My Revenge on Remus
(Catchy don't you think?)
Willow: Hey everybody! You know how, in a lot of fan fictions, Remsy is always having someone, like, totally in love in with him, and he always pushes them away? Huh? Well, I've sort of gotten sick of it. This time I'm going to make him completely smitten with this one! Enjoy (does a maniacal laugh with just a tinge of boredom. It sounds sort of like this: 'MUHAHAHAHAHA*sigh*HAHAHAHA!!!!!')
p.s. I don't actually know how this is going to turn out so I could totally be lying.
Post, post script: Yes, I am Willow, and I am writing this, and yea I don't own the Harry Potter characters, except Rose (whose name I got off a friend not HP, but I won't get pissed if anyone uses her), and Serena. And it's a complete mistake that Remus and Rose, and Sirius and Serena happen to start with the same letter; don't think I meant to be cliché. Also please don't steal Willow. She's mine, or rather me. So shoo lawyers! Thanks.
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The girl stares out the open window into the pouring rain at the dark sky.
A salty tear fell from her cheek, only to be whisked away by the wind into the infinity of the rapidly moving countryside.
The view was beautiful, in an odd way.
Very unlike her previous life which had taken place in a jail look-a-like orphanage.
Like the many other first years, she was extremely nervous even if her calm demeanor didn't show it.
Unlike many other first years, it was not cause of homesickness.
No, she mused, the orphanage was definitely not what one would call home.
The truth was that she didn't really know what was going to happen to her from here, and barely understood how she had gotten where she was.
She decided to blame everything The Letter.
That one little thing had changed her whole life in a few moments.
Don't get her wrong she was glad to have a new life, but she had to admit that this was a little different from her daydreams.
Ha, the stupid matron had been wrong, the girl smirked.
Okay, maybe at first, even she had thought The Letter was a joke, until she started to wonder….
Flashback:
It had been night and everyone else was sleeping; only she was awake still aching from the previous bullying the day before.
Whoever thought girls couldn't hit was an idiot. Though, she had given the other seven ladies a couple black eyes and bleeding nose for their efforts, and would have done more. She found it funny how the matron always seemed to appear when things were turning to her favour.
A beautiful, spotted owl had suddenly swooped in, stopping only inches before her surprised face.
Bloody hell.
Sitting there, wondering what in the world just happened; she noticed something was attached to its leg.
The owl was waiting, almost asking her to take the parchment.
What did she have to lose anyways? She thought, not knowing it was The Letter.
After cautiously removing it from the owl she opened the envelope and the following writing. Hmm, that's an interesting seal. Someone likes badgers (weird), snakes (ew), ravens (huh), and was that a lion?
Her conscience was immediately remedied when she discovered it was in fact addressed to her, but then was muddled as she read the rest.
After her name it clearly stated:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of
necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1st. Since we are aware that your current residence is a Muggle orphanage, an escort has been arranged to collect you and purchase items on the enclosed parchment for the following school year and lodgings until school starts. He will arrive on 31th morning of August.
Your sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
If she was thinking wow before, it had grown to Holy bloody freakin' wow.
Clenching the letter in her hand, she suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of sleepiness attack her. Just before she drifted off, she remembered, today was the 29th.
End of Flashback
In the morning, she had actually shown it to the matron, who had just taken it for a joke and given her another week of mop duty.
However, the matron wasn't laughing when her escort, Hagrid, arrived on a flying motorcycle.
Upon which she hopped, without taking time to consider the laws of gravity, and they took off.
I can still hear Matron yelling at me from the ground, first that I was insane, that I was never allowed to come back, and who would mop her floors if I left? The girl thought, grimacing then snickering.
But that was all behind her now, and she need not worry about it.
What she should be worrying about was the future. Right.
Just then, she heard a clamor from the hall. The girl quickly shut the window and turned around expecting the worst.
Maybe they had made a mistake.
After all, anyone could see that she wasn't witch material.
'Hi, do you mind if we joined you?' A head of messy black hair pops into the compartment.
Whew not a mistake. She did like it here.
'We were kicked out of our previous seats.' A boy following him explains, grinning sheepishly. 'He's James, I'm Sirius, and the mute one behind me is Remus.'
Their remaining friend, one with sandy blond hair appeared to be clutching a book and in a state of shock. Weird, she loved books and had never tried to squeeze to death the few she had been lucky enough to lay her hands on.
The girl smiled and then replied to the first boy's question:
'No, no, of course I don't mind. My name's Rose.'
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Number of words in story = 800
Yes, I know it's rather short but any longer and it would be all filler.
Till next time
'MUHAHAHAHAHA*sigh*HAHAHAHA!!!!!'