Andrea could feel a world full of emotion far away. Where the dewdrops smiled while the embers danced. The earth would let out a great big yawn to let the world know it was there. The rolling prairies would be covered in light.
“Andrea, care to join the rest of the class?” Her teacher called out. Andrea was sucked out of her book and felt the cold touch of reality. She covered her face in embarrassment, the white board was laughing at her. She hated it, just a blank slate filled with words that made no sense to her. The class bell gave a shout as the class had come to an end. She sighed in relief and picked up her overweight bag. The bag was in taters and she wished to throw it away. But he’s felt empathy towards it, it seemed to be messed up and in need of care just like her.
The classroom leaked out the rest of the students. Andrea was caught in the rushing river of students. Their chatters, laughs, and tears seemed to overwhelm her. The world was sucked of its color with the students. Snatching it away from her reach. The blank empty hallway whispered at her. What a weirdo, she can’t even handle school it seemed to say. Andrea opened her locker and saw a splash of color. A book! She picked it up and the world whooshed back into color.
The scene seemed to change and she was once again, among the river of students. She inhaled for confidence and stepped into the cafeteria. It had too many bright colors, too many cackles, too many words. The lunch ladies served food of disaster, colored in disgust. The faces of the lunch ladies remained emotionless, it seemed the filter was set onto greyscale. Andrea got into line and closed her eyes. Any moment away from the world was worth it. She was submerged into the prairie in which she longed to stay in.
But the moment did not last. She was zapped once again by the lunch lady. She quickly grabbed a tray as the lunch lady dumped what may have been mashed potatoes or radioactive waste. Andrea slumped back to a table that was empty, except for the gum and food that covered the seats. She did not care for it was to bright to her. And unreal, she reached into her bag and pulled out the book. She opened the book and was submerged. Back into the place she belonged, she felt a tap on the shoulder and whipped around to see another girl. Dimmer than the rest of the room in a soothing way. She wore glasses and had her hair pulled back in a braid.
“May I sit here?” The girl asked, her tone of a sweet spring morning. Andrea nodded and the girl sat down. “My name is Emily, but you can call me Em.” She declared. Then looked over at her book. “Oh! Is that Robert frost?” Emily jumped for joy when she nodded.
“I love his poetry,” she said shyly, then the light changed, into one of comfort and joy. The cafeteria was too bright but she didn’t care for once. “My names Andrea.”

My fan fiction entry. Total: 1944 words. (This was originally supposed to be the daily for switching the roles of the characters around)


Voldemort moped around the cottage, searching for his wand. “Have you seen my wand!” He called out and Beatrix peeked out of the door way.
“Ha you loose everything Voldemort, you would loose your nose if it wasn’t attached to your face. OH WAIT ITS ALREADY GONE!” She cackled then ran off casting spells on random objects in the cottage. He slumped against the wall and felt his face. His beautiful nose was gone and all that was left was two ugly holes for nostrils. “I will get you Harry Potter, I will get you.” He vowed. Clenching his fist in anger. A bird squeaked in the distance, holding a stick in between its beak. Wait, IT WAS HIS WAND. “GET BACK HERE YOU UGLY BIRD!” He screeched. Sprinting out of the door.

Harry Potter grinned to Harmonie and Ron. In his hands he held a lizard, “Let’s shove it down Draco Malfoy’s robe. They all agreed. They were in the Hogwarts hallway, students passed by them until they found Draco Malfoy passing by. He strolling with his group, Crab and Goyle.
“Hey Draco!” He yelled, shoving the lizard in his pocket and waved his hands around trying to get Dracos attention. Draco turned around and his face morphed into fear. He started walking faster and Harry sped up to match his speed. Soon Draco broke into a run, shoving people out of the way. Harry weaved through the people that Draco shoved and soon ended up beside him. Stupid Draco was too busy looking behind him that he didn’t see Harry, he also didn’t see him when he stuffed the lizard down his robe.
Draco whipped his head around and a large lump formed on his robe. Draco felt behind his robe and he screamed like a girl. The other students looked at Draco in surprise. He dropped to the floor, rolling around trying to get the lizard out. “Got something in your robe?” Harry sneered, Hermione and Ron laughed at his joke.
“Yea Draco, are you practicing for Theater? Because you’re doing an uncanny impression of a pig rolling around in the mud.” Hermonie chuckled.
“Cmon let’s leave this loser.” Harry turned around and looked straight ahead in a kingly way. The students cleared a path for him in fear. The group winded through the hallways until they came across the one where Jenny Weasley, the wimp who had gotten captured in the chamber of secrets, message had been written. The writing of course had been wiped off.
But harry still felt like it was there, etched into his eyes. Then he spot something on the ground. “What’s this?” He asked, had picked it up. He inspected it and found that it looked like a nose. “Well it’s mine now,” he snickered, stuffing it in his pocket. Now who would leave a nose just lying around?

He sighed in defeat. He still couldn’t find his nose. They were sitting in the leaky cauldron, draped in black cloaks of course, talking about what they would do next, attempt to free the dragons from their cages in Romania from Weasleys rotten brother, Charlie. Burn down the ministry to uncover how blind they were? All of those ideas would definitely get him in trouble. But doing good wasn’t always easy.
After sharing a couple cups of butter beer. They left the leaky cauldron and explored Diagon Alley. He quickly sneaked inside the Weasley’s shop. He dreaded going in there but they sold puff-skins, and Boxing Day was coming up, he really wanted to know if it was true that they sang on that day. The place was overly crowded. Why did the retched Weasley’s get all of the attention? All they did was inspect muggle items like dummies.
Candles were lit up everywhere, illuminating the area with a warm glow. Many boxes of firecrackers were everywhere. A sign in front of one of the displays read FIRE CRACKER SALE BUY TWO GET ONE FREE! It seemed to shout out. Then he spotted the puff-skins right in front of it. He dashed to it and wilted. SOLD OUT! Another sign read. Voldemort pounded the empty cage. He should have gotten one before Boxing Day was close.
“HEY ITS HARRY POTTER!” One of the shoppers shouted, pointing ahead of Voldemort. He whipped his head around to see it was indeed Harry Potter. He groaned, he had to show up every time he least expected it. The crowds rushed past him, many pushing and shoving. One of them bumped hard into him, he stumbled and knocked over the candle behind him.
A loud hiss sounded and the crowds turned away from Harry Potter for once to see Voldemort, hood torn off, standing next to the lit firecrackers. It gave a shrill screech and shot up into the ceiling. It exploded, making a huge hole in the ceiling. The crowds screamed in terror and ducked. More fireworks went off and Voldemort quickly fled the shop.
Clutching his hood over his head. He turned around to get a quick glimpse of the chaos, many of the fireworks were similar, sending flurries of sparks in every Color. Until one of them went off and Voldemort instantly recognised it, the dark mark. Many months ago, someone had cast a spell sending a symbol into the sky after one of their attempts to snatch the sorcerer’s stone from the vault, he clearly didn’t trust Dumbledore with it, he trusted no one with it. He planned on smashing it afterward but never got the chance to before Dumbledore smashed it himself, stealing all of the glory.
Anyways, the dark mark was assumed to be the sign of Voldemorts group and it stuck. They eventually gave up in fighting against it and took it as their logo. Why was a firework like that in the Weasley’s shop anyways? To answer his question he saw Harry Potter and his cronies sneaking out of the shop. They were holding a box labelled, misfit stuff. “Stupid Harry Potter,” he mumbled to himself and Harry Potter looked up from his chattering.
His face shaped into one of alarm and screeched, “VOLDEMORT, VOLDEMORT!” Harry snatched his wand from his pocket and pointed it at Voldemort. The crowds spilled out of the shop in fear and spotted Harry Potter and Voldemort. Harry looked around, relishing the attention. Rookie mistake.
“EXPELLIARMUS!” Voldemort shouted, Harry’s wand flew out of his hand. Voldemort quickly evaporated away, fleeing from the scene. (idk what the smoke thing death eaters do is called) He landed in the cottage, trying to catch his breath. Beatrice hovered over him. She looked him over and Voldemort realised that Weasley pamphlets covered him.
She laughed, “Did itty bitty Voldemort flee the scene because someone stole his candy?” She sneered. Voldemort wilted, this day couldn’t get any worse. Voldemort quickly laid on the couch next to him and closed his eyes.

Voldemort sighed in frustration as he woke up to Beatrix dancing around him, “HAHA CANT LET YOU NEAR FIRE ANYMORE VOLDEMORT!” She laughed manically, teasing him ruthlessly. She had even conjured up mini candles that floated around him reminding him of when he knocked it over. She then grabbed a firework and put it dangerously close to one of the candles.
“DONT YOU DARE!” Voldemort lunged for the fire work and snatched it from Beatrix’s hands. Beatrix face filled with fury as Voldemort yanked the fuse off of the firework and threw it in the trash bin next to him.
“Can’t take a joke that Voldemort,” she mumbled to herself and stared at him,”Why you’re just super sensitive becouse you can’t do one thing right.” She flipped her hair and skipped away cackling.
Voldemort stared at the wall in anger, first she teased him about is lost nose, now this. Voldemort quickly evaporated into the air. He landed in the forbidden forest. The other members of the group were there as well. They were plotting their next plan, it had something to do with sending Cornelius Fudge to the centaurs. They had a good view of Hogwarts.
Voldemort knew they should go deeper into the forest. They disagreed and wanted to keep tabs on the school. While Voldemort sat there wondering when this boring meeting would be over with he heard yelling behind him. He turned around to see the observation tower, on it were two people. Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. He quickly explained to the group what he saw and they all quickly teleported up there.
“Give me the elder wand Dumbledore.” Harry exclaimed, pointing his wand at Dumbledore. Voldemort knew Dumbledore should have never held the wand, he was too frail to handle its power. And now Harry was challenging him for it. “Give me the wand and you can keep your life,” Harry breathed heavily, still pointing the wand at Dumbledore.
“Now Harry Potter, I think we could reason a little bit about this if you would put your wand down.” Dumbledore was holding his hands up. Probably hoping to not die.
“Give me it now,” Harry Potter forced. In a moment Beatrix had snuck behind him and ripped Harry’s wand from his hand. With a quick tug she had snapped the wand and she threw the pieces over the edge. She pulled out her own wand and pointed it to Harry Potters head.
“Now Dumbledore, if you want to keep little Harry Potter alive, I suggest you hand over your wand.” Harry’s head was slicked with sweat. Her wand was starting to leave a bruise on his head.
“VOLDEMORT!” Harry shouted, meeting his eyes for once.
“What do you want,” He stared at the ground. Avoiding Harry
“I have something for you,” his hand shook as he slid his hand into his pocket, when he pulled it out he grasped something tightly in his hand. He spread out his clenched hand to reveal…HIS NOSE!
“NO YOU CAN NEVER HAVE YOUR NOSE BACK!” Dumbledore screamed. Beatrix quickly whipped her wand at him.
“AVADA KADVRA!” She shouted. Dumbledore suddenly went limp and tumbled off of the tower. His robe trailing behind him. The group watched as silence befell them. Under the circumstances Voldemort usually wouldn’t have done anything, he probably would have just stood there like the rest of the group. But dire times call for dire measures. He quickly snatched his nose from Harry’s palm and turned around. He quickly fixed his nose back on with a spell, he felt a great loss for Dumbledore. He wasn’t the best wizard, but he still didn’t deserve to die. Voldemort turned around.
“YOU SCOUNDREL BEATRIX THE STRANGE GET OUT OF MY SIGHTS BEFORE I KILL YOU THE WAY YOU KILLED DUMBLEDORE!” He screeched, whipping his wand at her. Beatrix cackled and pushed Harry out of her arms. He stumbled for a few moments but then quickly ran down the towers stairs, fleeing the scene.
Beatrix muttered a spell and quickly disappeared. The rest of the group did so as well. Leaving Voldemort all alone. He quickly teleported to where Dumbledore now lay in peace, only he wasn’t in peace. Towering over him was Harry Potter, grinning maliciously. He spotted Voldemort and his face morphed into confidence.
“You should be bowing Voldemort, you’re in the presence of the elder wand.” Harry declared, running his hands over the smooth wood that was on the wand.
“NEVER,” Voldemort shouted quickly whipping out his wand once again. Only Harry Potter had disappeared, leaving nothing but Dumbledore. Voldemort turned to the sky, the cloudy day signified the death of Dumbledore. He heard a crowd of students coming near. Voldemort quickly disappeared, mourning in defeat.