Letters to Hogwarts (Pt.2)
Letters To Hogwarts
I've been going through a fan-fic stage, so I've decided, why not, I'm going to post one of them here. Here's Letters To Hogwarts.
He reached Lily's house and knocked on the door, hoping that her older sister Petunia wouldn't be home. He disliked the older girl. She was blonde and seemed to disapprove of magic.
Still, he had been able to control a few of his abilities and had told Lily all he knew of the wizarding world. Usually, he and Lily spent time whenever his parents were arguing. Of course, this was all the time, so Severus got out of the house whenever he could. He hated the house and his parents. The sooner he could get to Hogwarts, the better.
The door opened and to his delight, it was Lily who answered. She had her red hair back in a ponytail and she opened the door. “Hi, Sev!”
“Hi, Lily,” he said. She let him in and said “Parents arguing again?”
“Tuney? She had to go out with Dad. Mum's still here, though. Mum!” Lily called.
“Yes, Lily?” A woman called.
“Severus is here!” She called.
They walked past Petunia's room and Severus stopped.
“What's wrong?” Lily asked. Severus walked into her sister's room and Lily hissed “Sev! What are you doing?”
“There's a letter here,” he said, frowning. “It has the Hogwarts crest.”
“Who?” Lily asked. Severus sighed impatiently and said “Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore. He's Headmaster at Hogwarts. It looks like your sister wants to go to Hogwarts too.”
Lily took the letter and said “Oh, he's so nice! Poor Tuney. I wish she could come too.”
They talked for hours until Petunia and Lily's dad came back. Before Petunia could come in, however, Severus stood and said “I should go.”
A Knife in the Dark (REDO)
I'm going back and giving A Knife in the Dark a plot. Think of the chapters as short parts.
A Knife in the Dark
Chapter I, Sean
Two of a Kind
I am sitting on my bed. It is a cold winter night. My name is Sean. No one can understand what's happening to me. I get these headaches, I am having one right now. The sharp pain starts at the back of my neck, and goes to both sides of my head. Small flashes of light start to come from my eyes. My body freezes, as if a plug has been pulled from my mind. The pain increases, and I pass out.
I wake up on my bed, with a cup of milk on the bedside table. I reach out for the glass, I feel like I haven't drank anything in days. But before I can grab it, a hand pushes it away.
"No, you can't have some. Thanks for asking." My older sister says.
"Lucy, please." I say. She rolls her eyes.
"Fine." She gives me the glass, but I almost drop it. Lucy grabs it right before it hits the ground.
"Not surprised. You were out for weeks. I'll get you something better for your throat." Until Lucy said something, I didn't realize that my throat hurt.
"Thanks." I choke. Lucy smiles, then leaves with the milk. Lucy is only older by a year, sometimes it's like we're twins. We look the same. People even think we are.
Lucy comes back with some water. A glass for me, and a glass for herself.
"How bad was it this time?" She asked handing me the water.
"Bad. I don't know how to describe it." I say holding the glass tightly. I take a sip, it helps a little. My head starts to spin.
"Lu-" I start, but I can't finish.