London Bridge is Falling Down
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, Falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Take a key and lock her up,
Lock her up, Lock her up.
Take a key and lock her up,
My fair lady.
Chapter One: I see London I see France, I see London's underpants?
I hate my name, who in their right mind names a kid after a nursery rhyme, my parents, that's who. Of course they didn't name me something like Jack from the Jack be nimble rhyme. (That would be really odd because I'm a girl.) They decided to name me London Bridge, and that's just my first name. My first name is London Bridge, not my first and last name. My full name is London Bridge Falls. As you can imagine I've always gotten teased. This year won't be any different and I know it.
I'm a witch if you didn't know. I'll attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but I rather wish I wasn't. My brother, Jack (who is both nimble and quick.) is a Slytherin and my parents are Death Eaters. This means I'm supposed to be in Slytherin too. I'm a pureblood; our family is in ranks with the Malfoy family. This is the part I don't like. Even though I'm only eleven I know I hate Voldemort. Nobody knows it but me, me and Sirius Black.
Sirius Black is my only friend. We may only be friends because once when I was seven I got slapped at his family's Christmas party and cried, then got slapped several more times. He came to comfort me because my brother failed to. Until Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor we would always secretly rebel against our families. Now he does it openly and I'm not aloud to talk to him much. My mother told me that even though Sirius made it through a year with Muggle friends; I'm not quite as lucky.
And that is where I am right now, waiting for the Hogwarts Express. Jack is off with his friends and mother is pretending to fuss about me. I have no clue why, my father arrived with us because Jack isn't of age yet, and I was side alonging with mother. Then he left after saying goodbye. He didn't care, and neither should my mother.
"Now London Bridge." Mother started gripping my wrists as she addressed me with my full name as usual.
"I know your father and I haven't been very strict with you but things are going to change if you aren't put in the right house. Your summer won't be pleasant if you're put into Gryffindor." She whispered harshly. She twisted my wrists backwards sharply before disappearing.
I sighed and rubbed my wrists. I had purple hands to add to my collection of bruises. (Yes I had a collection from both falling and her.)
"London!" A male voice called. I turned around only to see Sirius. I grinned.
"Sirius!" I cried. He hugged me, lifting my feet off the ground. I laughed, I hated being very short, so he always lifted me up when we hugged. Three boys soon appeared behind Sirius.
"Who's that?" One of the boys with jet black hair asked.
"This." Sirius stated pausing before continuing, "Is London Bridge." It was quiet for a moment before they all cracked up.
"Just call me London or Bridge or something." I mumbled, face red.
"Oh and London, this is James, Remus, and Peter." Sirius explained. I nodded to each.
"We should get on the train now." Remus suggested. I nodded and we all climbed on dragging our trunks. When we found an empty compartment and all sat down there was an awkward silence. I, being the social butterfly I am started a wonderful conversation about Quiddtich. Not exactly. I wasn't the social butterfly so I sat there and stared blankly out the window.
"So, what house do you want London." James asked me, trying to break the silence that didn't seem like was usually there. The four boys seemed pretty close, I wasn't close with many people, I mean I've only ever had one friend besides preschool.
"Umm." I replied. I wanted Slytherin so I wouldn't die (I'm not sure if it's sarcasm.), but I'd rather be in Gryffindor like them. I figured if I told them Slytherin they wouldn't like me much anymore.
"I wouldn't mind Gryffindor." I muttered. Sirius smiled. He knew that wasn't my favorite topic so he switched the topic.
"Did you end up getting the tickets for last Saturday James?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah, my dad got two and it was so cool." James replied before they got into a deep conversation.
I would have followed but I wasn't allowed to follow Quiddtich. My mum wanted me to be a lady, and according to her sports aren't lady like. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to try out for the Quiddtich team, if I made it she'd be mad.
"I'm going to go change into my robes." Peter said. Everyone nodded and I set off to the bathrooms to change. I walked into the girl's bathroom and quickly changed into the black school robes. On my way out I walked into a very pretty red head.
"Sorry." I muttered.
"It's okay." She replied. I gave her a smile as I walked away.
I wandered back to the compartment thinking about my own looks compared to that girl I saw. She had long red hair, I too had long hair but it was brown and not special at all. I had bluish greenish eyes, and she had two emeralds. The girl also had height on her side. I sighed; I suppose everyone here was pretty too. I slid the compartment door open and sat back down.
An hour or so later we reached our destination. We all climbed out of the train.
"London go over there, see you soon." Sirius told me. I walked over to where Sirius had pointed and where a large man (probably half giant.) was hollering for those in my year.
"C'mon, follow me – any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" Hagrid, the half giant called. We all trudged after him, to a few dozen boats. I switched my focus across the lake to the castle. I smiled; I was going to get to live in the gorgeous castle for a whole seven months.
"No more'n four to a boat!" He cried again. I climbed into a boat and was soon joined by the red head and two other guys.
"I'm Lily Evans." The red head introduced herself. I shook her hand.
"I'm London Bridge Falls, but just call me London." I said in return. She giggled when she heard my name.
"Falls, are you sure you're a falls?" A boy asked. He had black hair and I knew he was a Black, Regulus Black to be precise. I'd seen him at many parties but had always tried to avoid him.
"Yeah." I mumbled. He sneered, along with the light headed boy he was talking too.
"Why does he care about your last name?" Lily asked. I figured she was a muggleborn.
"It's because his family's a bunch of jerks." I explained. Lily seemed confused but she nodded pretending to understand. Luckily we arrived moments later. We all clambered out of the boats and began to hike to the castle. When we arrived Hagrid left and another teacher arrived.
"I'm Professor McGonagall. In a few minutes you'll follow me into the Great Hall and you'll be sorted into one of the four houses. The house will be like your family. Now follow me." The professor explained. She lead us into the Great Hall where all eyes turned to us, then to a hat on a stool in the center of the hall that began to sing.
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find,
A smarter hat than me,
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head,
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
Everyone clapped as the hat finished. Professor McGonagall pulled out a scroll and began to call names.
"Adams, Ashley." She called. A timid blonde walked up and sat down on the stool. A moment later the hat talked again.
"Ravenclaw!" The hat cried. A few more names were called, then "Evans, Lily." I gave her a nudge and she walked up there.
"Gryffindor!" The hat called. I clapped as she sat down at the table, the first to be sorted there.
"Fajita, David." McGonagall called. A dark haired boy confidently walked up. Before the hat fully covered his head the hat had an answer, Slytherin. I knew I was next.
"Falls, London Bridge." Professor McGonagall called. The hall broke into laughs, and I turned bright red as I stalked up to the stool. The hat was placed on my head.
"Hum, Slytherin family I see. But I can see you also want Gryffindor?" The hat whispered into my head.
"I have to have Slytherin." I thought. "If I'm not my parents won't be happy."
"Well, you're not smart enough for Ravenclaw or nice enough for Hufflepuff. Not very mean nor brave. But you're loyal." The hat added.
"Better be GRYFFINDOR!" The hat called. I jumped and fell off the stool. I didn't even realize I was on the ground in a skirt, my underwear visible to the entire school. I stood up debating weather or not I had just imagined being in Gryffindor. But the glares from the house I thought I would be in told me this was no dream. I walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next the Lily. She smiled at me and the two of us finished watching the sorting.
After dinner the perfects showed us the common room and then we were allowed to do whatever. Lily and I went up to the dorm to meet the other girls in our year. We saw four beds, and two other girls already unpacking at the beds their stuff was at. We each went over to our own beds.
"Hi, I'm Lily." Lily said when she finished tacking up at poster for a band called The Beatles. One other girl had a similar poster, the other a Quiddtich poster. I not being allowed to like anything had no poster. '
"I'm Natalie Banks." One girl, with short black hair and chocolate eyes replied.
"Yeah, and I'm the lovely Laura Taylor." Laura a blonde blue eyed over dramatic girl exclaimed. The three looked at me.
"I'm London Bridge, please, please, please, just call me London." I begged. The laughed again.
"Gosh I hate my parents for giving me this name." I muttered.
"Well, I'm tired and going to bed." Laura exclaimed. She put on a pair of blue silk pajamas with the words Drama Queen written all over them. I changed into my own bed clothes. I think I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.
A/N: This is probably the longest chapter I've ever written. I'm not sure how this idea will blow over, but I like it and I hope others do too. I have plans for chapters from first to seventh year, and it may be split into three stories. And in the later chapters it may get sad, but some will be funny. I'm trying to get something for everyone! Oh and I didn't write the hat's song, J.K. Rowling did.
DISCLAIMER: Does it look like I own Harry Potter, nope! J.K. Rowling does. I own my computer, this story, the plot of this story, London Bridge Falls, Laura Taylor, Natalie Banks, and everything else J.K. didn't write.