~*~ I do not own any of the characters which appear in any of the Harry Potter books our movies, but I did come up with the plot and some characters on my own!~*~
Fate had always been a bit of a wild child, that had never been a secret. In fact, it had never been even the slightest bit hidden, especially since she always wore her normal "muggle punk style" clothing underneath her robes instead of her uniform skirt and tie, and she went completely insane on weekends, not even bothering to wear the uniform, she despised the preppy ways of her classmates, and constently tried to make over her friends. However she only succedded when it came to her close friends, the rest said they loved it and quickly went back to the preppy ways of the rest of the school. Fate was constently heard calling the rest of the student body sheep, because they all followed eachother, as though in a herd of sad, pitiful students, scuttling away, trying desperately to break through past the exams, get the grades, so mommy and daddy could buy them that brand new broom, praying they'll get a firebolt like Harry Potter. Fate herself was two years older then him, and of course knew of his tale all too well, but she wasn't going to depend on him to save her from Voldie. She was confident she would be safe from good old Voldie, after all, her Uncle was one of Voldie's best friends, just because her parents despised him ment nothing, Voldie would still want Fate working for him wouldn't he? Fate spent all of her spare time with her guitar in the common room, strumming away. Her heros were Avril Lavigne, Shakira and Gwen Stefani, but her favourite bands were underground indie bands and punk alternative bands. Fate appreciated Sum 41 long before they came into the spotlight, as well as Crazytown and she still liked Lucky Number Seven, who hadn't quite made it out yet. Fate had bleached her hair a platinum blonde with various coloured streaks popping up in random spots. She also kept it all tightly braided, reaching down past her shoulders at the back, and slowly growing higher and reaching it's shortest point at about her chin. Fate had just peirced her nose on the left side, with a cute small snake charm on her nose, with one ruby eye. Fate also had her ears peirced, three holes in the left ear (two at the bottom, one at the top) and two holes in the right (both at the bottom). She also had her belly button peirced, but she only showed that to a select few. The only tattoo Fate had managed to get so far was a flame, in the small of her back, but she was constantly saying how she wanted more.
Ever since Fate originally arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she had been a huge flirt. She even wore a chinese symbol charm on her necklace which meant "Flirt". Even her pet owl was a flirt. Juliet, as it was named, was a extremely vain, but loved Fate all the same. Everyone assumed this was because Fate always had Juliet dressed in the finest robes, a solid gold cage, and a large expensive hat which was bright pink, and kind of fuschia. Juliet, just like Fate was a huge flirt, hitting on even the barn owls, or at least it looked like she was. That is if owls can flirt. The point in this is that both Fate and her owl were the same type, flirtatious, wild, fun loving gals who would do anything for a good time. Fate was just starting her third year at Hogwarts, and had now gained a reputation as the beauty she truly was. She was glad she was getting acknowledged at last, but Fate finally had begun that female "hunger stage" where she longed for a real relationship. She wanted one that would last, a man who could tame her wild ways in flirtation. She really wanted a guy who could hold her attention for more then an hour or so. True, she needed this guy thing to end in order to keep living her life as her reputation showed. She wasn't exactly the stay in the hallways with your boyfriend type, and definately wasn't expected to settle down after she graduated, oh god no, that wasn't in the plan at all. But wasn't that exactly what she'd always wanted? To shock and amaze everybody entirely? She was suddenly distracted as she sat there looking out the window of the Hogwarts Express thinking of this when suddenly a head emerged through the curtains and at Fate, a face which was a rival face, but now seemed friendly and handsome. "Umm, excuse me there, Fate is it? Well, there isn't a single free space left on the darn thing and I was just wondering if you'd mind me sitting in here with you?" It was Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor keeper and captain of the quidditch team.
"Why Oliver Wood, I never expected you to remember my name, after all I'm only, what did you call me? A gorgeous example of a girl with the true understanding of originality and a body to top it all off. Oh, and it was a bloody shame I was in Slytherin too, was it not?" Fate looked at him stifling a laugh.
Oliver blushed and looked down at his feet. It was obvious he was uncomfortable still with the thought of Fate overhearing his conversation with his teammates last year. "Oh Oliver, come on in, and don't be so worried about that thing last year, it's a complement, and it didn't bother me in the least, I'm just playin with ya!" Fate giggled and moved her stuff away from the seat so Oliver could sit down.
Oliver sat down and looked up at Fate. "So you had your hair all, umm, braided...it looks great, I mean you looked great before, but now you look super great, and that outfit, it's really, umm.....snazzy. You know some girls wouldn't be able to pull off an outfit like that, but you can, you have slender legs, and wide hips...it all just works out you know? Ohh, I've gone too far, haven't I?" Oliver shrunk into his seat, obviously ashamed of himself.
Fate smiled now at Oliver, who was vibrantly blushing at the fact he had just said all that to her. "Oliver, honestly, it's nice for a girl to hear a compliment every once in a while. Noone's gonna ever hurt you because you say they look good, well, no girls ever gonna." Fate smiled largely at Oliver, who's face was now blending into his red sweater.
Eventually Fate went back to her gaze out the window, no longer acknowledging that Oliver was present in the tiny room. She stared out the window...possibly Oliver would be the one to fix this hunger, to fill her up and fix whatever was driving her crazy, so she could go back to normal. Suddenly Oliver coughed and forced Fate to turn her head suddenly. He blushed as Fate looked at him, but she simply smiled and looked down too, so he wouldn't feel alone. He looked up and took in what was going on. He was in a compartment with a Slytherin girl who was a mere 2 years younger then he. A girl who had by all means proved herself to be interested in most guys. Maybe this meant she was interested in him? Maybe he had a chance with her after all? But why on earth would a gryffindor and a slytherin get together? How would that be accepted at Hogwarts? Both Oliver and Fate shook their heads simotaneously. They looked up at eachother and laughed. "I guess we're both going nuts" Fate laughed as she went on with her thoughts.
Oliver smiled and fixed his gaze back upon Fate's face. She had obviously gone on a major rebellion spree against her parents. It was only two years ago an innocent looking younger Fate had nervously approached the Hogwart's Express, anxiously talking to her freinds about being a witch, all of them anxious to see what they could learn from their year. Back then everyone had Fate figured out as a preppy type, mainly because she wore tartan blue and green skirts everyday she could and conservative tops. Well, conservative compared to now. She also wore her hair down in the exact same way back then, never touching a bottle of dye to it, never doing anything to it except brushing and combing it. She only had her ears pierced, and only the bottom hole in each ear. Back then she seemed so shy and innocent. Then in the process of one year she had revealed that she was a wild child as a result of her parents, her father being an alcoholic and her mother being too scared to do anything about it. Not only that but she was attention deprived. Noone payed attention to her. Noone would have cared about her if she got murdered in a horrible bloody spree among the entire group of friends she had, all ten of them. Then she just seemed to snap, but in a good way. Suddenly she was all about shocking people, she even took up smoking for a bit, but quit when she developed bronchitis. Suddenly her hair was a different coulour every month, and her attitude changed every second of the day. Generally she was sweet, but if you pissed her off, her anger management problems came into full veiw, and you would slowly begin to die. Now her wardrobe always consisted of brand new clothes cut into peices, and her hair was only switching colours twice a year or so. She was trying to be original all the time, but still managed to gain much praise from the teachers at Hogwarts because of her excellent work habits and brilliant skills as a witch. This had always amazed Oliver, her ability to change totally. Now everyone knew who she was, and how she felt. Everyone paid more then enough attention to her, and she absoloutely basked in it. Now it made perfect sense to everyone why she was in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor, because she was positively evil. Noone had believed the sorting hat when he granted her a Slytherin over a Gryffindor. But now all the Slytherins were glad she was on their side. Fate had made quite good friends with most of the guys in the school. The Slytherin Quidditch team had always managed to avoid her gaze though, even though now to Oliver it seemed quite impossible. Suddenly Fate looked over at Oliver, that gaze focusing in on his.
"Oliver, what are you staring at?" Fate's voice moved gracefully through the air and into his ears.
Oliver shook his head and looked around before focusing back on Fate. "Oh, um, I was just thinking about how much you've changed since you first came to Hogwarts. I mean, everyone had you figured as a Gryffindor for sure. The way you tossed your hair and blinked your eyes. We all figured we had little miss perfect gryffindor- but then you shocked us all, and now you strive to do that. It's kind of mind boggling if you think about it. You're able to transform yourself with transfiguration class, you're, well.....you're magic all on your own, you don't need Hogwarts, you'll do fine on your own with your personality. I guess that's why, umm... I guess that's why I like you so much." Oliver looked down was again and blushed deeply.
Now Fate blushed too. She had always had a bit of a thing for Oliver, but he was a Gryffindor, and noone would accept it at all. Plus, he was always interested in Ravenclaws, he was probably just suffering from deprivation from those flirty girls, especially Robyn, one of Fate's close friends. Robyn was in Ravenclaw, and a huge flirt, especially when it came to Oliver. She loved to make Oliver think she loved him, but it was always just a game to her. It was funny though, Fate had to admit it. She had always wondered how Oliver took it when Robyn suddenly stopped paying attention to him, and then 6 months later lavished it all on him again. "Aren't you like, in some sort of relationship with Robyn right now?" Fate decided that since Robyn had stopped returning his calls and owls a week ago he would feel the pain pretty fresh right about now.
"Oh, no, I umm, well, to tell you the truth I never really liked her at all, I was just using her because I heard she was using me and I was sick of being the only virgin on the Quidditch team." Oliver said without thought.
Fate took this information and tried her best to file it under 'Things I don't want to know' mentally. Oliver sudenly realised what he said and tried desperately to recover. "But if she really likes me I'll try and be there and be the guy she needs, but I've been trying to dump her all summer, and she's just not anwsering soo.." Oliver shrugged his shoulders. Fate was kind of relieved he dodn't care, Oliver was a sweet guy, even if he was a Gryffindor.
Suddenly the compartment door flew open, making both Fate and Oliver turn their heads quickly. It was Marcus Flint, and he was looking at Fate. When he noticed Oliver he glared over at him angrily. "Oi! Gryffie bugger off! Noone asked you to talk to a Slytherin, let alone Fate!" Marcus grunted.
"Excuse me! I invited him in her when he didn't have anywhere else to go, and I'd appreciate it if you weren't so racist to my pal here. Have we even met?" Fate stood up and glared into Marcus' eyes.
Marcus looked over at her. "We will soon enough Fate. You, Gryffie, go on, leave for a minute, you can sit in the compartment two down, I'll come back and switch you again in a minute," Marcus looked over at Fate for appreciation for even offering the spot to Oliver, Fate rolled her eyes crossed her arms and looked out the window. Oliver glared at Marcus as he left.
Fate had always been a bit of a wild child, that had never been a secret. In fact, it had never been even the slightest bit hidden, especially since she always wore her normal "muggle punk style" clothing underneath her robes instead of her uniform skirt and tie, and she went completely insane on weekends, not even bothering to wear the uniform, she despised the preppy ways of her classmates, and constently tried to make over her friends. However she only succedded when it came to her close friends, the rest said they loved it and quickly went back to the preppy ways of the rest of the school. Fate was constently heard calling the rest of the student body sheep, because they all followed eachother, as though in a herd of sad, pitiful students, scuttling away, trying desperately to break through past the exams, get the grades, so mommy and daddy could buy them that brand new broom, praying they'll get a firebolt like Harry Potter. Fate herself was two years older then him, and of course knew of his tale all too well, but she wasn't going to depend on him to save her from Voldie. She was confident she would be safe from good old Voldie, after all, her Uncle was one of Voldie's best friends, just because her parents despised him ment nothing, Voldie would still want Fate working for him wouldn't he? Fate spent all of her spare time with her guitar in the common room, strumming away. Her heros were Avril Lavigne, Shakira and Gwen Stefani, but her favourite bands were underground indie bands and punk alternative bands. Fate appreciated Sum 41 long before they came into the spotlight, as well as Crazytown and she still liked Lucky Number Seven, who hadn't quite made it out yet. Fate had bleached her hair a platinum blonde with various coloured streaks popping up in random spots. She also kept it all tightly braided, reaching down past her shoulders at the back, and slowly growing higher and reaching it's shortest point at about her chin. Fate had just peirced her nose on the left side, with a cute small snake charm on her nose, with one ruby eye. Fate also had her ears peirced, three holes in the left ear (two at the bottom, one at the top) and two holes in the right (both at the bottom). She also had her belly button peirced, but she only showed that to a select few. The only tattoo Fate had managed to get so far was a flame, in the small of her back, but she was constantly saying how she wanted more.
Ever since Fate originally arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she had been a huge flirt. She even wore a chinese symbol charm on her necklace which meant "Flirt". Even her pet owl was a flirt. Juliet, as it was named, was a extremely vain, but loved Fate all the same. Everyone assumed this was because Fate always had Juliet dressed in the finest robes, a solid gold cage, and a large expensive hat which was bright pink, and kind of fuschia. Juliet, just like Fate was a huge flirt, hitting on even the barn owls, or at least it looked like she was. That is if owls can flirt. The point in this is that both Fate and her owl were the same type, flirtatious, wild, fun loving gals who would do anything for a good time. Fate was just starting her third year at Hogwarts, and had now gained a reputation as the beauty she truly was. She was glad she was getting acknowledged at last, but Fate finally had begun that female "hunger stage" where she longed for a real relationship. She wanted one that would last, a man who could tame her wild ways in flirtation. She really wanted a guy who could hold her attention for more then an hour or so. True, she needed this guy thing to end in order to keep living her life as her reputation showed. She wasn't exactly the stay in the hallways with your boyfriend type, and definately wasn't expected to settle down after she graduated, oh god no, that wasn't in the plan at all. But wasn't that exactly what she'd always wanted? To shock and amaze everybody entirely? She was suddenly distracted as she sat there looking out the window of the Hogwarts Express thinking of this when suddenly a head emerged through the curtains and at Fate, a face which was a rival face, but now seemed friendly and handsome. "Umm, excuse me there, Fate is it? Well, there isn't a single free space left on the darn thing and I was just wondering if you'd mind me sitting in here with you?" It was Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor keeper and captain of the quidditch team.
"Why Oliver Wood, I never expected you to remember my name, after all I'm only, what did you call me? A gorgeous example of a girl with the true understanding of originality and a body to top it all off. Oh, and it was a bloody shame I was in Slytherin too, was it not?" Fate looked at him stifling a laugh.
Oliver blushed and looked down at his feet. It was obvious he was uncomfortable still with the thought of Fate overhearing his conversation with his teammates last year. "Oh Oliver, come on in, and don't be so worried about that thing last year, it's a complement, and it didn't bother me in the least, I'm just playin with ya!" Fate giggled and moved her stuff away from the seat so Oliver could sit down.
Oliver sat down and looked up at Fate. "So you had your hair all, umm, braided...it looks great, I mean you looked great before, but now you look super great, and that outfit, it's really, umm.....snazzy. You know some girls wouldn't be able to pull off an outfit like that, but you can, you have slender legs, and wide hips...it all just works out you know? Ohh, I've gone too far, haven't I?" Oliver shrunk into his seat, obviously ashamed of himself.
Fate smiled now at Oliver, who was vibrantly blushing at the fact he had just said all that to her. "Oliver, honestly, it's nice for a girl to hear a compliment every once in a while. Noone's gonna ever hurt you because you say they look good, well, no girls ever gonna." Fate smiled largely at Oliver, who's face was now blending into his red sweater.
Eventually Fate went back to her gaze out the window, no longer acknowledging that Oliver was present in the tiny room. She stared out the window...possibly Oliver would be the one to fix this hunger, to fill her up and fix whatever was driving her crazy, so she could go back to normal. Suddenly Oliver coughed and forced Fate to turn her head suddenly. He blushed as Fate looked at him, but she simply smiled and looked down too, so he wouldn't feel alone. He looked up and took in what was going on. He was in a compartment with a Slytherin girl who was a mere 2 years younger then he. A girl who had by all means proved herself to be interested in most guys. Maybe this meant she was interested in him? Maybe he had a chance with her after all? But why on earth would a gryffindor and a slytherin get together? How would that be accepted at Hogwarts? Both Oliver and Fate shook their heads simotaneously. They looked up at eachother and laughed. "I guess we're both going nuts" Fate laughed as she went on with her thoughts.
Oliver smiled and fixed his gaze back upon Fate's face. She had obviously gone on a major rebellion spree against her parents. It was only two years ago an innocent looking younger Fate had nervously approached the Hogwart's Express, anxiously talking to her freinds about being a witch, all of them anxious to see what they could learn from their year. Back then everyone had Fate figured out as a preppy type, mainly because she wore tartan blue and green skirts everyday she could and conservative tops. Well, conservative compared to now. She also wore her hair down in the exact same way back then, never touching a bottle of dye to it, never doing anything to it except brushing and combing it. She only had her ears pierced, and only the bottom hole in each ear. Back then she seemed so shy and innocent. Then in the process of one year she had revealed that she was a wild child as a result of her parents, her father being an alcoholic and her mother being too scared to do anything about it. Not only that but she was attention deprived. Noone payed attention to her. Noone would have cared about her if she got murdered in a horrible bloody spree among the entire group of friends she had, all ten of them. Then she just seemed to snap, but in a good way. Suddenly she was all about shocking people, she even took up smoking for a bit, but quit when she developed bronchitis. Suddenly her hair was a different coulour every month, and her attitude changed every second of the day. Generally she was sweet, but if you pissed her off, her anger management problems came into full veiw, and you would slowly begin to die. Now her wardrobe always consisted of brand new clothes cut into peices, and her hair was only switching colours twice a year or so. She was trying to be original all the time, but still managed to gain much praise from the teachers at Hogwarts because of her excellent work habits and brilliant skills as a witch. This had always amazed Oliver, her ability to change totally. Now everyone knew who she was, and how she felt. Everyone paid more then enough attention to her, and she absoloutely basked in it. Now it made perfect sense to everyone why she was in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor, because she was positively evil. Noone had believed the sorting hat when he granted her a Slytherin over a Gryffindor. But now all the Slytherins were glad she was on their side. Fate had made quite good friends with most of the guys in the school. The Slytherin Quidditch team had always managed to avoid her gaze though, even though now to Oliver it seemed quite impossible. Suddenly Fate looked over at Oliver, that gaze focusing in on his.
"Oliver, what are you staring at?" Fate's voice moved gracefully through the air and into his ears.
Oliver shook his head and looked around before focusing back on Fate. "Oh, um, I was just thinking about how much you've changed since you first came to Hogwarts. I mean, everyone had you figured as a Gryffindor for sure. The way you tossed your hair and blinked your eyes. We all figured we had little miss perfect gryffindor- but then you shocked us all, and now you strive to do that. It's kind of mind boggling if you think about it. You're able to transform yourself with transfiguration class, you're, well.....you're magic all on your own, you don't need Hogwarts, you'll do fine on your own with your personality. I guess that's why, umm... I guess that's why I like you so much." Oliver looked down was again and blushed deeply.
Now Fate blushed too. She had always had a bit of a thing for Oliver, but he was a Gryffindor, and noone would accept it at all. Plus, he was always interested in Ravenclaws, he was probably just suffering from deprivation from those flirty girls, especially Robyn, one of Fate's close friends. Robyn was in Ravenclaw, and a huge flirt, especially when it came to Oliver. She loved to make Oliver think she loved him, but it was always just a game to her. It was funny though, Fate had to admit it. She had always wondered how Oliver took it when Robyn suddenly stopped paying attention to him, and then 6 months later lavished it all on him again. "Aren't you like, in some sort of relationship with Robyn right now?" Fate decided that since Robyn had stopped returning his calls and owls a week ago he would feel the pain pretty fresh right about now.
"Oh, no, I umm, well, to tell you the truth I never really liked her at all, I was just using her because I heard she was using me and I was sick of being the only virgin on the Quidditch team." Oliver said without thought.
Fate took this information and tried her best to file it under 'Things I don't want to know' mentally. Oliver sudenly realised what he said and tried desperately to recover. "But if she really likes me I'll try and be there and be the guy she needs, but I've been trying to dump her all summer, and she's just not anwsering soo.." Oliver shrugged his shoulders. Fate was kind of relieved he dodn't care, Oliver was a sweet guy, even if he was a Gryffindor.
Suddenly the compartment door flew open, making both Fate and Oliver turn their heads quickly. It was Marcus Flint, and he was looking at Fate. When he noticed Oliver he glared over at him angrily. "Oi! Gryffie bugger off! Noone asked you to talk to a Slytherin, let alone Fate!" Marcus grunted.
"Excuse me! I invited him in her when he didn't have anywhere else to go, and I'd appreciate it if you weren't so racist to my pal here. Have we even met?" Fate stood up and glared into Marcus' eyes.
Marcus looked over at her. "We will soon enough Fate. You, Gryffie, go on, leave for a minute, you can sit in the compartment two down, I'll come back and switch you again in a minute," Marcus looked over at Fate for appreciation for even offering the spot to Oliver, Fate rolled her eyes crossed her arms and looked out the window. Oliver glared at Marcus as he left.