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HP: FANFIC-Chap. 1 1942- EvelynI looked over at my father. His face wasn't concerned, angry, but neither happy as well. It actually seemed stern. He caught my eye and stiffened."Darling," he started saying. "Please, go up, to your room and change in your nightgown...and you have a, ummm, strange odor coming from you, so I suggest you clean yourself up as well." I glanced over at my mother.She was still sitting in the corner, looking surprised and confused, as she stared at my father. Her eyes seemed blank, or lost. "Victoria, you are a witch, use you damn magic to prevent something like this." my father sighed."And you," he stared at me closely. "I thought I told you to leave."I looked down and and scurried out and back up to my bedroom.As I walked into my room and slammed the door, I slid myself to the wooden floorboards of my room. They were cold against my body heat and it made me shiver, considering the whole house was warm from the bright summer air. As I laid there, on the floor, starring at the ceiling,
HP: FANFIC-INTRO 1942- EvelynLondon, August 10 1942Across the world, there are many unique places. Some are tropical, snowy, burning hot, and some places are just like it is here, the warm, cold rainy and sunshiny days of London. These places are also unique for cultures, clothing and food, and they make every place, country, content, different... no matter how our life changes towards today's present. What I find, is that people have been discovering things everyday since we've been on this planet and not a single muggle, except for those half-bloods, has found the wizarding world.Yes, there is indeed a place in every content I can think of, where wizards and witch's roam around producing magic with their wands and with experience, thoughts. Our world is secret within the muggle's life styles. So some places can only be seen by wizards or witches or only gone to by wizards and witches. It makes me laugh to think how secret and sometimes over-protective we can be.My name, Evelyn Helen Shetta, age ten and