The Curious Case of the Girl Erased From History a hogwarts tale of love

It was a sunny day, sometime in August, the girl was not sure exactly when. Summer was definitely coming to an end though, as the mad rush for last minute buying of school supplies had begun and the streets were mile-long traffic jams that stretched from one end of the city centre to the other.
The girl was hovering in the entrance to an alleyway. She was wearing a long, black, hooded cloak that covered half her face and nearly reached the ground. Underneath the cloak she wore long black robes. The people who noticed her marvelled at the long clothes in the heat, then they noted her hidden face and hurried on. The sleeves were too long and half-hid her pale hands.
She was looking at an old-fashioned, gold pocket watch that was on a chain connected to a pocket hidden inside her robes. She sighed and snapped the watch shut, putting it away in the pocket. The man she was waiting for was late. She had though that he might not come, he would not enjoy being in this place. That was why she chose it. He wouldn’t dare be violent in a place as packed as this, and it was close enough to real help to make her feel at ease. Yet she had expected him to come. He, at least, had wanted to meet. She remembered his letter in which he had practically begged her to meet him. He had said that it was important and that he wanted to give her something. His previous letters had been of a more threatening tone, generally demanding that she joined him in his evil doings. Normally she did not reply to his letters or even read them properly, but this was different.
The girl had not seen the man in three years, since she ran away at the age of ten. The girl fingered the dark scar that cut across her left eye lid. The eye underneath was not so much an eye as a magical glass sphere that worked none too well, it was her own spell and it was sort of an invention.
The girl made her decision and withdrew further into the dark alleyway. She turned back one last time to see if anything had happened. There was still no sign of him. She watched the cars and vans roar past. Suddenly, in the middle of the road on a raised platform put there for no discernable reason, a figure appeared. One moment he wasn’t there and then, after a lorry passed in front, he was. He wore a cloak even longer than the girl’s; the whole of his face was hidden. He, too, was wearing black robes, except people didn’t seem to see him at all. It had to be him. No other person would look like that.
The girl strode out of the shadows and wove her way through the crowds. She crossed the rode and reached the platform.
“ill met by moonlight, Titania,” the man said in a cold menacing voice.
“it’s obvious it’s me, mortus”
“I enjoy the old customs”
“times are different now”
“that is as maybe, I shall still greet you in such a fashion”
“as you wish, but I shall not return the welcome”
The man looked distinctly ruffled; he had the air of someone who didn’t enjoy being disobeyed.
“you have something you want to give me?” the girl probed impatiently.
“yes” the man said irritably. Then, with a flourish of his cloak that was clearly meant to impress, he revealed what appeared to be a ball of blue glass. On closer inspection the ball could be seen to hold a swirling mass of colour.
“you’re giving me that?”
“of course, you have refused to join me many times and I have decided you would be more willing to accept my new offer once you truly understand the greatness of the power”
“I do not want to be in the possession of something that has claimed as many lives as that”
The man gave her an ugly look before revealing a staff. It was made of elder and had many odd symbols carved into its side. He offered it to the girl but she shook her head.
“I have stated my reasons already, many times, I do not approve of your ideas and I will not join you”
The man drew himself up to his full and considerable height and growled menacingly “you dare defy me again, have you not learnt your lesson?”
“I learnt to stay away from you”
*
The boy ran down the alley, he had to be quick; his mother would surely notice he was gone eventually, even with his twin creating havoc to distract her.
He grinned to himself, half the street would be in mass hysteria by now, he was almost disappointed he had one the thumb war and was therefore the twin to escape.
The plan was to enter a shop on the high street and buy something (preferably edible) using the odd money they had managed to steal off their father. It shouldn’t be too hard. The main challenge was getting back unnoticed.
The boy came out into the bright sunlight on the street. He turned in a full circle taking in his surroundings. Then he turned his attention to the cars roaring past. He stepped closer to the end of the pavement. Then tow people caught his eye.
In their long cloaks and robes it was obvious that they were of his kind. Yet what they were doing here of all places was beyond him. one was quite short, shorter than him. the other was over six feet. A giant. They were arguing.
Suddenly the man turned to face him. the boy froze. His face was shaded by his hood yet his eyes glowed maliciously like burning coals. They were all different colours, fragmented. A sudden fear was awakened in the boy, his throaght tightened and he couldn’t breathe properly.
Then suddenly, without any warning and definitely on their own accord, his feet began to move forward nearer and nearer to the road. He knew it was dark magic, he had control over the subject too, but he knew no spell to break this one.
The shorter figure suddenly turned to look at the boy. He could now see that she was a girl. Her face was frightened and uncertain.
“what are you doing?” she yelled.
“when you agree to do as I say, I shall stop” the man smiled, exposing his pointy white teeth.
*
The girl glanced at the man and then at the boy, her eyes darted back and forth between the two several times. What should she do? She knew what was meant by “agree” there was a certain force behind the word. Once she had “agreed” she wouldn’t be able to turn back. The red-haired boy the man had entranced was a wizard, the girl could sense the magic, he had stepped off the pavement and was moving towards the middle of the road. A huge lorry was careering towards him. When he reached the middle of the road he stopped.
The girl had three options, agree to the man’s demands and forever be a slave, leave the boy to his fate and forever bear the guilt or push him out the way. It was an instant decision. The girl sprinted out into the road and crashed into the boy. There was a moment where their eyes met and time seemed to slow down but then the boy flew backwards onto the pavement. The girl was stuck. She had broken the spell by replacing the victim. She had just enough time to turn her head before the lorry hit her. Her ribcage folded in and her skull fractured on impact. She was thrown back with such force that she landed 200 yards back on the pavement. A pool of blood spread out around her.
The man was by her side in an instant unseen by the general public. It had not gone to plan but it had worked out even better than expected. He laid the staff across her chest and crossed her limp arms over it. He then placed the strange blue sphere in her eye socket replacing the glass eye that had bounced out. He smiled at her, not a nice smile, and disappeared. When he had gone, the crowds rushed forward.
Meanwhile, the boy was running. For his life. All he could think was that he had to get away. He careered out onto the street he was aiming for and sped up beside his twin.
“was I missed?” he panted
“no, she didn’t twig, although, she’s grounded us”
“pity”
“no pain, no gain brother”
“Oh…yeah. I didn’t get it”
“It was more fun creating havoc anyway”
“yeah”
But the image of the man’s eyes was burnt on his mind forever.