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Finding Love: The First Year by HPluvergirl
Chapter 1 : Prologue-Fighter
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In the northern part of England, I'm learning how to sword fight. I'm actually a senior in the class. The best in it, other than my best friend Allen.

Allen his quite attractive, or so people say. I haven't paid much notice, to be quite honest. His hair is a soft brown, and his eyes are green. Ok so maybe I have payed attention to his looks.

I'm fourteen, by the way. I'm also a witch who has been home schooled for the past three years. I'm a metamorphmagus also.

We aren't using real swords, because we are just sparring. We are using wooden sticks.

I dodge a hit from Allen. "Nice try Al, but you have to do better than that!"

I send a swing to his feet, and he dodges. But while he is distracted, I elbow him in the stomach. He falls to the ground, and I sit on top of him, holding the wooden stick to his throat.

"Rule number one: Never get distracted. Once you are distracted, you give your enemy perfect opportunity." I say.

"Alicia, come here." My instructor says. No one knows his name, we just call him 'struct'. I walk over to him.

"What is it?"

"You've been accepted into Hogwarts. Your mom has all of your things. You are going to be leaving tomorrow to catch a train at 11." Struct says. He never jokes, so I know it's for real.

"Ok. Thank you, sir." I say. He dismisses me, and I run to Allen. He's up now, rubbing his stomach.

"Slow down killer." Allen says. Killer is what he calls me. It's mainly because, if I wanted to, I could kill a grown man.

"Allen, I was accepted into Hogwarts!" I say. This fight school is strictly for home schooled witches and wizards, so I can't attend this school anymore.

"Ali, that's great." He says.

"You could at least act excited for me." I say.

"It's kind of hard to be excited about losing my best friend."

"You aren't losing me forever. There will still be holidays and summers."

I don't necessarily want to leave him, but it's best for my education.

"I know, it's just not going to be the same."

"Al, I know. Will you come to the train station with me? I have to be there at 10 'til 11."

"You know it killer."

"Thanks Al." I say.

"No problem." He says.

I walk to my dorm, which Allen and I share. I pack up my clothes and my own wand, which my mother bought me when I was 11. I get under my bed, and grab my blue-bladed sword. I can't leave it here. I made the sword, it's a part of me, it's my lifeline.


It's 10:45 on September 1st. I'm looking around at every other student. I'm nervous. Not scared, I never get scared. Struct, Allen, and my mother has come to see me off.

"Mum, don't go whoring around for money now." I say. Before I was in the fight school, she was a prostitute too make money so we could survive. But the fight school provided provisions and housing for both my mother and I.

"What if" She begins, but I cut her off.

"No what ifs, no buts. You can't." I say, harshly.

"Ok, I won't. Honey, please be careful. I love you."

"I will. I love you to, mum." No other sign of affection, just empty words that neither of us mean. I turn to Struct. "You better watch out for everyone. If you don't I will personally kill you." I pat the sheath of my sword.

He smiles, and I mean actually smiles. "I've taught you well, young one."

"That you have, old one. Allen has the bruises to prove that." I say. He pats me on the shoulder. I turn to Allen.

"Killer, don't let them push you around. If one of then tries to harm you in any way, let me know, I will personally kill them."

"Al, that won't happen. Watch out for my mother. Don't let her do anything dangerous and don't let her starve." I tell him.

"You know I will Ali." He says. I see a tear leave his eyes.

"Al, please don't cry. You look weak when you cry." Translated into: "Al, please don't cry. I hate too think of you being upset and I'll cry to."

"You're right." Translated into: "Ok. I know you will, but I hate loosing you."

As if on cue, Allen hugs me. He's never, in the long time I've known him, hugged anyone. I hug back, and we stay like that for about five minutes.

"I'll miss you killer." He whispers into my ear.

"I'll miss you too, Al." I whisper back. We break the hug. I look at my watch. 10:55.

"Bye guys. I'll see you later!" I say as I run towards the train.

I don't even notice when I ran into someone.

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