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Ghost In the Shack
By Hopes&Dreams

A/N: Hey, this is my 7th story to write! So enjoy the story while you can!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, except my characters!

          "Come on! Let's get a move on!" 13 year old Meagan said to her 13 year old friends, while making their way through the forest.
          "I'm tired," Leslie sighed. Then sat down on a rock to rest. "When are we going to get to the campsite? I'm exhausted!" Leslie finished.
          "Yeah, me too!" Kim joined in. Then she also sat down on a rock.
          "It's right up there, OK?" Meagan said. And started to walk faster.
          "Wait up!" Chrisy yelled after her as she ran up. "Are you sure?" she asked.
          "Yes! So come on you two!" Meagan yelled to Leslie and Kim. "See, it's right here!" She said after finding the campsite. Then she took off her backpack and sat down. "We should start setting up camp now," she finished.
          "Urg!" Leslie grunted, then she also took off her backpack. They all started setting up camp with two tents, and pots and pans for dinner and breakfast.
          When they were finished they made dinner. Fish and beef soup. Kim yawned. "We should go to bed now, I'm exhausted!"
          "No! We still have to tell stories!" Meagan said then smiled, "I think Chrisy should go first."
          "No! You are going to go first, because you put us through this!" Leslie and Chrisy told her.
          Meagan sighed. "OK, I'll start, but then it's Chrisy's turn." Meagan agreed.

          There once was a little girl who was only 10 years old when it happened. She was home with her parents. They were about ready for a party, and Bridgette, the little girl, was going to be left with a baby-sitter.
          "Honey, we will be back before 12:00," the mother reassured her daughter.
          "Yes mother. When are you going to leave?" Bridgette asked her mother.
          "As soon as the baby-sitter arrives, then we will be on our way." The mother said then smiled. At that moment the doorbell rang. "That must be the baby-sitter. I'll go answer it." The father said, then left the room. Bridgette followed her father to the door. She had never seen this babysitter.
           She saw her father open the door. There stood a person in a cloak, with the hood up. You couldn't see the face. The person stepped in and put their hand out. They were holding a stick of some sort. Then the person started muttering some words under its breath. Father looked terrified.
           Once the person stopped muttering, father grabbed Bridgette and threw her out the door. At the exact same moment, the person vanished, and the house blew up! Flames flew everywhere! Bridgette saw all of this watching from the street. Where her father had thrown her.
           Tears flooded her eyes; she burst out crying with rage. 'Why did this have to happen?' Bridgette thought to herself. Then she started running, running as far as she could from the flaming house, her dying paretns, from memories. She kept running till dawn. When she collapsed by a building of some sort, a lady came out of the building. She gasped, for there was this little girl outside, on the ground. Looking helpless.
           So she picked up the little girl and brought her into the building. Bridgette looked up once they were inside the building. It seemed to be a cafe. Then Bridgette started crying. Her parents once took her to a cafe for lunch, but tht would never happen again. Ever.
           "Well, little girl, what is wrong? What are you doing here?" the lady spoke with an English accent. She had a worried look upon her face.
           Bridgette thought before answering, if she told her what had happened she would be put into a foster home, or possibly, she would be brought back to the flaming house. She did not want to go back. With all the memories. "My parents sent me here to live with my Aunt. But she is dead, I found out. And I can't go back to my parents. They didn't want me. That's why they sent me to my Aunt. And I don't have any other relitives to go to." Bridgette finished with a tear-streaked face. It was a horrible lie, but that was all she could think of.
            "So you are homeless?" the lady asked. Bridgette nodded in conclusion. Still shaking with fear. 'The horrible memories, the horrible memories' she kept thinking to herself. The lady smiled politely. "Then I will adopt you. You need a good home. And I'm up for the job. And old enough for it too. Only 32. Oh, by the way, my name is Emily Johnson. You may keep your last name if you'd like." Emily finished.
            "OK I'll be happy to be adopted by you. My name is Bridgette..." but she trailed off. 'What if she recognized my last name!' Bridgette though to herself, then finished. "I would like your last nam...if you don't mind."
            Emily smiled again. "I wouldn't mind. It would then be Bridgette Johnson,' she finished. Emily took Bridgette to a building, which she said would make Bridgette her responsibility. Bridgette wasn't so worried now, but was still terrified, ' the flaming house, the flaming house,' she kept thinking to herself.
            When they entered the building, Emily took her up to a counter. Where Emily started speaking to a lady at the counter. Then the lady took them to an office where a man sat with black hair. Another man stood next to him, but this man had graying hair and a confused expression on his face.
           "So this is the little girl you would be adopting then?" The man with black hair asked.
           "Yes, sir," Emily answered. She sat down in a chair and motioned for Bridgette to sit next to her. Bridgette sat, starring at the man with gray hair. 'Who is he? Is he a lawyer?' Bridgette thought to herself.
           "I am Paul Mclema, and this here is my friend Cornelius Fudge," Paul spoke. He nodded to his friend Cornelius. "Cornelius here, is going to be helping us out a little bit." Paul finished.
           'Cornelius...that name sounded familiar. I think Father said it once or twice,' Bridgette thought to herself. Then Cornelius spoke to Emily. "Where did you find her?"
           "Outside of Forest Cafe. Why?" Emily said.
           "Did she seem indifferent?" Cornelius asked, ignoring the 'why.'
           "What do you mean indifferent?" Emily said in rage, "are you saying that she's crazy?"
           "No, not at all. Just we need to know a little about her, that's all." Cornelius finished. He then gave Bridgette a strange glance.
           "Bridgette, what were your parent's last name?"
           Now Bridgette was really scared. 'Who is he? What does he want?' she thought to herself. Bridgette gulped. "McAllen." There, she finally spit it out. But what was going to happen next?
           "What? McAllen, what happened to your parents Bridgette? Were going to have to call them, to let them know you've been adpoted, you know?" Cornelius said with a strange expression on his face.
           "Nothing happened to my parents, sir. And I don't know where they are," Bridgette lied.
          "Bridgette, I repeat, 'what happened to your parents?'" Cornelius forced her.
          "Stop! What do you think you're doing to this child?!?" Emily spoke with rage in her voice.
          "I must know why this child is here! And what happened to her parents!" Cornelius said in rage also. Then he turned to Bridgette. "Now tell me what happened to your parents, Bridgette!" This tone of voice scared Bridgette.
          "My parents were going to a party, then the doorbell rang, they thought it was the babysitter..." Bridgette told the story. "But it wasn't. It was a person with a clock. And...and...you couldn't see their face. The person had a stick in their hand, and put their hand, with the stick out. Then the person started muttering. My Father threw me out the door. And the person vanished. And I watched from the street where my Father had thrown me, as the house burst into flames, my parents died, so I ran, and ran. I collapsed by a cafe, where Emily found me, and she brought me here." Bridgette finished, close to tears, from repeating the awful memories. Bridgette looked at the people sitting around her. Emily, with her jaw hanging. Paul, with a confused expression on his face. Cornelius, with a worried expression on his face.
            "Bridgette, we have to take you from Emily. I'm sorry, but you don't belong here." Cornelius said.
            "What do you mean? I want to stay with Emily. And I do belong here!" Bridgette said and burst into tears. 'Why does my life have to be like this!' she thought to herself in rage. 'Why!' she just wanted to be with her parents. That's all.
            "You can't stay with Emily. You have to come with me. NOW!" Cornelius said and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the door.
            "Help! Emily! Please! I want to stay! Don't take me! Please!" Bridgette shouted, not caring about the strange looks she was getting. "Emily! Please! Help! Oh, please, oh, please, don't take me!" Then Bridgette burst into tears while being dragged out of the building.
            "Good-bye Bridgette!" Emily shouted after her. Emily was crying silently. Cornelius pushed Bridgette into a taxi. While she sat down, she put her face into her hands. "Why? Oh, please tell me why. Why did this have to happen to me, of all people? I dont' want to go. I want to stay with Emily! Please, take me back. No, I don't want to leave." Bridgette kept repeating over and over again. Until Cornelius spoke.
           "Bridgette, it is for your own good that you leave. You will see soon why you had to go." That was all he said. Till we finally stopped. "Well, now Bridgette we must get out," Cornelius said, and dragged her out of the taxi. While he paid for the taxi ride, Bridgette looked around. They had stopped at what looked like an old run down bar.
           "Why are we here?" Bridgette asked in amusement.
           "This is where you will be staying for a couple days." Cornelius answered. "For about 4 days, exactly," he finsihed.
           "At a bar? And why am I staying only for 4 days? Then where will I go after that?" Bridgetted asked in confusion.
           "It is not a bar, it is a hotel. You are staying for only for 4 days because after you are going somewhere else. You are going to a boarding school then." Cornelius finsihed.
            "What? A boarding school! But why can't I just go to a normal one instead? And why even go to school?" Bridgette asked.
            "You must be trained." Was all Cornelius said.
            "Trained? What is that suppose to mean?" Now Bridgette was really confused.
            "I will explain later. Now we will go get you a room. Then we will go get your stuff for school. Then your Muggle clothes. Then dinner, and lights out." Cornelius finished.
           "Muggle clothes? What's that?" Bridgette asked with a confused tone.
           "I told you I will explain later." Cornelius said. Then entered the building, closely followed by Bridgette. When they entered, Bridgette saw all of these strange people inside. People with fur on their faces, people that were very ugly, and many more. Bridgette felt very alone. Cornelius told her to wait while he went to get the key to her room. When he came back, he had a long silver key. "OK, now let's go get your stuff for school!" but Cornelius was cut off by an owl flying through the window! Bridgette screeched. The owl surprised her. Then the owl landed on Cornelius' shoulder. Cornelius took the letter the owl had in its break. And the owl flew away, once more. Cornelius read the letter, then said
            "OK, someone else is going to have to get your stuff for you. I have some business to tend to. He will arrive soon." With that Cornelius walked out the door, leaving Bridgette alone to wonder.
             'Where did he go? What is he talking about? And who is coming soon?' Bridgette thought to herself. Then a man with flaming red hair entered the hotel.
            "Hello, you must be Bridgette. My name is Mr. Weasley." Mr. Weasley said as he approached Bridgette.
            "Yes," was all Bridgette could say.
            "Well then, let's get a move on! You only got 4 days time to prepare." Mr. Weasley said as he guided her out the back door.
            "Prepare for what?" Bridgette asked in allusion.
            "You don't know? Oh, Cornelius didn't tell you yet. Well, in that case I'll tell you when we go for your school stuff." Mr. Weasley seemed a lot more friendly then Cornelius. Then a black owl flew in. This time Bridgette didn't scream. She just felt a little annoyed of these owls. The owl flew right to Mr. Weasley. He took the letter from its beak and read it.
            "Oh, I have to pick up my son and his friend. At the moment...well no use in leaving you here. My son and his friend need their school stuff too. So let's get a move on." Mr. Weasley said, then turned around and went back into the hotel. Bridgette followed. When they were out of the front door, Mr. Weasley signaled for a taxi. Then they were on their way to Mr. Weasley's house.
            When they got there, Bridgette was astounded! It was a very tall house, it looked like it had 5 stories! They entered the house, and Bridgette saw a plump woman, also with flaming red hair. The woman said, "hello! I'm Mrs. Weasley. How are you? Would you like something to eat?" Mrs. Weasley said all of this very fast.
           "Hi. I'm fine. I'm Bridgette. I'm not hungry." Was all Bridgette could think of to say.
           "Well, Ron is upstairs, he will be down in a second." Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley.
           "OK," Mr. Weasley said. Then he turned to Bridgette, "then we will go get his friend. Is that OK?"
           "Yes," Bridgette answered, she wasn't in the mood to talk. Then at that moment, Bridgette heard footsteps from the stairs.
           "OK, I'm ready, let's go get Harry." Ron said as he entered the kitchen (where they were.)
           "Ron, this is Bridgette, she will also be attending Hogwarts this year. She's first year," Mr. Weasley said.
           "Hi," Ron said to me, then smiled.
           "Hi," I also said and smiled back. 'Now we have to get his friend. What was his name? Oh, Harry, that was it.' Bridgette thought to herself. Then the three of them left. Mrs. Weasley was calling after them.
           "Good-bye! Have a nice time!" But Bridgette ignored her, she kept thinking what was going on!
           They drove to Ron's friend's house. "Well, here we are! Now let's go get him," Mr. Weasley said. They walked up to the front door, and Ron rang the doorbell. Then a horse-like woman answered the door. "Hello. How may I help you?" The woman asked.
           "Is Harry home?" Ron asked her. Then a look of rage crossed her face.
           "No! I don't know a Harry!" She spit out, and then slammed the door in their faced.
           "How rude!" Bridgette yelled back. She was surprised she was even able to say anything at all!
           "Maybe we could throw rocks at Harry's window. And he can climb down the pipe." Ron said walking around the house, and pointing to a narrow pipe that led to the ground from Harry's room.
           "OK, but don't break the window!" Mr. Weasley said. Then grumbled something like 'If Molly only could see now.' Ron picked up a pebble and threw it at the top window, 'cling.' Someone came to the window. It was a boy who was about 15. He had black hair, and green eyes, with glasses.
           "Harry! Hurry up!" Ron hissed to the boy.
           "What--" then Harry understood and went to grab his things. "OK! I'm ready!" Harry hissed back. He threw his trunk down, and Hedwig's cage, who was out. Then Harry flew down on his broomstick and landed safely.
           "OK, let's hurry it up!" Ron hissed, and started pacing to the car. They all got into the car and drove off. Ron introduced BRidgette to Harry, and they were all on their way to get stuff for school.

To Be Continued?