"Will she be okay?" "Who is she more importantly?" "I think it's more important that she's okay, then she can tell us who she is." "Well what if she can't smart guy?" Clearly you're hearing people talk, you open your eyes, that's a given and you look around. There's a bunch of people looking at you. An old guy with lots of silver hair and glasses, an old woman with classes and a tight bun, a bunch of people with red hair all over the place, a girl with crazy brown hair, and a boy with black hair, which coincidentally enough was messy and all over the place too. *These people don't know what a hairbrush is?* you think. They all stopped talking when they saw your eyes open. "Hello, I'm Albus Dumbledore." (But you knew that already now didn't you?) "Hello Mr. Dumbledore." you say. "Oh, Professor Dumbledore, do you remember anything?" *Odd question.* "Yeah I remember lots of things?" "Well tell me what you remember." "Okay well my name is Alta Benniton, yeah my mom has a ... my mom. Where is she? And my dad? My brother?!" "Ms. Benniton, um... there's been an accident. You were knocked unconcious and your parents and twin brother were ... killed. Before their death they arranged for a place for you and your brother to stay but... well you ... You'll be staying with Mrs. Weasley here, she's got a lot of experience with kids and was a friend of your parents. So once we're sure you can move around without hurting yourself, you'll be going with them." "Oh..." was all you could say, so you said it and looked around. A ... plump woman with red hair shooed everyone out of her way and she came to your side. "I'm Molly Weasley, these are some of my kids and their friends. Here's Geroge, Fred, Ron and Ginny. And these two are Harry and Hermione." "Ah. I used to be a twin. Sorry that was so weird, but yeah that's weird two sets of twins in the same room?" "Two? That's not all the weird. Besides there's only one set!" said the Weasley twins. "Oh. I though... Harry and Hermione, it goes together like twins names. Like me and my brother, well we had the same first name so he was Al and I was Benny so it was like A B and we were in like alphabetical order, I'm sorry I'm rambling. I think I'm set to go. Yeah. Yeah let's go." you say really fast. "Um let's just make sure you're fine." Mrs. Weasley said. "Okay. Well.... okay." you say and kinda fall asleep and everyone takes turns looking after you. You wake up and it's dark and there's a candle lit next to you and someone is sitting in a chair. "Um hello." you say and they turn. It's Harry, "Hi. I'm so sorry about your parents and your brother." "Thanks. What can you do ya know? Grieve for a bit and move along, they wouldn't want me to be moody and die inside then I might as well have died with them, they would have.... What?" you ask seeing something about Harry, maybe it was the flickery light. "Nothing. How can you... It took me so long to get over people whenever they died and you just woke up and knew what you needed to do." "I've always been levelheaded?" "Wow I guess." "So ... you've had ... I'm sorry I shouldn't ask." "Yeah my parents died when I was one. I guess it's different for me, not really knowing them at all but... it was kind of rough." "I think losing your parents always sucks, doesn't really matter how old you are." "Right. So you're about 15 right?" "Yeah." "And you're British, you didn't go to Hogwarts?" "Actually I've been going since I was 11."
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It does though, espcially after you eat something SUPER cold. So um I don't really wanna... I'm just gonna come out and tell you about this person character ... thing. She's a she. She's short but once in a while when she wears the right clothes she feels really tall. Ummm turquoise eyes, dark wavy hair, like dark brown, swishy, it has a lot of nice weight to it. Some freckles, REALLY pale skin, kinda glowy and stuff because it's so pale and charmingly bad teeth, crooked but not that crooked, but crooked inDid you like this story? Make one of your own!


