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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter 6 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

Krystal's POV

My eyes opened as I quickly sat up wincing and waiting for the agonizing pain in my stomach to burn like a flaring fire, but it never came. 

I felt fine. 

Nothing hurt.

I looked around realizing that my surroundings were more familiar than i would've liked them to be. It was nighttime, and I was in my room in the orphanage.

How did I get back here? 

"no no no no no no no" I cried as I quickly got out of bed, the cold sending shivers through my body. I fell to the ground on my knees as my tired legs gave out.

"No it wasn't a dream." I breathed out not believing that I had dreamed something that felt so lifelike. I felt dizzy as I tried to get up, I eventually managed. the world spun in circles as I ran out the door slamming it shut behind me. I ran down the dimly lit halls of the hellhole I've been calling home for the only years of my life I could remember.

"Fred!" I shouted as loud as I could hoping he was there, hoping that I was just going crazy and not that I was back where I started, back to the place that would've made me crazy in the first place.

"Kryyyystaaal." I heard a creepy voice sing my name behind me. I knew that voice. That cold voice. The same shrill, lifeless voice that woke me up everyday only to make me wish death upon myself. 

"Agatha." I Whispered under my breath as a tear rolled down my cheek. A tear that represented the last bit of hope I had left in me, gone. I closed my eyes as I turned around.

"Open your eyes darling." she spoke with a sinister voice that slithered its way into my brain exploding into tiny needles of venom, spreading poison, and keeping me paralyzed with fear and hate. with a shaky breath I slowly opened my eyes, and she wasn't there. 

A sob escaped my cracked lips as I sunk to the floor struggling to push and pull ragged breaths into and out of my body as I questioned my crumbling sanity.  

I heard a loud cackle from outside the window to my left. I snapped my head to the window, and I saw a shadow outside. 

Hell no! I'm not waiting for whatever that is to get in here.

I got up off the ground, refusing to let myself give up, and ran down the hall as fast as humanly possible, down the stairs and to the kitchen. I grabbed the sharpest knife I knew we had and gripped it tightly with my unsteady  hands to make sure I don't accidentally let it slip out as they trembled uncontrollably. 

I made my way into the cabinet under the sink and stayed in there waiting, not allowing so much as a peep out of me, from uncomfortably squeezing myself into a cabinet I barely fit in, help what ever monstrosity that was out there make its way towards me and find me. 

"come out come out wherever you are." A voice different to the last. It was a woman's voice, but she sounded a bit younger, she had had a sing-song voice, it wasn't very soothing though. It was a loud voice. She sounded crazy. 

"There's no need to hide dear." A horse male voice called out to me. I heard footsteps nearing the cabinet I was hiding in. 

Please don't open that door 

I thought as air suddenly stopped entering my lungs, I couldn't breath. I held my hands up to my neck, like it would help open my closing throat and tried to breath, nothing was working.

I began to feel the same stinging behind my ear and I brought my hand to my ear where i felt a warm liquid dripping down my neck. My breaths got faster as I longed to feel oxygen enter my body, my hands were now covered with my blood, again, smearing all over my neck. 

The cabinet door opened and someone grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against the wall. it was a man, actually I don't know what to call him. He was bald, he had no nose, and he had grayish skin, and a creepy smile plastered on his face. 

"So you're the one the prophecy was talking about?" He grinned 

"Shouldn't be too hard to find her and kill her." The woman behind him giggled. She had black curly hair and a look of insanity, no empathy or emotion evident in her cold eyes.

The man threw me across the room, my back colliding with the edge of the kitchen table. I heard a loud crack before landing on the ground on my side, goosebumps on my skin as I laid on the cold floor unable to get up. I coughed out blood that I was choking on as it pooled around my head and soaked my hair. 

"Please if this is a nightmare someone wake me up!" I sobbed as I tried to push my self up with my hands that were now tingling and going numb, I unsuccessfully attempted to lift my self up, only resulting in a finger painting made using my own blood across the floor that was now a canvas covered in art that was my agony, anguish and misery.

They both started to walk towards me with ugly smirks and each raised what looked like a wand.

"We will find you soon." The man said.

"And next time," The women added, "you won't wake up." 

They then pointed their wands at me and yelled, 

"AVADA KEDAVRA"

I gasped as I sat up on a bed regretting, it exactly as I did it. I felt an excruciating pain in my stomach, I looked around and the place looked familiar. I was at the burrow.  

I let out a relieved sigh as I fell back onto the soft pillow.

It was just a dream

I'm not at the orphanage 

"Hey are you ok?" I heard a voice ask me from beside me. It sounded like Freds voice.

I quickly turned my head to my right and looked at the boy sitting beside me.

"Hey Fre-." I started, but realized, It's not Fred. It's George.

George looked at me weirdly, wondering why I stopped.

"You're George right?"

He looked at me wide eyed and nodded his head, a smile appearing on his face.

"Yah," He responded, "how did you know?"

"You just look a bit different." I said not thinking about what I said before speaking.

Oh god I probably sound stupid. They don't look different. They're literally identical. 

Wait why is that weird, I can tell them apart, therefore making them look a bit different. 

I mentally face palmed since it was too late and I had already opened my mouth to say something stupid.

"W-well not different," I stuttered, " you J-just have some differences."

George looked at me with an amused look in his eyes as he chuckled.

"I don't know." I sighed in the defeat of my own stupidity.

"Well," George started, "what's different about us?" 

"umm," I thought about it, "Fred has a scar on his left eyebrow, and a scar on his nose." 

George listened and looked quite impressed that I noticed these differences in such a little amount of time. 

"You have two moles on your neck," I continued, "he doesn't. But, There is something else though, I just don't know what it is." 

"That's pretty cool." George said smiling, "but, are you okay? You were crying in your sleep."

I shivered at the memory of my nightmare, taking in a deep breath to make sure my throat wasn't closing up again.

"Just a nightmare." I let out with my breath.  

"But I'm ok." I assured with a small smile, "could you please open the blinds?" I asked with a quiet voice.

He nodded as he got up from the chair he was sitting in and opened the blinds as the warm rays of sunlight filled the room. He walked back down to the chair and sat down.

 He looked at me and noticed that I was still thinking about the nightmare I had. I was not so good at hiding the fact that I was scared at the moment.

"Well Fred told me you like pumpkin juice," He said to me with a sympathetic smile.

My eyes lit up at the sight of the bottle of juice, it warmed my heart that they cared for me. I wanted to see their mom and thank her properly, now that I'm fully conscious. 

I thanked him as he handed me the bottle and I finished it in less than a minuet, somehow managing to only lift up my head, and not the rest of my body. George let out a laugh as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"Impressive." 

"Thanks." I laughed at what George said as my cheeks heated up and became a bright red. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," George picked up a plate filled with food from the side table, "this is for you, you're probably hungry."

I tried to bring my upper body up, but my arms failed me, and I fell back before even getting a bit close. I huffed out in frustration.

I can't do anything 

"Here, I'll help you sit up." 

He said as he gently held my arm and placed his hand on my shoulder and helped me sit up. I thanked him once again, he gave me the plate, and we just chatted. 

It had been around 20 minuets since we started talking, and not once was there an awkward silence. 

Fred and George are really nice, I hope we become better friends.

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A/N: It's finally getting a bit more interesting, I'm literally so excited for when Krystal goes to Hogwarts, just a few more chapters until school starts. 

♡Anyways, Thank you for reading, I hope you liked this chapter♡

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