The street was cold for August in Drighlington England. A half a dozen cloaked people were outside the small street of Driftholme. The leader of the group was dressed in a rich dark purple cloak that was hooded. Everything about this woman was graying slowly, becoming less noticeable. Except her eyes, they looked at the group with a clear blue iciness. All of Deathina followers were dressed in black cloaks. They looked as if they were ready for an assignation mission; which is exactly what they were doing.
"Are you sure this is the right street?" A low voiced man named Keglovits asked. His dark cloak hiding him in the shadows, the hood protecting his face that was riddled with uncertianty
"Positive you fool!" hissed Ms. Lombardelli, the tall, strong and sinister woman said, "I have my sources Adrian."
"Very well. Are you sure it is house number three though?" came a dark whisper from Mrs. Nicholson. He was always the calm and rational one when no one else was; making him a very effective dark leader
"Yes you blundering idiots!" Ms. Lombardelli said in a near yell full of venom.
"Settle down now all of you." A woman with a rather husky dreamlike voice said. "We don't want to be seen now do we?" She continued; her voice was like a trance to her followers.
"No my Miss." They all said in eerie unison.
"Good, very good." Deathina said in a hiss like tone. The leader of them all was as pale and creamy complected as a ghost, her bright but empty blue eyes helping the affect along; her hair looked as black as death could look for the twisted souls all line up in the small town street. "Wait here quietly. Once we are finished here- Then we can celebrate our new world order."
"Dear Maiden of the night let me assist you." her second in command asked.
"No. I must do this alone. Stay here." She snapped at him.
The man nodded in understanding as the leader left the pack walking into the third house on Driftholme Street. The group slowly edged more and more toward the house where the Keith's lived. They were the ones Deathina wished to destroy. The Keith's small innocent three year old was apparently going to lead to the Wicked Warriors destruction. None of the Warriors bought it but they knew better then to cross Deathina, especially for one child. By this time they were edging closer to the door just as Deathina was passing in. Everyone was eerily calm except for Parkinson; he was the newest joining Wicked Warrior barely and adult of eighteen. He was very twitchy and seemed to be pacing, it took him twenty seconds to do something that would change everyone's lives. He ran up to the porch and threw a wizard bomb down. He simply yelled "Down with Death!" He then flashed himself out as the house blew up. Taking the Wicked's once great leader alongside; or did it?
The Freedom Flyers were the only group that fought the Wicked Warriors. The caused seemed to be lost; until that night. The leaders of the diminishing group to end evil flashed to the house as soon as they were told about the catastrophy.
Avery Tomas was still at the scene when he met the old man, "Headmaster Maddock." The tall young man said, his robes were singed at the explosion.
"Ah yes Avery. Terrible times these are."
"It was Parkinson sir- just like you said it would be. It's just a shame the Keith's had to die."
"They didn't all die." The old man said quietly, he looked like Merlin himself in his pale blue robes.
"W-what?" Avery asked.
"The little girl, I can sense her magic: can you go retrieve her please?"
Tomas nodded and ran into the rubble.
"What is your plan?" Holly Grant asked quietly; she looked as old as the headmaster did.
"I will let you know in good time my dear friend." he said with a twinkle in his pale eyes.
"What do you mean in good time? When the "good time" comes they could all regroup!"
"They wont though, the followers are all lost without her dictatorship."
The old woman sighed rubbing her temples; this conversation was enough to age her five years, which was the last thing professor Grant needed.
"Go and celebrate a little Holly; we've won for now and now is enough of a reason to rejoice."
"I can't. Not with George and Margaret dead." The old woman sighed, "Do you want me to look after the little girl?"
"No. She needs to go with her grandparents." The headmaster said quietly.
"Not those awful people Melvin, you know how they treated George and Patrick-"
"It will be done; for her saftey. She needs a place away from all of this while our world heals."
"I just want her to know what her parents stood for; what she will stand for."
"And she will... In her own good time."
Avery came out holding the limp toddler in his arms. Maddock pulled out his wand and started the healing spells on the small girl, "The bomb left a trace but I don;t believe it is anything harmful. Her hair however will always be that nice color." he said pointing to the bright orange locks on her head.
Avery held the girl in his arms until the headmaster took her gently. He vanished into the night to take her to the most ordinary people he would ever meet in his lifetime.
"Aleena, Aleena!... Aleena Margaret Keith don't you ignore your grandfather!" Al looked up from her book, pushing a stray red curl away from her face, and then looked at her grandfather. She was rather bookish so it took a lot to take her nose out of a book. "Yes grandfather?" Al said as innocently as possible, looking at him with her big green eyes. "I'm going on a business venture for three days. While I'm gone you need to help out your grandmother." Her grandfather commanded though he knew she did help out.
Her grandfather Charles didn't like children, his granddaughter wasn't an exception. His belief was all children were insufferable know-it-all's and were rude, if not they were just kissing up in hopes of receiving something. "I will grandfather." "I planned on it. Well I must be off." Her grandfather left without giving any hugs or kisses, but that was normal for him. He was probably one of the few people left in Brittan who felt the greater the distance the better.
Al marked her book and went up-stairs to put it in her room; her room was the second smallest in the house though she didn't mind. Her room was rather plain, the walls were a faded yellow her bed spread was a pastel flower pattern, and all the furniture white but it didn't matter to her what her room looked like as long as she wasn't in an orphanage. After her grandparents made several threats to put her into one she read a book all about them and figured anything was better. After Al set the novel down she walked leisurely to her grandmother's room.
She tapped on the door and heard a faint, "Enter." So she walked in.
Mary-Anne, her grandmother was putting clothing away so Al helped. After they were finished Al asked what she could do for her grandmother. "Don't worry Aleena. I have plenty for you to do, though I feel like we could use a good old fashioned tea party." "Just you and I?" Al asked though she knew the answer was a yes. She wasn't aloud to have any friends over or go anywhere herself, it was one of several rules her grandparents had. Another was; don't ask questions, so naturally Al read as much as possible to answer all of her questions.
Mary-Ann after a few seconds of hesitation said "Yes. Now Aleena,
what would an old fashioned tea party be without old-fashion, dresses?" Al and her grandmother when up into the attic to find some dresses that would still be in decent condition. Mary-Ann began searching on the left side of the room, so Aleena took the right. The attic was rather large with boxes of all different sizes, shapes and colors. You had to watch your footing but when Al began to search for something nothing else ever really mattered. So it was only a matter of time before she tripped over something. This time it was a trunk, an old fashioned wooden and metal one with her initials on it. Al would have left it alone if it didn't have HER initials on it, but she thought it was odd that something that looked three times her age would, so she decided to have a look inside.
Al tried to open it and found it opened with ease, which she thought was strange because she was sure it did look like it was locked until her fingers touched it. Inside there was a rather odd assortment of items. She found what looked like a stick of wood, 3 black cloaks that were neatly folded with an odd crest, a diary with a pendent lock, two books with rather odd titles; basic magic and charms for chumps. Al found all of these things rather intriguing but what really caught her eye was the folded piece of paper on top, it was slightly yellowed over time but it didn't look like it was ever read. Al as quietly as she could, closed the trunk and sat on it. She opened the letter and began to read it out loud.
"Hello reader, if you are reading this that means you must have
stumbled upon my trunk and decided to have a look inside it. Incase
you didn't already know this, you are a wizard. Don't doubt what
you're reading because I, Alison Marie Kingston charmed this trunk
myself to insure that no maggle would open it by mistake. What looks
like a stick of wood is actually a wizard wand. Underneath the wizard
robes are two books to help you control your abilities. You should
receive a letter; if you haven't already, by the fifteenth of July
after you reach the age of eleven. I've hung up my wand because my
daughter Mary-Ann- That's you Gram!" Al said looking up at her
grandmother who inched closer and closer to Al during her letter.
Aleena then continued, "Doesn't possess any magical abilities. If the
wand sparks in your hand it chooses you, if not, please for the love
of Merlin don't use it and just go buy a new one. The key at the
bottom of this trunk is for a vault at Valvameers British bank of
wizardry the name it's under is Kingston, number four hundred
twenty-seven. If I die before I have a chance to hand the trunk down
myself then I give the money to the person who opened the trunk. Love,
Al looked over at her grandmother and said "Gram! I'm a wizard!"
"I'd imagine so with your parents being who they were." Her
grandmother replied stiffly. "How much money do you suppose is in the
vault?" Al said looking at her grandmother cautiously as if she was
facing a dragon rather than a small middle aged woman. "Including
interest? I'd say enough to put you through all of your silly
schooling. I assume you want your letter?" Aleena suddenly forgot
about being cautious and looked at her grandmother in shock saying
"I've already got a letter!" "Aleena Margaret! You'd gotten your
letter on your ninth birthday and the only reason you didn't see it
that day was because I hid it."
"Oh yes please gram! But oh, how will I get my things, where?!?" Al asked with a sudden panic. "Calm down, there's no need for you to panic. London, I suppose Fay alley is still up and running. We'll just catch a train to London tomorrow; you'll need an adult wizards company. I'm not going this time around and you can't possibly go alone." Aleena grandmother replied as if it cleared everything for Al. The two then went down stairs to get the letter. It was in the china cabinet, the only one Al wasn't allowed to go anywhere near. Her grandmother then pulled the letter from it hiding spot and began to read the letter out load to Aleena.
"Dear Ms. Keith, you are invited to Kindlewick's school of wizardry. If you are interested in attending please send word no later than July 21st the year after you turn twelve. The school year will begin August 31st. If no word is given we will have to assume you've declined on our offer. What is expected for your school supplies is on the second sheet of paper in the envelope. The third is a permission-slip for recreational, optional trips into a town neighboring the school. I hope you will be able to join us Ms. Keith. Signed, Headmaster Melvin Alf Maddock." A minute of silence passed between the two.
"Gram..." Al began with panic in her voice "the 21st is only two days away. How can we possibly mail it and have it show up that soon?"
"An eagle will get it there when we send one tomorrow. Why do you always have to worry so much?" her grandmother asked shaking her head as she left the room.
Al with shaky hands reopened her letter to Kindlewick. The invitation however was gone. In its place was a packing list.
Three School addition robes (A set of dress robes is optional)
Pleated skirts (or trousers)
White button-down shirts
One school scarf
One cloak (of any color and or material)
At least one pair of durable gloves (giraffe, elephant or dragon leather)
One set of scales (any metal will do)
At least one set of crystal or glass vials with stoppers
Basic potion ingredients (beetles, doxy wings, crushed unicorn horn,
madrigora root, newt eyes and frog spawn)
Quills and Ink
Potions for beginners- Lucy Evens
Defense against Dark Magic; Year One- Patrick McCormier
Charms for Chumps (fifth addition)- Emit Rogers
Magic; A History Worth Remembering- Onyx Potter
Divinization and the Future You Have- Calantha Maggot
Transfiguration; Year One- Trisha Eire
Muggle Studies; the Building-Blocks for Their Future- Linder Frantz
Ancient Runes: How they Affect you Now- Hollan Delaw
The next day Al and her grandmother got up early and headed for a train to London form their home in Leeds. The ride was rather short, which Al was thankful for because public transportation seats were rather uncomfortable for her liking. After their exit from the train they hailed a taxi to 5th street. After they reached the correct street Aleena's grandmother led her to a phone booth. They both squeezed inside together, it just looked like a regular phone booth to almost anyone, but Al wasn't one of these people. Underneath the uniform ledge was a brass doorknob she reached for the knob and her touch made the back of the phone booth turn into a rather large, and old oak door. "Go ahead, open the door Aleena.", Her grandmother commanded. Al obeyed her mind almost in a trance, shaking with antisipation. There were no doorknobs in phone booths. The door opened with ease, Al was in complete awe of what she had seen.
A/N: Sorry you lot for the poor quality. I wrote this story a couple of years ago for a contest that I opted not to enter in the end. I have about three more chapters already written... Just too lazy to post