stressed out. I have this whole other mystery. Actually, no. It's all one puzzle. I just need to figure out where and how the pieces fit all in together. It's safe to assume that I didn't receive much sleep that night.