Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the setting or background
facts. I do however own the main character girl. I really do own her. She
is like me in so many ways, and I own myself so HA! Take that J.K Rowling!
Author's Note: Hello. I wasn't really obsessed with Harry Potter. I just liked the books. But recently I have been making all these odd references to Harry Potter and stuff that happens in the books. I think I may be a closet HP fan and not even know it. Maybe. Anyway, I thought it would be interesting to do a story in a Harry Potter theme because of the whole magic school and magic world, one can really work with that. So I did. But keep in mind, I read the books like two years ago and my memory of them is fuzzy. SO if there are any gaps or mistakes in the story, don't hesitate to point them out. And, if my story is really shite, please tell me so. Chances are I will edit it more, delete it altogether, or simply ignore you. Either way, no one gets hurt and all is good. Life keeps moving. Also if there is anyone out there who knows a lot about the books, I have some questions about details. Like, for example, what was that class that Harry and Ron took but Hermione thought was stupid where they look at the alignment of the planets or something and foretell the future? I can't remember what it is called. Damn. Anyway, enjoy.
Rating: Ok, just to be safe PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment, cutting and more. Just another fun filled story ::insert sarcasm here::
Chapter One
Walking along Platform 9 ¾ with her trunks, the young witch could feel the eyes of many other students staring curiously at her. She wasn't that strange looking......... She was wearing black baggy pants and a black hooded sweatshirt. Still, the clothes weren't the subjects of everyone's attention - her eyes were.
Though beautiful, her eyes held a far off gaze full of sorrow, guilt and fear. They were sometimes a light forest green, but had the tendency to change to a dull, almost lifeless gray, which usually caused people to worry.
The girl herself possessed unique beauty. Her other features alone were plain, but they drew together to create a masterpiece. She had long wavy blonde hair that rimmed her face perfectly. She was about 5'7", a skinny girl, but not emaciated. Her lack of contact with the sun gave her pale skin and perfect pink lips that stood out from her skin. Overall, she was nicely proportioned, though most people couldn't tell with her hidden under her black attire.
She made most people uncomfortable when they were around her. They never liked that she was so young, yet seemed aged with pain. She didn't care about their opinions. She was different from them, and deep down she knew that she didn't deal with pain the way normal people do.
As usual, she wasn't paying attention to her movements. On the busy platform, her lack of attention to detail resulted in a collision. The boy she ran into mumbled something about clumsiness and snapped harshly "Why don't you bloody well watch where you're going?"
Then he looked up at her and paused, shocked yet captivated by her extraordinary eyes. He stared at her thoughtfully for a moment before he recovered his snotty attitude. "You know, there is a lower chance of accidents happening when you actually look where you are going, mudblood," His voice icy, and dripping with sarcasm.
Her eyes showed a twinge of fear for a brief moment, then rage a moment later before they regained their distant look. She muttered a quick half- hearted "Sorry" before she picked up the book that fell from her grasp and pushed past the rude boy.
The girl began to consider him for a minute as she looked back at him. Their gazes met again, and they both quickly turned away in disgust. He was attractive, with blonde hair that was combed away from his face. He had grayish blue steely eyes that were cold and unwelcoming, although she wouldn't have cared for much hospitality from him anyway. Most girls, assuming they are straight, would be all over him...but she didn't care much for those types. He seemed too much of a 'bad boy' for her. Not that she really cared much for any type anymore. There was a time when she would have been flirting with that boy and many others. Things changed, she wasn't the same girl she used to be. Recent events had prevented her from ever being her old self again.
She sighed and climbed onto the Hogwarts Express, knowing she was destined for a place that would help her get away from her past and start over again. She wandered through the train, checking the compartments for an empty one.
Finding her own compartment, she closed the door and placed her bags in the overhead cabinet. The trunk she pushed under the seat to make more room. She enjoyed being able to move around - it was her nature not to like being caged up. Her owl Stravenshalo remained in his cage beside her. He was a beautiful, black owl, with a patch of white feathers strategically placed on his front side between his wings.
Finally settled in and comfortable, she removed her portable CD player from her messenger bag. She pressed play and closed her eyes, drowning in the beautiful, smoky voice of John Mayer, her favorite singer. His music was somewhat pop-y but it was the one CD that she could never tire of. Her music tastes ranged from punk, - Sleater Kinney and the Manic Street Preachers -- and alternative - Rufus Wainwright and REM -- to punk rock - Good Charlotte and Something Corporate. Then there were the occasional pop song or oldie that most people would assume she didn't like.
Considering her various music interests she thought aloud "What do most witches and wizards listen to?"
Much to her surprise, she received an almost immediate answer. "Well it depends. Celeste Williams is like the Celine Dion of the wizard world... In- Company would be a typical boy band for the witches. Calypso is similar to Brittany Spears. There better ones though. Those are just a few that most witches and wizards our age listen to."
She looked up at the speaker. It was a boy, about 15 years of age. He had jet-black hair that fell in his face, partly covering his emerald green eyes, and glasses. He wasn't really buff, and yet not thin and wiry. He was smiling at her.
When she didn't give any sign of ever responding he spoke again, to be polite. "Hi, I'm Harry."
A.N. Was that chapter too short? When I was writing it I didn't consider when there were good times to break so I had to stop here because the next chance I had was five pages later and no one likes an excessively long first chapter, do they? Next chapter will be longer......a lot longer.
Author's Note: Hello. I wasn't really obsessed with Harry Potter. I just liked the books. But recently I have been making all these odd references to Harry Potter and stuff that happens in the books. I think I may be a closet HP fan and not even know it. Maybe. Anyway, I thought it would be interesting to do a story in a Harry Potter theme because of the whole magic school and magic world, one can really work with that. So I did. But keep in mind, I read the books like two years ago and my memory of them is fuzzy. SO if there are any gaps or mistakes in the story, don't hesitate to point them out. And, if my story is really shite, please tell me so. Chances are I will edit it more, delete it altogether, or simply ignore you. Either way, no one gets hurt and all is good. Life keeps moving. Also if there is anyone out there who knows a lot about the books, I have some questions about details. Like, for example, what was that class that Harry and Ron took but Hermione thought was stupid where they look at the alignment of the planets or something and foretell the future? I can't remember what it is called. Damn. Anyway, enjoy.
Rating: Ok, just to be safe PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment, cutting and more. Just another fun filled story ::insert sarcasm here::
Chapter One
Walking along Platform 9 ¾ with her trunks, the young witch could feel the eyes of many other students staring curiously at her. She wasn't that strange looking......... She was wearing black baggy pants and a black hooded sweatshirt. Still, the clothes weren't the subjects of everyone's attention - her eyes were.
Though beautiful, her eyes held a far off gaze full of sorrow, guilt and fear. They were sometimes a light forest green, but had the tendency to change to a dull, almost lifeless gray, which usually caused people to worry.
The girl herself possessed unique beauty. Her other features alone were plain, but they drew together to create a masterpiece. She had long wavy blonde hair that rimmed her face perfectly. She was about 5'7", a skinny girl, but not emaciated. Her lack of contact with the sun gave her pale skin and perfect pink lips that stood out from her skin. Overall, she was nicely proportioned, though most people couldn't tell with her hidden under her black attire.
She made most people uncomfortable when they were around her. They never liked that she was so young, yet seemed aged with pain. She didn't care about their opinions. She was different from them, and deep down she knew that she didn't deal with pain the way normal people do.
As usual, she wasn't paying attention to her movements. On the busy platform, her lack of attention to detail resulted in a collision. The boy she ran into mumbled something about clumsiness and snapped harshly "Why don't you bloody well watch where you're going?"
Then he looked up at her and paused, shocked yet captivated by her extraordinary eyes. He stared at her thoughtfully for a moment before he recovered his snotty attitude. "You know, there is a lower chance of accidents happening when you actually look where you are going, mudblood," His voice icy, and dripping with sarcasm.
Her eyes showed a twinge of fear for a brief moment, then rage a moment later before they regained their distant look. She muttered a quick half- hearted "Sorry" before she picked up the book that fell from her grasp and pushed past the rude boy.
The girl began to consider him for a minute as she looked back at him. Their gazes met again, and they both quickly turned away in disgust. He was attractive, with blonde hair that was combed away from his face. He had grayish blue steely eyes that were cold and unwelcoming, although she wouldn't have cared for much hospitality from him anyway. Most girls, assuming they are straight, would be all over him...but she didn't care much for those types. He seemed too much of a 'bad boy' for her. Not that she really cared much for any type anymore. There was a time when she would have been flirting with that boy and many others. Things changed, she wasn't the same girl she used to be. Recent events had prevented her from ever being her old self again.
She sighed and climbed onto the Hogwarts Express, knowing she was destined for a place that would help her get away from her past and start over again. She wandered through the train, checking the compartments for an empty one.
Finding her own compartment, she closed the door and placed her bags in the overhead cabinet. The trunk she pushed under the seat to make more room. She enjoyed being able to move around - it was her nature not to like being caged up. Her owl Stravenshalo remained in his cage beside her. He was a beautiful, black owl, with a patch of white feathers strategically placed on his front side between his wings.
Finally settled in and comfortable, she removed her portable CD player from her messenger bag. She pressed play and closed her eyes, drowning in the beautiful, smoky voice of John Mayer, her favorite singer. His music was somewhat pop-y but it was the one CD that she could never tire of. Her music tastes ranged from punk, - Sleater Kinney and the Manic Street Preachers -- and alternative - Rufus Wainwright and REM -- to punk rock - Good Charlotte and Something Corporate. Then there were the occasional pop song or oldie that most people would assume she didn't like.
Considering her various music interests she thought aloud "What do most witches and wizards listen to?"
Much to her surprise, she received an almost immediate answer. "Well it depends. Celeste Williams is like the Celine Dion of the wizard world... In- Company would be a typical boy band for the witches. Calypso is similar to Brittany Spears. There better ones though. Those are just a few that most witches and wizards our age listen to."
She looked up at the speaker. It was a boy, about 15 years of age. He had jet-black hair that fell in his face, partly covering his emerald green eyes, and glasses. He wasn't really buff, and yet not thin and wiry. He was smiling at her.
When she didn't give any sign of ever responding he spoke again, to be polite. "Hi, I'm Harry."
A.N. Was that chapter too short? When I was writing it I didn't consider when there were good times to break so I had to stop here because the next chance I had was five pages later and no one likes an excessively long first chapter, do they? Next chapter will be longer......a lot longer.