In which the young author had 5 cups of coffee in a 2 hour time frame, when her mother specifically forbade her from, since, just like her eldest brother couldn't hold alcohol, she could not hold caffeine. At. All.
I am listening: Luka by Suzanne Vega
Disclaimer: The young author sat in her thinking corner, having an argument with her two alter egos, Se and David. Technically, David wasn't an alter ego, more of the illusion of her dead brother, but right now we are not discussing the author's fragile psyche. As I was saying, our author, conveniently name Via, was arguing with her alter egos over whom owned Harry Potter. After a while, all three realized that none of them owned Harry Potter and decided to sulk amongst themselves.
Chapter 1
Self Destruction
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I think it's because I'm clumsy, I try not to talk too loud, maybe it's because I'm crazy, I try not to act too proud. They only hit until you cry, and after that you don't ask why, you just don't argue anymore.
Setting: The Sorting
POV: Harry Potter
Harry looked around the Great Hall, amazed. Behind him, a set of twins were snickering. He had seen them on the train, talking to Ron's older brothers Fred and George, but now they were much closer. He took his time to study them. They stood at the exact same height, which Harry estimated to be around 4 foot 4. They both had black hair, though the one on the right had a slight auburn hue to it as if she tried to dye it. Both of them had large, dark gray eyes, though the one on the right looked more pleasant and approachable, though not by much. They were both pale, almost sickenly so. Neither were smiling, their faces stony and cold as if expecting to be harassed, though the snickers seemed to ruin the haunted and scary look. Harry followed their eyes over to Draco Malfoy who had a 'kick me' sign on his back in an elegant script.
Harry saw a shabby looking hat sitting in the front, on a stool. Vaguely, he wondered what he had to do with it – maybe he had to pull out a rabbit or something stupid like that.
Suddenly, the hat opened it's mouth.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,"
One of the twins spoke quietly, "Good, because I don't."
"But don't judge on what you see,"
The other one spoke this time, "Well, what am I supposed to judge you on then?"
"I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me."
"Challenge accepted."
"You can keep your bowlers black," ("I like mine pink!")
"Your top hats sleek and tall," ("I quite like mine short, thank you very much!")
"For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hate 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" ("Speaking of just, you owe me ten pounds!")
"Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
and unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you're 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!" ("Do I have too?") "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!"
By the end, the twins behind Harry were leaning on each other, almost collapsing in silent giggles.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," McGonagall said, whom Harry noticed moved to the front, "Abbott, Hannah!"
A small girl with blond pigtails ran forward, and put on the hat. After a while it called out, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The table on the right, who were dressed in black and yellow, cheered loudly as the girl ran over to sit down.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted, and Susan scurried over.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!" the table second from the left clapped this time.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" was the first Gryffindor.
"Bulstrode, Millicent" became a Slytherin, whom one of the twins tried to trip as she passed.
Next was, "Finch-Fletchley, Justin!" whom was also a Hufflepuff.
While some kids' houses were shouted out right away, others took time; "Finnigan, Seamus" sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Flores, Louise!" The twin with the almost auburn hair calmly walked to the stool and sat down. Suddenly, the hat cleared his throat loudly.
"The real Louise Flores, please." He said.
Louise, or who was pretending to be Louise, snickered into her fist, before taking off the hat, walking to her twin, and handing over, muttering something like, "I told you so."
Louise, the real one, walked up to the stool, even calmer than her sister and daintily placed the hat on her head.
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Setting: The Sorting
POV: Olivia & Louise Flores
"Flores, Louise!"
Via walked forward, trying to perfect the cocky walk, her mother told her her father had possessed in his school days. It hit a pang in her heart as she thought of the father she never knew.
"You're not Louise." A voice said into her head, causing her to jump slightly.
"Darn. And here I was thinking I was." She responded, cheekily.
The hat cleared his throat, or what sounded like someone clearing their throat, "The real Louise Flores, please."
Via snickered, and handed the hat to Louise, otherwise know as Se, muttering in her ear, "I told you so."
Se walked to the stool with even more grace than Via, which was something she envied.
"So," the sorting hat seemed to whisper in Se's ear, "You're Elsa Flores's daughter? She was a handful when she went here."
"Yes." Se replied, not particually caring that a hat was talking to her, "So was the egg donor."
"Egg donor, eh?" the hat asked.
"I can't exactly call her a mother when she doesn't act like one, now can I? I have a few other names for her, if you're curious. Cradle robber – she told me that father was six years younger than her. Erm, then there's Alcoholic – she can't keep her hands off the stuff. And there is also 'Stupid Bitch Who Deserves To Be Stoned'." Se said spitefully.
"I also had your father." The sorting hat whispered.
"Who was he?" Se asked, almost desperately.
"I'm afraid you'll have to find that out for yourself."
"You son of a b-,"
"GRYFINNDOR" Furiously, Se whipped off the hat, glaring at it with the most hatred she could muster before shoving in her younger sister's arms, knocking her backwards and onto the floor, though Se didn't notice until it was too late and Via landed on her wrist.
"SON OF A –," Via screamed.
"GRYFINNDOR!" the hat interrupted. The stunned table suddenly broke up in cheers, laughter, and some of the older students rushing forward to help the injured girl.
…TIME LAPSE…..TIME LAPSE…TIME LAPSE…..
Setting: Girl's Dormatary
POV: Hermione Granger
Hermione sat quietly on her bed, trying to ignore the throbbing in her ankle; the going away present from her dad.
"I'm a pureblood." Lavender Brown was saying, flicking her blonde hair behind her shoulder.
"Bint." Called one of the twins, Olivia – or was it Louise?
"I'm Via," she introduced herself.
"No, I'm Via. You're Se, 'member? We went through with this before we left!" the other one said, throwing her hands up.
"Liar! I'm Via! 'Member, Se? You broke my wrist at the sorting?" The first one said, waving her arm around, which had a muggle cast on it; she wanted to remember it.
"Oh. Yeah." Se, as Hermione presumed, said staring concernedly at Via's wrist again.
"Anyways…" Via said, leaning back against her bed. "We're twins."
Se started to scowl, "What my dear sister means is we're halfbloods."
Lavender sniffed, "Flores isn't a pureblood name."
"Not,"
"From,"
"England,"
"It's,"
"Not," Se finished, high-fiving Via.
"Mum's from America, you see. And her dad's, Grampa Flores, is from Nicaragua." Via explained, yawning at the end.
"Why do you have your mum's last name, then?" Lavender asked, sniffing disdainfully.
"Well, you see, you bint, our dad was arrested before we were born." Se said lightly, though her voice was slightly strained.
"Why was that? He a Death Eater?" Lavender sneered.
"Yep." Via said carelessly, "His friends come around sometimes, make sure we're happy, tuck us in, you know?"
Lavender's face paled.
Se continued after her sister, "They hate it when people bother us too."
"Anyways," Via said, "Night, Se. Night Hermione. Night, Parvarti. Jump in a lake, Lavender."
"Night." Se called out too, closing her curtains.
"Night." Hermione answered quietly, smiling to herself. Maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad.
Tell me how can you sleep, how can you breathe? I hate when you say how you love me now.
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The young author sat in her living room, thinking about the book she had read before. Go Ask Alice. Suddenly, the life of addiction and lies didn't seem that fun anymore. Would she end up like that? Nameless, faceless, moral less, dead? No. She decided. She would live her life with God, because he was the only one who never betrayed her.
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Listening to: How You Love Me Now by Hey Monday.
O.o Livi Lou o.O