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Time To Run (Chapter One)

~Long ago, long long in almost the 13th century, the last witch was born, dying the her last year at hogwarts, not passing on her heritch, having only a pretty rare and almost impossible chance of anyone in her future. 1997, 16 year old Elliot (Ella) Manson inherits the witch genes.

A/N- You (Ella) have a phone because it’ll relate to the end of this story so just use your imagination and whatever kind of phone you have is in this story.

Word Count-1756

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I walked into the living room where both my parents happily sat together watching a new movie.

“What are you guys watching?” I asked intruding their alone time knowingly and jumping on the couch.

“New movie, it’s called Volcano,” My father said pointing to the volcano that currently exploded on the t.v.

“Already watching it, everyone dies,” I joked hoping off the couch. “Just joking, have a good movie date,” I walked out of the room, happly annoying my parents.

“Elliot!” My brother called out from the top of the stairs.

“I hate when you call me that,”

“Ella,” My brother, Hyman Manson said crossing his arms. “Have you noticed anything weird?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary why?” I asked tilting my head just a bit.

“It’s storming outside, for the first time in a while London is storming up,” Hyman opened the window behind him, I walked up the stairs and looked outside, rain poured down and the window was insane.

“Well just be lucky that we have four walls around us, go to bed, it’s almost midnight,” I complained walking up the second pair of stairs that led to the top floor where my bedroom laid.

“Goodnight Ella,” I heard my brother say just before I shut my door, locking myself in with a smile.

I fkicled my lights on looking around my room, my window was open just a smidge to the sound of the storm and wind traveled into my room.

“Stupid England, don’t even know why we moved here,” I huffed in my “american accent”, the london people say whenever I speak a word. I moved towards my window slamming it shut, a white strike of lightning hit as my window closed causing me to fall back onto my bed and look out my window in fear.

“Calm down mother nature, I was only joking,” I shook my head gathering myself and getting off my bed and walking into my bathroom just a bit annoyed. “London is going to be the death of me,” I whispered locking my bathroom door and looking into my mirror, picking at my face.

I grabbed my hair tie from my bucket, tossing my hair up into a messy bun and placing my face cream all over my face. As I finished I picked up my phone, slipping it into my pocket and turning on the radio, listening to dancing queen that was already almost halfway done.

“Only 17!” I cried out picking up my brush and spinning around. I placed my hand on my doorknob closing my eyes. “Dancing queen!” I screamed swinging my door open, cold air hit me causing me to open my eyes.

My room didn’t stand infront of me, but a different room, a dinning room full of people who all turned their heads looking at me.

“Don’t mind her,” One said as I shut my door, dropping my brush on the ground and leaning against my door.

“MOM! DAD! HYMAN!” I cried out scared, not wanting to open the door, my music stopped and everything was quiet. My heart was beating almost out of my chest and my head had a million questions.

I pushed myself off the door, looking around my bathroom, I grabbed my straightener, unplugged but not caring and opening the door again to my bedroom.

“What the hell,” I whispered walking out of my bathroom, face mask still on my face and heart racing. I opened my bedroom door looking out of my room, I could hear my brothers music playing and my parents t.v

“Your alive, it’s all that matters,” I whispered to myself shutting the door and looking around my room, scared to go back into the bathroom. “Maybe I was just seeing things,” I held my straightening close in hand walking back into my bathroom, keeping the door opening.

I placed my straightening down, another sound of lightning shook the house, I turned around in shock, wanting to look in my bedroom, instaid looking at a closed door.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” I whispered to myself picking my brush up now and twisting the handle slowly, the familiar cold air hit me and the faces turned to face me again.

“Mad-Eye whos that?” One asked, I stood looking at the group of people, confused, almost sick, as I tried to close the door again it was held back as much as I tried to close it the door stayed open.

“The only John's in history to be a witch since the thirteenth century,” A man with shaggy brown with a tint of grey hair, placed down to his shoulders said. He had scars placed all along his face and a fake almost looking real eye that stuck out of his face. His face was straight and fierce looking straight at me with a staff in hand.

“You’ve got to be joking me,” I grabbed the doorknob with both hands trying my hardest to close the door but not a budge.

“Don’t stress yourself out dear,” A plumped short gingers haired girl said looking at me from the corner of the room, that's when I noticed the food behind her was making itself.

“This is a joke right, you’ve got fake strings, your all actors, my brother put you up to this didn’t he, getting me back for breaking his arm,” I paused looking more at the dark room. “Hyman this was pretty funny but the joke's over, I don’t know how you did it!”

“What's on your face?” A long curly black haired man asked, he sat at the end of the table, rings placed all along his fingers and a scar just placed right along the side of his neck.

Forgetting about my face mask I turned around to look into my mirror, only looking at a wall with pictures hung up all over.

“Where did my bathroom go, this isn’t funny anymore!” I shouted facing the wall, I placed my hands on the cold wall, giving it a little push hoping it would do something.

“Kingsly do that thing you do,” I heard the fake eyed man hiss, I turned around with no awareness looking at the people, a man with chocolate brown skin stood up and walked towards me, I pointed my brush at him, no words coming out of my mouth.

“Everything will be okay,” The man whispered as he pulled something out of his pocket, before I could react powder hit my face and my whole body had gone numb, I closed my eyes as I fell to the ground.

As I woke I was laying soft in my bed, hopefully, the sound of rain caused me to relax, thinking more of my room.

“Good morning,” My mothers soft voice said, I kept my eyes closed happy to be back into my room, thinking of the weirdest dream I had.

“Mom I had the weirdest dream, it was crazy,” I spoke, opening my eyes and sitting up, feeling my heart sink, looking around I wasn’t in my room and my mother wasn’t in the room, but the same short ginger haired woman stood at the door.

“This is kidnapped, i’m calling the police!” I cried out reaching into my pocket for my phone but nothing was there. “Where is my phone?”

“Mom this girl is so cool, look,” A gingered tall boy filled with freckles walked behind the woman, holding my phone in my hand shoving it towards her face, the sound of a picture was taken.

“Thats my phone,” I pointed standing up and placing my bare feet on the floor. “Who are you people and why do you have my phone?”

“Mom can we keep her?”

“Oh my god i’m being sold on the black market!” I cried out tossing my hands on my hand, I looked around the room having nothing to grab.

“The black market,” The gingered woman chuckled. “Your a witch darling, but it’s not my place to tell you,” the snatched my phone out of the ginger boys hand and held my phone in my hand. “We’re not selling you dear,”

The woman walked towards me, holding my phone out. “I’m Molly Weasley, it’ll be nice to meet you,” I took my phone out of her hand confused as the woman turned around, taking the boy with her and shut the door.

I sat down back on the bed speechless, unlocking my phone and clicking on my photos, the empty gallery I had was now filled with pictures. I clicked on the first one.

Molly stood in the picture looking at my phone confused and annoyed well the boy behind her stood with a huge smile on my face. I swiped to the next photo, A horrible selfie was taken by a ginger man who looked at my phone also confused but had that type of satisfaction on his face.

I pressed my finger back on my screen, about to turn to the next photo but the door opened slightly, making a creaking noise. No one was there but the door kept opening until it was fully.

“Crazy people,” I whispered slipping my phone back in my pocket, I pressed my hand against my face, noticing that my facemask was washed off. I quickly stepped off the bed and walked out of the room.

Looking left and right there was only a hall on each side, with doors on doors. I stepped out of the room looking both ways again, I turned right and walked down the halls.

“Mudbloods, blood traitors,” I heard mumbling coming from one of the rooms, I peaked my head in looking at the back of a bald headed thing, just no bigger than my kneecaps. As the thing turned around, I let out a gasp backing up and landing on the wall.

“What are you?” I asked covering my mouth to not scream.

“Kreature, serves the nobles house of black,” The thing said looking up at me. “Manson, the first witch since the thirteenth century, muggleborn,” The thing spit out looking at me with a rude tone.

“KREATURE! I jumped at the voice closing my eyes and tossing my hands over my body, wrapping myself. “Shove off the girl, get out of here, now!” Groans from the thing were mad at he walked away. “I didn’t mean to scare you, you can open your eyes,”

I slowly opened my eyes, taking my hands from my waist and looking at the man that stood leaning against the wall infront of me.

“I wanna go home,” I whispered scared.

“In times do you will, but for now, come down and eat something, i’m sure you’ll get some of your questions answered,” The man paused shaking his head. “How rude to not introduce myself, my name is Sirius Black,”

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