Chapter one

A Dementor?

Naisha’s POV

 I am sitting on the sofa and reading Harry Potter. I got it from the amusement park 1 year ago. It was lying around and had my name on it. I never, until now, found the owner of the book or the person who kept it there. I asked many people about the book but no one seemed to know about that. I am about to finish the last book, the deathly hallows when someone called my name.

“Naisha come on, we have to go.” my dad called

 “Coming, dad.” I quickly got up from bed and went to the mirror. From there, I can see my emerald green eyes staring back at me with my jet black hair flying due to the wind coming from open window. I am wearing a black shirt with blue high waist jeans and black boots.

Today is 21st May, 1991 and we (me, my sister Kayra and my parents, Olivia and Everett) are going again to the same amusement park. I haven’t gone there since the day I got the seven books.

I live in England. I will be 11 years old this 8th July. My sister, Kayra is 7 years old. I was adopted by my parents when I was 1 year old, but my parents love me nevertheless. My surname is ‘Potter’. I know it’s strange that mine and Harry’s surname are same but my dad said that the surname ‘Potter’ is common. They didn’t know anything about my real parents but I liked my adopted parents and didn’t much think about my real ones. I just sometime wonder who they are.

We are here for celebrating mine and Kayra’s success in our academic exams. Kayra really likes this place and she insisted on coming here. I also wanted to come here to see if I could find anything related to the Harry Potter books. I mean they just can’t be roaming here with my name on it. There must be some reason behind it. Maybe I was only just imagining it because I was too caught up with the book.

“Naisha” a cute unmistaken voice of Kayra Potter snapped me out my thoughts “I want to go to the ghost house, please come with me.” She pleaded.

I smiled warmly at her “Sure, but don’t you think you will be afraid?” I asked her questioningly. She was brave but she can be frightened sometime.

“No, I want to go” she pleaded and showed me her puppy dog eyes that I couldn’t say no to.

“Ok, fine with me. But don’t forget that I warned you.”

“Yay! Come on.”

I smiled at her and ruffled her black hair while asking permission to go to the ghost house. I had a very weird feeling about it but nonetheless went with my sister. It was a train ride and humans dressed as ghosts would come and frighten every one. There were some statues also. Some were vampires, mummy, Dracula, devil, werewolves and some were simply dressed in skeleton costumes. Nothing too frightening, right?

I realized I said that a bit early when I saw a statue of a…..Dementor? It was wearing a ripped black cloak and its face was hidden. Its hand was so skinny that you can see the bones.

I was very confused about what I just saw. I thought I was losing my mind. Maybe I was. I closed my eyes and hoped when I opened them, I would see something else, but no luck. It was still there and I can tell Kayra could see it too as she was shivering, not due to cold, but because of the fear of dementor. But everyone else was normal.

The train ride continued and then I saw a person standing there. Old looking, had very big white beard and hair till his waist, half-moon spectacles, wearing odd looking robes with moon and stars pattern and having a warm smile on his face. Wait, am I dreaming again or is Dumbledore really here?

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