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Hi, my name is Hazel
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 | Broken Dreams (1-2) HP |
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 4.94 with 16 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-04-28 16:33:59 |
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This is from my old account. I'm going to be posting this story on this account.
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Lily
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Broke n Dreams
( 1 )
As I walked slowly, but surely down the long corridor, I thought of what had happened so far in my horrible, tradgic life.
I was 7 years old again. My mother's body lying dead on the ground near my bed. Kalab, my little brother, stranggled on his bed. His twin, Kevin, also stranggled but in the bathroom. My father, blood flowing from his mouth which gaped open, for now and ever more. And then my baby sister, who was only 4, dead in her brand new big girl bed. And then there was me, crying, sitting on my front porch, already had given up waving someone down to get help-- after trying the phone to call 9-1-1, but the signal kept dieing. There, sitting and crying, was an 7 year old little girl who lost everything and everyone she had loved. All because I was meant to be successor of some guy who called himself 'Lord Voldemort' or something or other.
I didn't know what to do. They had just barged in, knocking down the door. So I did what every scared person did. I hid. But that didn't stop them from killing everyone. Every single one of them. Some used the killing spell, one stranggled, and few just watched as they writhered in pain 'til they begged for death. But Voildemort himself took care of my mother. For she was the strongest of the family, she would've standed there all day if she ahd to. But she didn't have the chance. Without her wand, she was defenceless. Which meant certian death.
A single tear fell down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. That was 7 years ago. Now, as I walk along Hogwart's cold, long corridors, I realise how worse my life could be. I could be living with an abusive mother, or father. I could be homeless on the streets. I could be living in an orpahanage.
But no. None of thses things happened to me. The reason for that is, when they found my family's body's, my friend, Hailey Janes mother took me in. And although I already knew I was a witch, and all about Hogwarts, I kept it to myself. I didn't want Hailey's mom to throw me out like I was some kind of diease. No, I kept my mouth shut. And for a long time, nobody knew.
Not until the letter came. The letter in which told me that I was indeed going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardy. As was Hailey, and that just confussed me. She didn't look like the kind of girl who would be a witch. But, then again, neither did I.
And after all these years, they've still taken me in every holiday and every summer break. Even tho me and Hailey are in two different houses-- me in Hufflepuff and her in Ravenclaw. We had different friends, different styles, and yet we were almost exactly alike.
As if we were like twins. Except for the part where she has brown hair and I have blond.
( 2 )
And this was were I belonged. Hogwarts. It was everything I needed. I had friends, people who love me, and that's all I really needed. Except for food, water, and Quidditch. Quidditch. I love the game. Whoever made it was just amazing. I mean, REALLY. Anyway, I play Chaser for the Hufflepuff team. I'm one of the fastest, on one of the fastest brooms made. A Firebolt. Yesh, I know, jealous.
My flat black shoes made the only noise throughout, what it seemed, the whole school. I could hear tiny drops of water falling, falling into the ebiss. All was calm. It was peaceful. Quiet. Nice.
And you may ask, why was I, Hazel O' Dollad, out so late at night? And where did I go? In the most simplest form possible, here's my answer. Ron. Weasley.
The tall, hott, red-headed boy in Gryffindor. Who also happened to be in my year. A cowinkidink, I think not. Ron was sweet, nice, and funny. He was always nice to me, even though I was a Hufflepuff. He's my best friend, other than Hailey. Though, almost everything he did seemed not to please one person.
Hermione Granger. The most annoying, human resource book I've ever had the displeasure to meet. She, in my opinon, sucks up to the teachers, is ALWAYS getting good grades, and never misses a beat with any homework. It's like she's a complete robot!
Anyway, Ron and I always sneek away on Sunday night's to talk about what's been happening, who do I hate this week, and who's mad at who. And then, after we've talked for about two hours, we sit there in silence and stare at the stars. The beautiful shining stars. That somehow speak to us. Telling us what we sould do, and what we needed to help. It all seemed pretty ridiculious to me until I actually heard one word. One little measly word.
'Love' |
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