I really don't know where I want to go with this story, so ideas are sooooo appreciated. Anyone who likes the idea of the story, please subscribe. Pleasepleasepleaseplease review or PM me with ideas. I should warn you that I am extremely slow at updating, and that my chapters are about as short as Kim Kardashian's marriage . Here's a short summary of what I think this story might end up as:


Mari is a girl at Hogwarts (big surprise there). She absolutely hates the marauders; they are such jerks. But When James Potter asks her out*, how could she refuse that adorable face? To mix things up, lets just say that our favorite werewolf (leave now Twihards) has a growing crush on Mari... Will this ruin friendships? Who knows! I certainly don't...


*All Jilly fans: RELAX! James is a teenage boy, and I siriusly (hah see what I did there? I love cheesy jokes, don't you?) doubt that he could go seven years without a girlfriend. Besides, I never said that James and Mari don't break up.

I really apologize for dumping this all on you guys, but I really needed to share some of this with you. Please review with your ideas, thoughts, and haterishness (lol I made up a word!). Be fairly nice though, I do like my face without tear stains. To make up for this rambling, I give you the first chapter as of yet (It's really not anything at all. I promise to try to update with the rest of it soon). Oh, and I apologize for my terrible British English. Check out my other author fails, and have a nice day!


I dragged my things, with the help of my mum, to platform 9 ¾. Soon after we went through the brick wall, a tall man took my things. He offered to take my muggle backpack, and put it into the hold of the train, but I refused. Too many important things were stuffed into my backpack.

My mother started to cry. "Mum! Stop it!" I groaned, "I'll only be gone a few weeks." I knew perfectly well that this wasn't true. No matter how much my mother wanted me to, I refused to go home for Christmas break. She smiled anyways, kissing the top of my eleven year old head.

When I was ready to get onto the train, I could barely tear my hand from hers. For such a tiny woman, she sure was strong. I heard a whistle from the crimson train in front of me, and I ran onto it.

Since I had gotten on the train so late, there were no open compartments. It was my first year at Hogwarts, and already I had no chances of making any friends.