Once again, I do not own Harry Potter.
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Act One, Scene Two
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Dark Thoughts
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Eleanor wasn't sure that being alive was the better of the two options. Now that she thought about it, the shadow girl hadn't even thought said that she defiantly would be dead if she didn't except the deal. Possible death, then, had to be better.
No longer was she waited on hand and foot. She wasn't the princess any more. No longer the First Born that destined to change the world for good or bad. She had to do everything herself. Everything.
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When she awoke, she was lying at a forest's edge. There was nothing there for her. No people, no supplies, no extra clothing Ð scratch that, no clothing period. The only thing she had was her wand.
And the wand was useless. She had tried every spell she knew before the shadow girl's words came back to her. It was the cost of her being alive. She now had the magic skill of a muggle.
When she remembered, the curses flowed forth. Not magical curses, plain simple curses.
She damned the shadow girl, he wand, her parents, her protector Sirius, her wand again, her parents, the sun above her, god himself, the god damned giraffe that was feeding at a nearby tree, the forest on her left, the plains on her right, the ground below her . . .
Suddenly she stopped cursing. She had cursed a giraffe. Giraffe.
How in the name of Merlin had she ended up in Africa?
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Now she was struggling to survive. She was still mostly naked, some vine and large leaves arranged like a crude skirt, a large leaf bound to her chest with more vine, and leafs wrapped around her feet tied at the ankles with vines, as still mostly naked in the jungle. Days were cold and the nights were worse. She was terribly sick from being naive enough to wait until she was thirsty to drink. For when she became thirsty, she couldn't find water. When she did, she just drank it. Not that she had a pot to boil the water in anyway. Nor did she have a fire, for that matter.
She had decided that death was her best option. Or at least whatever the living death she had been in at Hogwarts.
She had forgotten her parents; she had been too spoiled to ever think about their love, so they were easily forgotten when they were no longer there to spoil them. Dumbledore too.
Harry, though, she didn't forget. If she hadn't heard of him, of the fact that he, indeed, was the First Born, then she wouldn't be in Africa, for she never would have excepted the shadow girl's offer if she was still the First Born.
Darkness covered her vision as she though about what she would do if she ever found him.
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Sorry that this is so short. I've got me a beta reader now, so I'm going to change my promise:
I will send my beta reader a chapter no less than one a week.
(It was previously post one a week, but while I can promise to work at that pace, I can't speak for my beta.)
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Review Please!
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By the way, I'd like to thank my Beta, Katie. -This is so cool, I've never had a beta before!-
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Act One, Scene Two
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Dark Thoughts
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Eleanor wasn't sure that being alive was the better of the two options. Now that she thought about it, the shadow girl hadn't even thought said that she defiantly would be dead if she didn't except the deal. Possible death, then, had to be better.
No longer was she waited on hand and foot. She wasn't the princess any more. No longer the First Born that destined to change the world for good or bad. She had to do everything herself. Everything.
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When she awoke, she was lying at a forest's edge. There was nothing there for her. No people, no supplies, no extra clothing Ð scratch that, no clothing period. The only thing she had was her wand.
And the wand was useless. She had tried every spell she knew before the shadow girl's words came back to her. It was the cost of her being alive. She now had the magic skill of a muggle.
When she remembered, the curses flowed forth. Not magical curses, plain simple curses.
She damned the shadow girl, he wand, her parents, her protector Sirius, her wand again, her parents, the sun above her, god himself, the god damned giraffe that was feeding at a nearby tree, the forest on her left, the plains on her right, the ground below her . . .
Suddenly she stopped cursing. She had cursed a giraffe. Giraffe.
How in the name of Merlin had she ended up in Africa?
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Now she was struggling to survive. She was still mostly naked, some vine and large leaves arranged like a crude skirt, a large leaf bound to her chest with more vine, and leafs wrapped around her feet tied at the ankles with vines, as still mostly naked in the jungle. Days were cold and the nights were worse. She was terribly sick from being naive enough to wait until she was thirsty to drink. For when she became thirsty, she couldn't find water. When she did, she just drank it. Not that she had a pot to boil the water in anyway. Nor did she have a fire, for that matter.
She had decided that death was her best option. Or at least whatever the living death she had been in at Hogwarts.
She had forgotten her parents; she had been too spoiled to ever think about their love, so they were easily forgotten when they were no longer there to spoil them. Dumbledore too.
Harry, though, she didn't forget. If she hadn't heard of him, of the fact that he, indeed, was the First Born, then she wouldn't be in Africa, for she never would have excepted the shadow girl's offer if she was still the First Born.
Darkness covered her vision as she though about what she would do if she ever found him.
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Sorry that this is so short. I've got me a beta reader now, so I'm going to change my promise:
I will send my beta reader a chapter no less than one a week.
(It was previously post one a week, but while I can promise to work at that pace, I can't speak for my beta.)
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Review Please!
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By the way, I'd like to thank my Beta, Katie. -This is so cool, I've never had a beta before!-