Heirs to Something Greater

1; Starting Over

This first chapter is pretty similar to Juliet's POV, so just a heads up with that! I'm very excited to be starting this book with you and I hope you all enjoy it!

Happy Reading :)

Flashes of green and red spells shot all over my living room. Pictures were falling off the walls and small items were falling to the ground and breaking. Feathers from the couch pillows floated all around me as I hid behind the kitchen counter as my only form of protection besides my wand in my hand that I had barely used. What had started as a family dinner soon turned into a battle when people in black robes and masks showed up and broke down our front door. My parents were huddled around me, throwing spells back to defend ourselves. My mother had managed to run across the kitchen and hide herself behind the wall that divided our eating area to the living room that held our only escape. The fireplace.

My mother had started for the fireplace that was hidden away from the spells of the masked intruders. "Terrance you have to get over here!" Without hesitation my father yelled out a spell that made a loud explosion and grabbed my arm, pushing me in front of him towards my mother. Brown powder was shoved into my sweaty hand that wasn't holding my wand and my mother yelled "Bloom Residence" loud enough for our destination to be the right place, but not for our enemies to hear where we were going. With a swift throw of the floo powder towards the floor, green flames encased us and we popped out at another brick fireplace in the Bloom's home.

"Charles, bring your wand. Quickly! Merlin, what happened to you?" I recognized the voice immediately as Mrs. Bloom. I had known her my whole life and she easily filled the place of a second mother in my life. My parents and I stepped out from under the chimney and stumbled into their living room. I had only been in the Bloom's home a few times in my whole life, mainly because we always just came to my house or went out somewhere else.

"Death eaters." My father's exhausted voice rang out around the room and he stumbled forward grabbing the edge of the brown couch. That's when I saw the blood trickling down his arm. My mother ran into the kitchen and grabbed the closest washcloth and ran it under the sink for half a second. She ran back to my father and started applying the wet cloth to his now red arm. Blood was also now dripping off of his forehead and onto the ground.

I looked around for Juliet. The first time I had taken my eyes off of my bleeding father. I saw her standing on one of the bottom stairs and ran at her to embrace her in a hug. "Thank Merlin" she muttered into my neck as the smell of coconut from her hair products reached my nose. I pulled my face out of her orange curls and smiled at her lightly while sighing after what felt like a few minutes of hugging.

"Juliet! Go close the curtains, we don't need to deal with the police as well." I had forgotten that the Bloom house was on the corner of a common street and was always super busy with muggles walking their dogs and driving by in their cars. I rushed over to the windows with Juliet to push the curtains together. Once all the curtains were closed and the house had a darker appearance to it, Juliet pulled out her wand and flicked it towards the front door to lock it. Mr. Bloom then rushed towards my still bleeding father and started muttering a spell quietly and I watched in awe as the red fluids started to move back into his body.

Within less than a minute, all the blood was gone and there was no sign of any damage in the first place. Everyone was relieved to see that my father would be okay. "I didn't think I'd ever have to hear that spell from Charlie again, just like that one quidditch match, aye mate? I still think that was on purpose."

Mr. Bloom let out a low chuckle, "I'm glad you're back to yourself Terry. And I called it, that you were never going to drop that game I mean. You do realize it's been twenty years right?"