Rescue Me Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

So.. this is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so i probably have stuff wrong.. and i may be rubbish, but i will let you decide that!

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Those few last minutes before your eyes open to the glaring morning sunshine, are usually spent remembering where you are, what happened before you got here, why you can't simply go back to dreamland.

Today mine are spent thinking about the life I have to leave behind today.

I open my eyes and peel the numerous limbs of passed out teenagers off of my body. Looking around the room i get a feel for what our night turned out like. About twenty teens lay unconscious in various corners of the badly crashed bedroom, empty plastic cups, bottles and various items of clothing thrown around leaving someone a very heavy cleaning job later. I make sure I have my essential clothes on, my phone and grab my iPod off of the speakers and tip toe to the door. Once I close the door I disapperate to my bedroom, where an angry looking woman in her forties is standing.

"Hello mother."

"Don't you Hello mother me? Where have you been all night?" she shouts, which sounds like screaming with massive hangover I am carrying right now.

"I was at Josie's, we kind of lost track of time…" I say rubbing my temples trying to ease the pressure inside my brain.

"I just don't know what to do with you anymore! It's a good job you're going to Hogwarts today, maybe they can control you." She flicks her wand and my trunk closes and shrinks, "you don't have time to change, now take my arm before you miss the train." I grab my sunglasses off of my bedside table and take my mother's arm, and with one last look at my room we disapperate to the platform.

I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Bellatrix, Trixie for short, and no I'm not related to the psychotic death eater Bellatrix Lestrange. I grew up home-schooled by my strict parents for most of my life, always obeyed the rules and whatnot until I cracked one day. I have slowly being spiralling out of control ever since. I am seventeen years old and I party hard!

My parents don't like the fact that I am out of control because according to them it 'ruins the family's thousand year old rep'. To be honest I couldn't care less! They have decided to send me to some magical boarding school where I can be put in my place.

Oh and there is the little fact that I am a famous singer. Though the wizarding world haven't really heard of me.

So here I am stood in the small toilet stall on the train about to throw up most of last night's alcohol consumption. Enlarging my shrunken bottles of vodka in my pocket I drink half a bottle to calm my nerves. I am dressed in light denim short shorts, and a loose black lace vest top with five inch black heels. You can see my black bra through my top, classy I know, but they guys at the parties I go to don't seem to mind. I have yesterday's makeup on, luckily it still looks ok, but my hair was originally curled to perfection, but due to my wild night now has glitter in it and is slightly backcombed. It didn't look too bad…

I put my sunglasses back on, put my earphones in, turned up my iPod and walked aimlessly up and down the train trying to find an empty seat; finally I find one but the cart looks full of snobbish pricks and was decorated with green and silver. The song 'Miami to Ibiza' by Tinie Tempah was blasting through my brain as I walked into the cart and sat next to a rather tense looking Blonde hottie. Not that I was going to tell him that.

I leaned forward onto the table and rubbed my temples again trying, and failing, to get rid of the hangover.

All of a sudden one of my earphones was ripped from my ear, so I turned to face the blonde.

"What the fuck are you doing?" anger seeping through my voice.

"What the fuck are you doing? Who said you could sit next to me?" his voice was rather husky right now.

"In case you haven't noticed, this is the only available seat."

"The journeys nearly over, did you decide you didn't like standing or something? Stupid filthy mud blood, you look like a common whore. Shouldn't you be on a street corner?"

I stood up and leant over him, our faces nearly touching.

"I'm pureblood, you prick and FYI, there isn't anything common about me. Bitch." As I walk away I sway my hips a little more than usual to satisfy the rest of the men in the cart.

After all the first years get sorted, I get sorted into Slytherin, which is the house the blonde prick belongs to. Joy. The headmaster is getting towards the end of his boring speech that I should be listening to, but instead I have spent it locked in a fierce glaring contest with Draco (as I have overheard his friends call him).

"… and finally I would like to welcome a very special new student this year. Her name is Bellatrix, some of you may have heard of her before, but for those unfortunate not to, why don't you come and give us a song." I choke on the pumpkin juice I was swallowing and look at the long bearded man.

"Come on, we haven't got all day!"

I get up and make my way to the front of the hall. Some of the female teachers look at me with disgust as they take in my outfit (having neglected to change into my robes).

"Hello, I'm Bellatrix. This is one of my newer songs I have used on my latest tour."

I was taking a very big risk singing this in school, but what the heck, I love it!

The beat started and a microphone magically appeared in my hand.

Na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
Na na na na

Feels so good being bad (Oh oh oh oh oh)
There's no way I'm turning back (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure (Oh oh oh oh oh)

I get up onto the slytherin table and start walking slowly down it.

Love is great, love is fine (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Out the box, outta line (Oh oh oh oh oh)
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more (Oh oh oh oh oh)

I use wand less magic to make chains appear around my wrists so they drag on the table behind and a whip in my hand.

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

I sway my hips as I walk closer to Draco and his friends.

Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it (Na na na)
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it

S-S-S & M-M-M
S-S-S & M-M-M
I get down and straddle Draco, giving him a little lap dance, acting like we were having sex.

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on
It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong
And meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah ah ah
I like it-like it
I walk back to the front of the hall and face the students.

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but chains and whips excite me

When the music fades out the entire hall erupts in cheers as the teachers give disapproving looks.

"Thanks everybody, I'm here all year!"

I look towards the Blonde hottie, wink and walk out of the hall to go find my room, only I didn't make it that far. When I get to the grass patch outside I trip while looking at the blurry stars and fall over laughing. I think the alcohol has finally set in properly. Suddenly I'm being picked up and carried away by my blonde haired prick.

"Who said you could touch me? You have to pay upfront, otherwise I could get scammed!"

"A prostitute joke. Funny. I'm a prefect which means I have to look after my house, don't be thinking your anything special." He states with a concentrated look plastered on his handsome face.

"Do you know your kind of hot?" blurting that out before I could stop myself.

"Yes. I am aware." He put me down on something soft and instantly I drift off into a slumber, but not before I hear him say, "I'm glad you don't remember me."