Life in the Shadows (Harry Potter Story)

Thelia’s POV

I heard my mom yelling at me from the top of the basement stairs. “Thelia! Get your fat ass up here right now!” I rolled my eyes and slowly made my way up.

“What?” I asked crossing my arms.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I told you to clean the kitchen and do the laundry!” she yelled at me. I rolled my eyes again and sighed.

“I did do them. Are you retarded or just a fucker?!” I yelled back stepping closer to her. Big mistake. She screamed at the top of her lungs. I saw her fits go up and knew that I was going to get it bad. Not that it was ever good, but you know. She started hitting me until I fell to the ground, then started kicking me. After it seemed she got all her anger out. I got up. I started to walk back down to the basement, my room if you haven’t figured that out yet. It seemed like she still had enough anger to throw me down the stairs. She slammed the door and stormed away. I, unfortunately, was at the bottom of the stair well bleeding. A lot. Yes this is my glories life. Getting beaten by my mom every day, more then once a day. Why doesn’t my dad do anything about it? Well I don’t have a dad. Yes, my mom was the loser that got knocked up and the father ran away. I’m fifteen and my life sucks. I have weird grey eyes with random streaks of royal blue in them, I got light dirty blond long hair. I’m tall and slender. I have some anger issues. I wonder why? But I am nice, funny, get amazing grades, I get really sarcastic, I love to pull pranks on people, and am really powerful. In both type of ways. Physically and mentally. I tend to hurt people when I get in my bad moods. Back to reality now. I dragged myself to my bed and took out some band aids. Looks like some new burses for people to look at now. I don’t really have any friends here, yeah see someone in the hall way, “Hey what’s up Katie. Really, well I got beat up by mom last night. Yeah see ya!”. Ha! No, I say hi I be nice and smile. I try not to get to close though. It’s better to play tricks on them if you don’t know them. After an hour or so, I figured my mom is drinking her problems away in her room, so it was safe to go up stairs for now.

It was Saturday and the mail would be arriving any time now. Most of it was just bills and crap. Letters saying we need to pay our taxes and stuff. I looked out the dirty, grimy window thinking what a normal life would be like. How does it feel to be loved and have parents that don’t make you sleep in the basement and clean everything and not ever beat you. Ha! Like that’ll ever happen. I’m not emo or anything. Never cut myself or thought about suicide, though, it might not be a bad idea. I don’t want to die, this life has made me a stronger person, but it would be nice to get away from it. Then the sound of our mail coming though the slot woke me up from my thoughts. I walked over to get them, I automatically started flipping through it. Something caught my eye, something I have never seen in my life. A letter for me. Not for my mom, for me! I ran to my room and ripped it open. I read it over. I arched an eye brow. Was this thing a joke? I re-read it several times. Then I was convinced, I was a witch. I ran into my closet and took out a backpack. I started throwing all my clothes into it, I didn’t have very many so I could take all of it. I ran to the bathroom and packed my tooth brush, hair brush, and makeup. Wondering why I was in such a hurry? I want to get the hell out of here! I threw the backpack over my shoulder and ran up the stairs and out the door. It was late in the afternoon, so I couldn’t really go anywhere. The train wouldn’t be here till tomorrow, so I guess I will sleep in the park till then. Better then being back home. She’ll never care that I left, she wont call the police or anything. Just be mad that no one will cook and clean for her. I dug my hand into my pocket and looked at the money in my hand. $15.63. I sighed and started walking to the park.

Lana’s POV
I walked threw the front door of my foster family‘s home. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple. I saw a note on the refrigerator.

I threw the note out and walked upstairs to my room. Nick and Carly are my foster parents and Joey is my foster younger brother. If your wondering, my mom did not get pregnant and give me up to adoption. But she did get pregnant and my father left her. I saw her get stabbed to death when I was nine. I’m fifteen now. I have odd grey eyes with streaks of emerald green in them. I have a little longer then shoulder length hair, I’m tall and slender. I’m shy and quiet, nice, funny, I tend to smile a lot, I get good grades, I can get really emotional. So I’m a little less then the average kid. I don’t have very many friends. About one or two close friends and that’s it. I try not to get them to close, or make to many roots in one place. Because when I do, I have to move to a new home, a new town, new ‘family’, and a new school. It sucks! I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It’s late in the afternoon and I’m bored. My foster parents are kind of over protective so I cant go any where, go on the computer. I can watch TV, but they blocked all the none PG channels. I really don’t mind to much that they’re really protective, I feel kind of safe. I’ve been paranoid since my mom got killed, another reason why I don’t have to many friends. I don’t trust them. I sat up and looked out my window. I wish I could have a normal life, I get depressed a lot. I have never cut my self, but have come really close. I will admit that I do think about killing myself sometimes. You think I’m insane right? Well I’m not. I saw the mail man put the mail in our mail box, and decided to get it. I made my way down stairs and to the mail box. When I got back in I threw it on the table and went back up to my room. I feel asleep on my bed. When I woke up it was about 6:30. Crap! When I got down stairs I saw Carly already cooking. I walked sheepishly to the table and sat down. “Sorry Carly I didn’t start dinner. I feel asleep.” I explained.

“That’s fine honey.” She smiled at me. I smiled back. Darn! Why does she have to call me honey?! I hate it! I don’t want to hurt her feelings though, so I just ignore it. “Did you bring the mail in?”

“Yeah it’s on the table in the hallway.” she finished cooking and we sat down to eat. Half way through, Nick came in flipping through the mail.

“Hello everyone!” He greeted kissing Carly on the cheek. He grabbed a plate and sat down next to Carly. They started a conversation about the days advents, I just sat there zoning out. “Huh. Look at this. It’s a letter for Lana.” he passed me the letter. I opened it carefully. I read the letter, I guess I got a weird look on my face because Carly asked me if every thing was alright.

“It’s junk mail.” I mumbled setting it down.

“Let me look.” Nick took the letter and read it. Carly walked behind him and read it over his shoulder. They both gave me weird looks. Nick looked like he was analyzing the letter. “It looks official.” Nick is a lawyer, so I guess he would know if it was fake or not.

“Well,” Carly smiled. “I guess we should go pack your bags then.” I left with her to go pack my bags. I am now enrolled as a student of Hogwarts. I was woken up extra early the next day. “Lana! Get up now! I don’t want you to miss your train!” Carly said sternly as she opened my blinds.

“Ugh!” I moaned as the sun came pouring into my room. I was dragged out of bed by Carly.

“Get dressed fast, then come and eat.” She said leaving the room. I had picked a outfit out the night before, because of Carly packing every little thing I own. I walked down stairs sleepily and sat at the table. Nick was sitting there reading the news paper, and to my surprise, Joey was sitting at the table to.

“Joey, what are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be at a sleep over?” I asked.

“When we called last night to tell him you were leaving today, he made us come pick him up early so he could say goodbye.” Nick replied still reading the news paper. I looked at Joey questionably, and he shook his head yes. I was rushed during breakfast, and then we ran out of house to the car.

“Remember, don’t talk to strangers. And never loose sight of your things…” Carly went on and on. I just said okay every once in a while. We got there Carly wouldn’t let go. “Ooh! I’m going to miss you!” She cried over and over. I hugged back and told her not to worry. I kind of liked that she was worried. But after awhile Nick pulled her away and got to say his goodbye. Then Joey, and I was off to fine platform 9 ¾.