Among The Great Fight

A dying ten year old wishes to meet her favorite author. So when Give A Wish foundation gives Eliza a chance to meet the amazing JK Rowling, she takes it in a heartbeat. With Eliza being very ill and not aloud to go anywhere outside the hospital, Jk Rowling comes to her with a warm welcome.

After meeting with Jk Rowling, Eliza starts noticing something strange going on with her body. Her head feels like it was hit with a bowling ball, and she feels an uncomfortable reason to sleep. It doesn't help that her nose started bleeding and she pukes up her last meal. But, the thing that was even stranger, was the fact that no body seems to notice to her. Its like she is a ghost.
So when she finally gives up fighting the amount of sleep, she wakes up to a world filled with magic. The world that her favorite author made and the world that everybody comes to know and love.
Travel with Eliza on this incredible adventure as she is part of the forgotten story of Harry Potter.


3. The Express

I look around seeing a big red train with black puffy smoke coming from the engine. I pushed threw the large groups of crowds. I noticed carriages already filled up only leaving a few left. I also saw kids hugging their families and laughing while saying goodbye.

I gripped my bags tighter as I was alone. My mother just simply nudge me off telling Anna to hand me my stuff and get me to the gate 9 and 3/4. My father didn't even come downstairs to say goodbye. He told my mother to tell me to befriend the true bloods.

I knew what he meant. Ever since I asked my mother who the Malfoy's were, they never lived that moment down.

The Malfoy's?" The snobby women asked. I nod my head. "You're asking such ridiculous questions Eliza." She snapped. My eyes flinched with a shade of fear. "You know darn well that we are great friends and co-workers with them." My cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. I smiled faintly. "Sorry." I mumbled, my head bowed down to my feet.

The blonde women jut stared at me, along with the tiny wrinkles near her eyes. She almost seemed to study me like a biologist studying a new creature.

When I was sure she was going to yell at me for something I, myself wasn't sure of, she surprised me when she called in Anna.

She rung in a tiny gold bell- a bell that looked like it would be in Santa sled. "Anna." She repeated over and over again until a figure with a worry expression rushed in the room.

She stopped ringing the bell and turned to Anna, looking like she was some sort of disappointment. "Anna, would you care to pack Eliza bags?" Anna, wearing a black and white dress with a lace flower at the end of the sleeves, nodded slowly while walking out of the room.

The women with the dark shade of green dress turned to me still studying me. Only speaking when she noticed I was staring down at my feet.

I snapped back when hearing a loud horn. I quickly jumped back but noticed it was only a warning. With that I rushed to put my heavy load of bags away.

As I got on the train, all the compartments were filled except one by the very back of the train which had two boys sitting in there.

There was one who had dark hair, glasses and a very strange looking scar that looked like a lighting bolt. While the other had ginger hair and green eyes.They both looked to be about my age sitting there exchanging names.

I crept into the compartment which alerted both boys. I glanced at them asking if I could sit here.

"Of course! Hi I'm Ron." The ginger head said. I smiled faintly. The dark haired boy just sat there faintly smiling as well. "The compartments are full aren't they?" He asked. I nodded my head.

We all exchanged names and I found out that the dark hair boy was named Harry Potter. I also found out that he was famous for surviving an attack that was made to kill him. Which, in the end, left his parents dead and him living with his muggle aunt, uncle and cousin, who in Harry's opinion, are horrible.

Ron I found out comes from a large family named the Weasley's. He is the second youngest and has large expectations to follow as his older brothers already accomplished most of them already. I could tell by the paper bag in his lap that he didn't come from a rich wizard family.

As Harry and Ron were finishing talking about Ron's grey fat rat, and nearly telling us he's poor, Harry surprised me when he told he had to wear Dudley's, his cousin, old clothes.

I just sat there quietly listening to what they were saying. I had no clue how to react to this. Should I pat them on the back? Should I not say anything?

I answered my own question when Ron asked me about my family. I froze and faintly frowned. "I'm an only child." I said softly. Harry added a "me too." And Ron added "you're lucky." I didn't say much after that.

Suddenly a women slid back the door. "Anything off the carts, dears?" She asked. I got up along with Harry looking what was on the cart. While Ron just sat there a paper bag gripped in his hands.

I looked at the candy on the cart seeing what looked insting to me, Berlie Bott's, Every Flavor Beans, and Chocolate Frogs. While Harry got a little bit of everything.

As the dimpled women left, Ron got out lumpy packages to unwrap it leaving in four sandwiches. "She always forgets I don't like corned beef." Harry and I looked at each other. "Swap you for one of these." Harry said while holding a pumpkin pasty in one hand, winging it around in the air.

"You don't want this, it's all dry. She doesn't got much time with the five of us." Ron blurted out quickly.

"Go on have a pasty." Harry said. "Have a Chocolate Frog as well." I insisted.

As we were all eating away through Harry's and I candies, we had forgotten about Ron's sandwiches. They lay untouched like the lonely graves from the 17th century.

As Harry was opening a bag of Bertie Bott's, Ron warned him to be careful. "When they mean every flavor, they MEAN every flavor."

I lay quietly watching the two go through the bag, seeing them gag and laugh away the funny tasting ones like pepper and sprouts.

My eyes were shutting down. I was trying to fight to stay awake to see the two boys funny reactions to the flavor beans. 
But just like fighting to stay alive, they will be times were you cannot fight back no more. Your muscles are too weak, your head feels like you got shoved in an ice maker and you are just tired of fighting something you know will end up taking your life.

So when my eyes swiftly starts to close, I let the darkness take over, leaving me to dream.

A dark green screen was all I seen. Like it was some type of movie screen. It slowly faded out and that's when I noticed something was moving.

It was a bright lime green slithering its way towards a figure. My eyes widen as big as the moon. It was a snake! A figure just stood there by a small lake by a hill speaking towards the snake.

That's when the snake stopped and got bigger. It stood as tall as the black haired man, with a drowsy expression, now started speaking towards him.

They spoke for a while- they were in a deep conversation. Hand in hand, nothing breaking their concentration. They were talking about someone named Voldemort. They spoke of him coming back and this time for good.

I heard that name before. I began to think. "But where?"

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Harry mentioned something about his parents being killed. Was it who they speak of? Voldemort? But why would he be coming back? I thought he was dead! That's why Harry got the scar on his forehead.

I see the snake slithering away, making its way towards the tall grass. The man, however, just stands there glazing out into the the sunset while fading away into blackness.

I wake up hearing a different voice and then hearing a yes come from Harry. I flick open my eyes seeing three mean looking figures in the doorway. They called out their names, as I recognized one of them, as he had a pale face and almost white hair. "Draco Malfoy." I blurted out. Surprising everyone in the compartment.

Ron cough and I knew it was on purpose. Draco looked at the two of us. "Think my names funny do you? No need to ask who you are. I heard the Weasley have red hair, freckles and more children then they can afford." He turned to Harry completely ingoring me like I was a ghost.

"Potter, you'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Harry stared at Draco for a while before speaking. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."

He pale skin turned pink as he quickly engages my existence. "Does your mother know your hanging with the wrong kind?" He asked with a tad bit of anger and hilmilluation in his voice.

I stared blankly at him blinking a few times. "I see you haven't changed." I said cooly, completely ignoring his question.

He glared coldly at me. "You didn't answer my question."

I sigh before speaking. "Is it even your concern to be worrying about my parents?" I asked.

As his skin was pink before, now his skin was red. Black steam pouring out from his ears. His breathing became heavy, as if he was trying to cover up he was pissed. "Griswold." He said before leaving with the two figures as he came in with.

Ron's jaw dropped. "You're one of them?" He asked, confusion in his voice. I nodded my head. Ron just stared blankly not knowing what to do. Harry spoke up "you know each other?" I nodded my head once again.

I was just as confused as Harry must be. Does it really matter who your friends are? I know what my mother said. It was glued to the back of my mind like glue. Sticky glue.

After a minute of awkward silence, Ron spoke up. "You don't like him do you?" I nodded my head. "I saw him picking on this kid at a bookstore in Dragon Ally." I paused before continuing. "It just so happens that are families work together."

Ron smiled and so did I. Harry was left confused as before. Although, It didn't matter much as in view was a huge castle that was bigger than four football stadiums. I aw at amazement as so did Ron and Harry. The now steaming glass window blurry the view as we crept closer and closer. "Hogwarts." As I hear someone yell.

I hate doing these but I would like to add that I will be going back and fixing spelling mistakes along with grammar, and for now here's chapter 3. Enjoy! 
Dedication is to my friend Mackenzie.


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