Blackness

Chapter 1: Escape from "Torture" My name is Emily Black. My father, as you probably know from the news reports, is a wanted criminal. To prevent suspicions, I grew up as a normal kid in Liverpool, England. My Aunt Mildred, might have taken me in, but it was painfully obvious that she hated my brother, Alexzandyr and I. Always bickering about how my parents didn’t even love each other and that they should have never had kids. When I was 6, she sent Zandyr away to some foster home in America, he hasn't written or called since. I was never allowed to go places alone. She said it was about being worried that owls would attack me, or something like that. I knew she was nervous I'd get my letter from Hogwarts. It was clear that I had the powers of my parents and she was scared that if I went to that school I'd somehow get in contact with my dad and he'll kill her. Ha. I always found that funny. You see, my father was the best friend of James and Lily Potter. They went to school together, were at each other's weddings, etc. Best friends of that caliber don’t betray one another. I don't have exact proof but I think he was set up, because why would my father turn James and Lily in to He Who Must Not Be Named? It just doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. I lie on my hard, uncomfortable, so-called bed of mine night after night, staring at the white ceiling. Wondering what I had done to deserve this kind of life. I was a slave in my own house, treated like a house elf, only properly clothed. I was almost 13, not that I was counting days, but I had no friends or family to celebrate with. I was never really hip on the ideas of birthdays. One time my aunt gave me a dead gerbil to teach me birthdays are worthless, just another day in the year. I cried in my room for the rest of the day. But that's history. ~*~ "Are you in there causing trouble Emily?" I heard my aunt yell through my almost broken door. She bursts in every day, by pounding or kicking it open. It was about the rip off by the hinges. I just shrugged her off. 'What's the use? She comes in anyway.' "Emily! Answer me you wench!" She began pounding on my door, louder and louder the noise got until I just couldn't stand it any longer. "YES! I'M IN HERE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Don't you dare talk to me in that tone!" She kicked the door open so hard that I think it actually broke. 'About time it did that.' I thought. My evil aunt glared down at me and the smile fell off my face, like jell-o on a wall. "You hear me girl?" "Yes Madame," I replied dryly. "You better watch it or I'll." "What? You'll tell my father? Ha." I cut her off. She scowled, and her face crinkled up like she was some kind of monkey. I couldn't help but keep laughing. I was shut up quickly by a loud, firm slap across my face. "That'll surely leave a mark." she sneered at me, mocking me with her cold-hearted eyes. I couldn't believe she just said that! "You bitch! Get out of my room! NOW!" I stood up some, my face red with anger. This was the last time! I wasn't going to take it! I am a human being and I didn't deserve to be treated like I am some kind of animal. In response to my outburst, she just hit me again, this time harder so tears rolled down my red cheeks. I slumped onto my bed again. "You're such a wimp." I started to cry. Not like the sniffling soft cry, but the loud annoying cry that is a mix of pain and anger, yelling random curses and names at her. She stood at my doorway smiling; clearly she was amused. When she went to open her large overused mouth to say something, I screamed some kind of spell or something because next thing I knew she was unconscious from a lamp being thrown at her head. I sat there dumbfounded, not able to move, too scared to speak. The clock was the only sound I could hear, my own breathing was shallow. 'Is she dead?' I thought over and over again. I just couldn't shake off the shock. It was nearly dusk when I finally realized that she wasn't waking up anytime soon. I packed some of my belongings in a small book-bag and grabbed a thin blanket and pillow, last but not least my Hogwarts letter. I wasn't going to stay here another year. (A/N: In the book’s terms, two years of Hogwarts have gone by.) My nosy neighbors watched me closely as I sprinted down the street towards the bus station. People were just getting home from their jobs. "Emily Black!" I heard a middle-age female voice called from behind. I turned slowly half-expecting to be pulled away by my ear. I was surprised to meet the gaze of a tall skinny woman with fair hair up in a tight bun and old people glasses. She bared emerald green robes and matching hat. Her eyes sternly looking down at my and my heart stopped pumping. "Ye. . .Yes?" I mumbled, trying not to run. "Professor Dumbledore has waited ages to meet you. Why haven't you been at school?" "Huh?" I was so confused at this point. Was she actually from Hogwarts or was a trick being pulled on me? "You did get your letter right?" I nodded slowly, and pulled it out of my blue jacket. My hands were shaking as I held it out to her. She took it gracefully and read it with ease. "So, what seems to be the problem?" "What do you mean?" She laughed. "I mean, why are you running away?" "Well, I...I was... You see." I couldn't seem to find the words. It was like they refused to come out of my throat. Suddenly I felt faint, the world began to spin, and my head throbbed. My stomach felt as it was on a roller coaster, I squinted my eyes in pain, wrapping my arms around my belly. "Emily? Emily, are you OK?" I heard her cry out, catching the attention of the others at the stop. That's really the last thing I remembered. ~*~ I awoke in a large room that smelled of stale peppermints. Windows were on each of the four walls, and there were two doors, one I'm guessing to the bathroom and the other must lead outside. There was a fresh vase of daisies on the nightstand next to me with a note attached. Dear Emily,
Hogwarts is delighted to have you attending this year. We told that mean nasty Aunt Mildred of yours where you are and that she shouldn't expect you to come home until the summer. We have given you more than enough money to pay for your supplies. The room is paid for till you come to Hogwarts. Have fun and explore. See you September 1st. Remember, 11 o'clock sharp, platform 9 and three quarters. Sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore. "Wait what?" I asked myself out loud, obviously confused. I could hear the clanking of glasses and tons of voices below me. I threw the covers off me in a hurry and ran into the bathroom. I showered quickly. There was a pile of clean clothes on the sink. I slipped into them and slowly walked downstairs to see my fate.