User blog:.Jackelo/The Beating Hearts

This is a story I wrote a while back. It's also on the Harry Potter Fanfic Wiki, and my DA.

Chapter 1
"Nolfavrell! Guess what?"

I sigh, and drag myself out of bed to the racous call of my brother, Glaedr. He annoyed me.

"What!" I growl, flicking some loose red-brown hair out of my eyes.

"You have to come heeereeee~" he said in a rather merry sing-songy voice. For a seventeen year old, he was quite childish.

I sigh, for the umpteenth time in my short eleven years, and go out to where my blonde, tan and supposedly handsome brother was grasping in his stubby fingers....

A Hogwarts letter. Adressed to....me!

"Give me that!" I shout happily, and try to snatch it from Glaedr's hand. Glaedr just exends himself to his full height, all 5' 6 of it. Me, standing at around that height, have to resort to jumping for it.

"Now now Glaedr, did he do that when your letter got here?" Good old mom.

"Well Mom, he was only 6 when I got mine." he said, smirking. I hated him right now.

Gritting my teeth, I glare up at him. "Just give me the letter Glaedr."

He smirked. "Now what's the baby gonna do about it?"

As I raise my fist, a sucking, dreary cold infiltrated the room. Mom and Dad look around fearfully. Glaedr even looks less confident. A smile plays on my face, but it is there for less than a second as the cold intensifies, leaving me filled with nothing but dispair. I can't help crying out, and both Mom and Dad have their wands out, my brother too. Mom looks at me fearfully, and opens her mouth.

She is cut off by a-no two large, hooded figures, cloaked all in black, with no faces. Mom grabs my hand and throws me out of the room. She's screaming now. The first figure grabs her, and takes his hood off.

I look away, tears filling my eyes as Mom screams. When I look back, she is on the ground, as lifeless as the ground underneath her, but she is still breathing. The dispair is enitre now, I can feel no joy.

Dad's next, and I force myself to look. As the hooded, black figure takes off his hood, I see a mauled, blacked face, with two, pus-filled, almost pink-gray lips press themselves against Dad's. A smoke-like substance emerges from his mouth, along with a scream. The hooded figure lets go after the smoky-stuff is gone. Glaedr looks around in fear, sweat plastering his platinum-blonde hair to his face.

I force myself to look away as Glaedr screams.

"Expecto Patronum!"

I look up as I see a silver stag ambling towards the hooded figures, along with some sort of dog. The figures flee, and I see my brother, still screaming, on the floor, eyes wide with shock. My parents are still and lifeless, nothing being shown in their dead eyes. I see the two wizards who cast the spell. One is a balding, black haired man with round glasses and a lightning scar on his head.

Harry Potter!

The other, is a much taller, red-haired wizard with a spattering of freckles. They both look around, and the red haired man goes over to Mom, Dad and Glaedr. Harry Potter looks around, and he sees me.

"Ron! Someone's still alive over here!" he shouts to the red-haired man, and walks quickly over to me.

Quietly Harry examines me, looking at my eyes, checking my pulse, and other stuff. I zoned out, and the only thing that brought me back was the red-haired man lifting me up, and whispering to me soothingly.

"It's 'gonna be alright, little one." he murmured, ruffling my hair. I looked away. Nothing was ever going to be right again.