A N: Ha, I left you hanging, literally lol. So I was just sitting in my room today and I figured "Why not update my story" So here I am, pounding out another

chapter, when no one has even reviewed the last one… (Sobs quietly) Oh well. Here's the next chapter. (:

Important note:

Most of you are probably wondering why the hell I took off Lost Legasy II: My Destiny, and most of Lost Legacy I. Here’s why. Before anyone gets mad, let me explain.

For months, I had a serious case of writer’s block. Before I get the knee jerk reaction, no I have no intentions of giving up on this story. If I did, I wouldn’t be rewriting it. The truth is, the characterization was terrible. Jada was a Mary Sue and even though I know this is fan fiction, and I know Mary Sues are common, I just never saw her as a Mary Sue character.

2. So much about the story was clicheted. For example, Jada’s use of magic without a wand. I. HATE. CLICHETS!

3. The romance between Jada and Caleb was too sudden and unlikely. Things just don’t happen like that unless you’re reading a fairytail and this is the furthest thing from a fairytail ever.

The spelling, grammar, and general style of this story was shitty. That’s all there is to it.

Please reread everything I’ve rewritten so far on this story. I did put a lot of time into editing and changing words and plot. You will see much bigger changes in the newer, better chapters to come. I am rewriting this entire story and maybe people will like this version better.

Chapter 4: Flying

It seemed like time had slowed down. I had no idea how long I had been falling. All I knew was that something had to be done before we both were killed. Wait a minute. There was something I could do. I thought back to about five minutes ago when Voldemort had been flying. I was his daughter. So if everything he had said was true, I could fly too. But how? I twisted around in the air, trying to keep track of my sister falling below me. Her pitiful screams of fear rang in my ears and I suppressed the urge to cover them. Far above me, I could hear the sound of Voldemort’s high cold laughter. I pointed my wand at Megan and redid the hover charm, watching her soar upward like a cork from a bottle again.

"Focus Gabriella Focus! If you don't you and your sister will die."

What the hell? Great. On top of everything else, I now have a voice in my head. Maybe I have finally cracked. That was weird though.

"Trust me. You're far from crazy, now consintrate. You can do this,” said my voice. I suppressed a giggle at the thought. After everything I had been through, now I was going to crack when Megan needed me most.

I didn’t really have much time to think about my sanity now though. There would be time for that later. Right now, my main concern was Megan’s safety and I didn’t want to think about how pissed off she would be at me if we both died tonight. So I focused. I thought about flying and how much I wanted to stay aloft. I thought about not wanting my sister’s body to be splattered out like a pancake on the concrete below us. I thought about how I was only thirteen and would really appreciate it if I could make it to fourteen. And then I realized that I was no longer falling. I was hovering.

"Wingardium Leviosa,” I muttered the incantation as I pointed my wand down at Megan, praying it would hold for just five more seconds.

Megan once again shot upward, but not as far this time. I winced as I pushed my dark hair back and thought of how to get us out of this situation. “Hmmm,” I thought to myself as I kept my wand aimed downward. “Now that I can hover, maybe I can fly like Voldemort.” The thought that I had anything in common with that bastard infuriated and revolted me, but I had no other option.

For a brief moment of insanity, I considered dive bombing. “Oh well,” I thought as I prepared myself for the fall. “It’s worth a try.” I pulled my legs in tight, tensed, and before I knew it I was flying so fast that the air was getting hard to breathe. I couldn’t help the small grin of satisfaction that spread across my face.

"Gab! You did it!” Megan shouted as I shot toward her. She grinned and held out her arms to me.

“Yeah, you’re safe now,” I assured her as I held onto her for dear life.

"How did you do that?" Megan asked, gripping me tightly as I began to slowly rise back up again.

"I have no idea, but we need to figure out where to go now. My dear father seems to think we're dead, and I think we should try to keep it that way. When

I passed out, I heard about a place called Hogwarts, where a man named Albus Dumbledore lived. Since we no longer have a home, maybe we should try to go

There,” I suggested, looking into my sister’s eyes. “How does that sound?”

"Hogwarts? What's that?” she asked. For once I had no answer to her question.

"I don't know, but it was in England. I learned about England in school,” I explained as I floated in mid air. “It seems to be our best bet. Maybe we should go there.”

"I agree, but what about Voldemort?” Megan asked and for the billionth time I realized I didn’t give my sister nearly enough credit.

"I promise you Megan. He will never hurt you as long as I live okay?" I prayed with everything in me that I would be able to keep that promise.

"But Gab. What you don't understand is you're not always going to be there to save the day. You're not superwoman you know," Megan said as she stared me down. I wished I could give her more assurance, but what could I say?

"Maybe not, but if you haven't noticed I can fly. I'm pretty damn close," I replied grimly. “Now let’s blow this joint.” And with that, I rose higher and took one final look at the place I had called home for so long. I was leaving it forever, hopefully never returning there. And then I turned to the east and soared away, with more questions and problems then I ever imagined I would have to deal with.

I looked at my watch about five hours later. It was now 4:00 AM and I was no closer to safety it seemed. I sighed in frustration. “What if I’m lost? I don’t even know where England is!” I thought in frustration, shifting Megan’s sleeping body to my other arm.

"Gabriella, follow your gut. It has never failed you in the past," said the ever present voice.

"Shut up!" I thought. "With all the other stuff going on right now, I don't need a voice in my head!" If I had been near a wall, my fist would have probably gone through it.

The voice mercifully fell silent after that. I sighed and increased our speed, but at 5:00, we were still over the ocean. I bit my lip to keep from crying in frustration. We were lost over the ocean with no idea where to go; it had been at least seventeen hours since either of us had eaten,

I had a voice in my head, I thought I was going insane, and above all, everything I’d ever been told about my family history had been a lie. "Focus.

You can't lose it now," I cut my bitch fest short and concentrated harder. "Megan needs you," I tightened my grip around the little bundle in my arms and increased our speed again.

By six o’clock, I was cursing this decision to go to England. What the hell was I hoping to accomplish here anyway? So it caught me completely off guard when up ahead, about an hour’s flight away, I saw a strip of beach. I laughed out loud and did

a little cartwheel in the air. Megan began stirring in my arms and another grin broke across my face.

"Gab, I'm hungry," Megan muttered sleepily.

"Can you make it a little longer, baby?" I asked as patiently as I could, shifting Megan’s weight slightly.

"I guess so," Megan sighed quietly and put her head back down on my shoulder.

I stroked her hair and grinned again. "I promise you this. He will never touch you again."

An hour later, I found myself staring at the sand. This would be the tricky part. I didn’t even want to think about what the people on the beach would think if I just casually landed right in the midst of them all, so I had to find a suitable place to land where they wouldn’t see us. Finding none, I began circling the water, getting lower and lower each time until I splashed down. From here I began swimming with strong strokes as fast as I could toward land. Five minutes later, I stepped out of the water dripping wet. “Damn that water was cold,” Megan said, standing on slightly shaky legs.

"Meg! Don't cuss like that, or I'll slap you so hard your own mama wouldn't recognize you,” I froze mid sentence and lowered my head, wishing I could take back the words. Tears never came easily to me, so I didn’t really have the patience to deal with them and Megan breaking down now was not what I needed. I felt the pain of my words and sighed. “Megan, I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking,”

"Its okay," said Megan and at that moment, we were both probably thinking the same thing. "We don't have a mama anymore. Our mama was killed by Voldemort last night."

A long, awquard silence fell between us and I strived hard to find something to break it. “Come on,” I said as I took her hand. “Let’s go find something to eat.” After searching for a while we found a place just outside of London and ordered breakfast.

"So, voice,” I asked sarcastically when we had finished eating. “Where the hell do I go next?”

I hadn’t expected an answer, so when one actually came, I stopped walking in shock. “Go into London. He will find you there.”

“Who’s he?” I asked in frustration. “I hope you’re not talking about Voldemort.”

“You will see, trust me,” and then it fell silent.

And so this is how we ended up on a crowded subway headed straight into the heart of London. I couldn’t help the nervous, apprehensive feeling I got as we sat, cramped up in the tiny car with all of the other people. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, we were off the train and walking through the busy streets of London. I kept a tight grip on Megan’s hand as we squeezed our way through the crowd.

"Gab, its no use. We've been wandering around for four hours,” Megan whined when we still hadn’t found anything that would help us find Hogwarts.

"Don't wine! We'll find it soon I promise and you’ll be able to rest. Do you want me to carry you?” I asked, trying to make her satisfied. She nodded and I lifted her casually onto my shoulders. “Everything will be okay once we get to Hogwarts.”

"Did I hear someone mentioning Hogwarts?" came a soft voice from behind us.

Every bone in my body tensed as I whirled, expecting a fight. What I did see however caught me so much by surprise that I almost dropped Megan. Standing in front of us was a tall, old man with long, white hair and an equally long beard and half moon glasses on his face. “Dumbledore!” I shouted as the first real smile broke across my face.

Albus Dumbledore looked down into the face of a girl he hadn't laid eyes on in thirteen years, Gabriella Martinez.