"Where are you going little pretty?"
"um actually I- um who are you?"
The hairy man chuckles and pushes Ella against a wall. "W-what are you doing." Ella stutters. The man laughs creepily he looks hungry. Ella doesn't know what to do so she screams.
Then everything freezes. Ella waves her hand in front of the hairy man. "H-hello?" He didn't move. Ella takes the opportunity to run and she ends up running into a shop. Her left forearm stings again.
When she walks in nothing is frozen anymore. Ella looks around the shop and she saw another creepy man. He made his way over to her and said "Hello can I interest you in any magical artifacts."
"Um actually I-uh don't really know where I am, can you help me?"
The man looks at her oddly. "Im Mr. Borgin, a pretty one like you shouldn't be wandering around knock turn alley."
"um o-ok"
"You look like someone who used to work here years ago, my best employee actually. His name was Tom Riddle."
As he said Tom Riddle her left forearm started to burn severely. Ella groaned in pain and Borgin looked shock.
Ella then fell on to her knees just as the front door opened. She tried to keep conscious but eventually her eyes started drooping and everything went black.
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Wow! What happened to Ella? Why does she keep on feeling pain in her left forearm? Who opened the door? Is everything really how it seems?
Stay updated to find out!!!!!
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Fanfiction{DISCONTINUED} A regular 15 year old girl named Ella "Wilson" who grew up with mysterious parents named Jane Wilson and Matthew Wilson. Ella knows nothing about the Wizarding world nor' does she know it exist as far as she know she is a regular per...
