Chapter One
Once Upon A Time
The girl had dark charcoal curls. Her eyes were violet, almost red in direct sunlight and her skin a dark creamy color that put even the best chocolates to shame.
She was beautiful, extraordinary. That's how she liked to think of it anyways. Who knew what people actually thought about her? She could be nothing more than a spec of dust lost in the wind. But she liked to make everything seem more beautiful, more fancy than it was. She wanted to be a princess.
Complete with a shining silver ball gown, magic slippers made of the best crystal, and a knight in shining armor. Of Course, usually the knight in shining armor is none other than a retard in tin foil. She didn't know that yet, however. She was your average 11 year old girl with no idea of the heartbreak and pain ahead of her.
Of course, when she found out she'd be spending a year in a castle filled with magic, she did think all of her dreams would come true. These are the thoughts that filled her mind as she stepped up to the sorting hat that fateful stormy September.
Her name was Alya Sun Lestrange. She knew nothing of that name, after all, she was adopted. She sat on the stool with a certain air of confidence you don't see in most first years, especially those from muggle families.
She crossed her arms and started kicking her feet impatiently before the ratty hat even touched her head. Soon she grew weary of hearing the hat drone on about her personality.
"I see great talent, yes. And the determination to go along with it. However no respect for the rules. Yes. I see it now. Your bravery outshines the rest. Better be, GRYFFINDOR!"
The older students watched her in shock. Lestrange? Perhaps Professor McGonagall had read the name wrong. Why would a Lestrange be placed in Gryffindor? Alya gave a bow that could be seen as none other than sarcastic before skipping of to her table.
She sat down next to a few kids she met on the train including Lee Jordan and Angelina Johnson. She chatted animatedly with everyone around her during the feast, and practically had to be dragged to the common room – she had no desire to sleep. Atleast this time it was from excitement. She may not be so luck in the future.
Four Years Later, Alya's POV
He is a rockstar. No, more than that. A rockgod. Alicia's older brother, I don't understand how they are even related. While you'll see her with a shining new broomstick, he'll have that old muggle guitar. He's really good with it too. Plays muggle and wizard music, he's half-blood being my guess. He certainly dresses like a muggle, and so does his sister, my best friend.
And he was standing in front of me. Talking to me. With his long hair, longer than mine even, and leather jacket.
"So, Leesh tells me you've been wanting to learn to play." He says, gesturing to that guitar of his. I smiled at the thought.
"Yeah. My sister has tried to teach me, but being away all year, I manage to forget every Summer." He laughed, then tucked his long hair behind his ear. I liked it better untucked.
"Well maybe I can teach you a thing or two, And not just about the guitar," he replied with a wink. I laughed nervously. He sure was a flirty one, wasn't he? Merlin, how I wanted to put his hair back.
"Nah, I'm just kidding. I'm more of a cuddling type of guy, you know?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Oh?" I didn't know such a thing could exist.
"Yeah. I use to be a manwhore, but things are different now." And with one last wink he left. I bit my lip, strange time to just walk off, don't you think? Well, I guess that makes him the ultimate cliché, tall, dark, and mysterious. Laughing to myself at this thought, I took a sip of my butterbeer.
"He's a git," said George.
"A right twit," added Fred.
"He needs a haircut," And that was Lee. Those are my other three best friends.
"Thanks boys. Nice to know I have so much support around here," I replied with a roll of my eyes. They all shared a gloomy look and I sighed.
"What is it?"
"He wants to get you in bed, mate," Replied the twins in unison.
"I, what?"
"He wants to do the dance," said Fred,
"With no pants," finished George.
"Yes I get that! But that is not the point!"
"Then what is?" Asked Fred, He looked downright furious.
"The point is, you are all bleeding mad! The whole lot of you!" And their goes my temper.
"You don't mean to say…" Said Fred, looking at his twin in surprise. I narrowed my eyes at their mirrored image, what could they possibly be cooking up this time? George turned to look at me, with the same expression of shock on his face. Bloody miracle I can even tell those two apart.
"She couldn't possibly…"
"What are you two on about?" I asked in outrage. Finally Lee decided to chip in. Not the best idea, mind you.
"Do you want to have sex with him?"
"WHAT!" The whole pub turned to look at our table. Sighing, I rubbed my forehead. In a fierce whisper, I said,
"This is ridiculous! One bleeding conversation with a guy and you lot already ask if I want to have sex with him?" And with that I walked out. I really didn't feel like dealing with them at the moment. How thick could you possibly be?
"This is rubbish!" I screeched to the cold winter air. I tightened my scarf and headed back to the castle. I may love the three of them, but Merlin. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Fred was jealous.
If he wanted to act like a git, I'd sure as hell give him a reason too. The goal? Hook up with Frank Spinnet.
Would've made more sense to start the second war against you-know-who then that, looking back.