Running to a Magical Land

Ever since they'd died, it had been my brother, Tom and I. To start with, everything was alright but as the months passed, everything went downhill. Tom acted as if something had possessed him and strange things kept happening to me. Magical things. Magical things I couldn't explain, I'd learnt to except that these things were happening but the powers were growing stronger.


2. The Big-Bearded Man

Chapter 2 – The Big-Bearded Man

            We were walking out to Tom’s beaten up, wreck of a car when something caught my eye. I was probably just hallucinating from the amount of blood I’d lost a few minutes ago but I swear I saw the headlight of a motorbike … in the sky. I stopped and stared not for very long, though, for as fast as I had noticed it, it was gone. Tom noticed me staring, into nothing, and grabbed my arm forcefully before leading me to the vehicle.

            I sat in the back. Not because I wanted to but because I wasn’t allowed to sit in the front of the car. The radio blared out a cacophony of sounds as Tom tried to re-tune it but I had trouble hearing anything. This was the first time I had sat in the car since it had happened. The memory of the accident was so clear in my head, even though it was 2 years ago; I remembered it like it only happened yesterday.

            “Happy Birthday!” The car bellowed as Tom clambered in after a long day at school. His face immediately lit up and the fresh cut on his lip seemed to stop bleeding for a split second. He clicked his seatbelt into place and we pulled away from his school, on our way to a restaurant. He pulled a tissue from his bag and held it to his bleeding lip. He looked out the window in awe as we passed Kings Cross Station. He wanted to work there so badly because he’d heard rumours about people running through the wall between platforms 9 and 10. His gaze was stolen away from the window when he heard a crash. Both Tom and I whipped our heads to the front of the car only to see two motionless bodies. Two dead bodies. Bodies that were once so cheerful and meant everything to the 16 year-old boy and 8 year-old girl.

            Blinking brought me back to reality. It may be a reality I’d never want to be in but it was better than re-living the chaos that had turned a happy little boy into a merciless devil. I looked to my right and saw that we were passing Kings Cross Station; I looked at my hands that were resting in my lap, not wanting to be reminded of that night. A flicker of light flashed in front of the car and my head looked up fast enough to see the motorbike land on the motorway next to us. My eyes widened and I shuffled to the left-hand side of the car, unwound the window and stared at the big-bearded man.

            “Evie?” He unmistakably yelled.

“Evie Conoway?” He asked again.

            “That’s me.” I said, surprised that this mammoth of a man knew me.

            “Open the door.” I thought I heard him say but when I did nothing, he repeated the sentence with a slight tone of urgency. “Open the door.”

            “Get your head inside!” Tom yelled from the front of the car. “You’ll ruin your make up and people will know.”

            “Take this.” The bearded man calls from his motorbike as he hands me a helmet and a pair of goggles. I look to Tom, then at the chance of freedom in my hands. I put the helmet on and see Tom’s evil green eyes stare at me through the mirror.

            “Good-bye, Tom.” I say as loudly as I can. As confidently as I can.

            “And where do you think you’re going?” He asks me. “We’re in the middle of nowhere you can run to.” His eyes narrow – challenging me.

            “To ‘Ogwarts.” The voice from outside the car says. He opens the car door, grabs me by the shoulders and places me in the side car; flicks a switch and we fly into the air, away from Tom. Away from him forever.

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