"TIFFANY!" Percy bellowed. "WHERE DID YOU PUT MY PREFECT'S BADGE?!"
I looked at him. "I gave it to Fred and George."
"You WHAT?!"
I giggled. Hi, I'm Tiffany Fyre. I've got gorgeous blonde hair and pretty saphire eyes. I've been living with the Weasleys for the past ten years ever since my parents kicked me out at age seven when I first performed magic. I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with them. This year is Ron's first year.
"WEASLEY FAMILY MEETING! NOW!" Mr. Weasley yelled. Snickering, I followed Ron and Ginny down the stairs. Ginny was in tears because she had to wait one more year to go to Hogwarts.
As soon as everyone was settled, Mr. Weasley, patting Mrs. Weasley's arm, said, "Tiffany, I think it's time that you've left us."
"Huh?" I asked, dumbfounded.
Gulping, Mr. Weasley said, "We're sending you to a boarding school other than Hogwarts."
--***--
I couldn't believe it. After all the time I've spent with the Weasleys, they just decided to kick me out. Screw them.
I dragged my suitcase up the stairs to the office. "Name?" the secretary asked.
"Tiffany Fyre."
"Ah, yes. Room 80," she said, handing me a key. I walked out of the office to my new room. I found three boys in there.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I shouted.
"Um, this is an all boys boarding school," they said. "Your eyes are red, sort of. Are you a vampire like us?"
"WHAT?!" I said. "How could you lie to me?!"
"I did it for entertainment," said a particularly handsome one. "I'm Aiden, and I hate you."
"I hate you too!" I said.
"Well, that's too bad, considering you're going to be in an arranged marriage with me," he said, sounding not at all happy.
"An arranged marriage with my enemy?!" I shouted. "It's not real! GAH!" The lights went out. "Lumos! I LOVE YOU!"
"Whoa, you're a witch!" one of Aiden's friends yelled.
"No duh," I said. All of a sudden, Lord Voldemort walked into the room. "OH MY GOD!"
"You're my daughter," he said solemnly, "and I've changed my mind. You're going to marry Draco Malfoy."
"But I love Aiden!" I said.
"I don't care!" he said. "MARRY DRACO!" Without warning, he shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" at Aiden, who fell over, dead. Voldemort threw knife at him, and blood squirted out. The other two boys couldn't resist and, as beautiful as they were, they began drinking the blood.
"Come, Tiffany," he whispered.
"NO! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD IN ALBANIA OR SOMETHING!" I screamed.
"I killed Harry Potter, and I've been brought back to full power."
And that's when I realized... The cliches can get as ridiculous as this.