Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, HOGWARTS, OR ANYTHING- IN, RELATING, OR REVOLVING AROUND AND TO THE BOOKS AND FILMS. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTED OWNER; THE LOVELY J.K. Rowling who created such a fantastic world of brilliance, fantasy and, magic. I only own a few OC's for this fanfiction solely for entertainment & creative purposes. I won't really be using much of what happens in the books and films, because it's been overused only I do fancy reading the Harry Potter books. Please do not copy this book-YOU may find yourself reported.
wArNiNg: No, this is rated mature for some terrible reasons. Those reasons include jokes of incest, talk & mention of rape involving incest, gore, some violence, hardly any sexual content (because, I'm not). I don't condone the dark $h!+ I write, but for a good story to take place (even fan fiction) this has to happen. Also, there will be cuss words + I just needed to write this book since I've been meaning to. Cool? Onward, children...the following list below will be complicated (not gonna lie).
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"Bowie!" growled an infuriatingly, familiar blue eyed boy. His neat raven hair swept to the side to reveal a certain scar on his forehead. "Frost!"
Narrowing, her grey green eyes at him; she rose an eyebrow. A smirk lighting up her tan features. Her chocolate brown hair, lazily blowing in the wind. "Plotter!"
Frowning, he began to shake his head at her like she'd done something wrong. Truthfully, he couldn't be sure. He was best friends with a maniac who hardly hung around. "Don't call me that!"
"You know not to call me by my first or last name!" The short girl hissed. She swiftly removed herself from a cracking tree branch, tempting it to break while landing softly on the dying grass underneath a greying sky. A frown tugging at her lips. She wore all black except for her red leather combat boots that she made sure were properly laced up.
A disgruntled look settled itself on his face at her words. "Then, what do you want me to call you?"
The girl wore an unamused smirk, moving closer to the boy who lived. She slapped her hands on either side of his shoulders, really taking the Brit off guard. "Uh-duh! We're far from friends..."
He grew uneasy at her assumption, ready to correct her if the need arose which it seemed to be. "Bowie, we-"
Glaring, she angrily shook her head. She dug her fingernails a bit into his arms to gather his attention.
"We're best friends! Which means you can call me by my nickname!" She waved away his earlier assumptions. She wouldn't be into someone who was much rather a family member in her eyes.
Relief flooded through the veins of Harry Potter. A small smile tugging his lips upwards.
The female eased her grip on the taller boy, slinging an arm across his back.
"Which would be, Bowtie or Bounty right?" Harry cautiously asked, watching her tense up. He didn't know the catlike Ravenclaw to be a cheery person, usually the girl was down while hanging by herself.
Her face contorted with livid rage. She removed her arm from around the boy who lived. She shook her head, gazing at the shimmering water of the lake near the edge of the open field she usually met him at.
"Your official new nickname is Plotter for those choice nicknames!" She hissed, causing him to bore a look of defeat.
Harry grew to be annoyed. "Fine! What is it you prefer your friends to call you? It's bad enough you forced me from my bed before the sunset in the freezing cold!"
The girl frowned. She didn't like yelling or confrontation of any sort. She tossed her hands into the air, stretching and yawning. She eagerly mocked the boy who lived.
"I prefer Bow!" She happily chirped. The yellow tint of rays coming from the sun above, showing the excitement in her eyes. "I have some good news!"
Harry groaned, plopping down on a bench. "Is this going to take years as well?"
Giggling, Bowie shook her head in disagreement. Sighing, she processed the words in her mind carefully. Sadness clenched her heart tightly in it's hand. She couldn't foresee the inevitable future or the possible outcome. "Plotter, I...it's, um, not something easy to spew from my mouth."
Harry rose an eyebrow at her. He knew she was being serious, but the use of the nickname proved otherwise. A slight grin split his features. "Is this about the innocent loner crushing on a troublemaker?"
"Shucks! No!" Bowie shouted, forcing herself onto her feet. She was ready to leave him by his lonesome. The dark haired girl wasn't wired to work that way. "This has to deal with something of importance!"
Harry had befriended Bowie in the year before their upcoming one. She wasn't even in the same year as him-in fact, she was a few years younger. He didn't necessarily know her age, but he knew her to keep her lips tight shut when it came to secrets. He sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair, thanks to a slight breeze passing by.
"What then?" Harry softly asked, causing the dark haired girl to become bitter. He watched her rebuild the walls that had fallen when they had grown somewhat close.
She was a bit like Harry in the sense of not really having anybody. Aside from a few friends. She was much moodier, and talked to animals; proving to others, her freakishness. The best part was her transferring from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts while becoming slight friends with the bookworm of Gryffindor house.
"It's my half-brother!" Bowie spat, tearing up. She didn't want to speak of the vile acts her half-brother had attempted to use to experiment on her body. "Don't fret yourself silly!"
Harry saw the raw emotion of pain; flicker in and out of her grey green eyes. He wanted to help his new best friend in any possible way. He walked over, placing his hands on her shoulders to make Bowie face him. "Bow, you can tell me anything. I promise to keep your secrets."
Bowie shot him a genuine smile. She had high hopes, but remembered the cruel ways of the world. Muggle and non-muggle. She decided to keep her secrets safe within. "I'd tell you, but, you reminded me I'm not a friend of people!"
"Wizard or muggle," Harry half heartedly laughed. He was fully aware that she wanted to change topics. He couldn't blame the near crying girl who quickly shoved the pain into a deep place.
A place of self loathing, anxiety, depression and, sad anger. A lethal combination if she lost control on anybody. A small smile, trying to form on her usual grumpy face. Straightening up, she began to happily skip. "Sometimes, you know me so well. What do you think will have changed once we return to Hoggywarts?"
Harry snorted at the nickname of the school. He shrugged. "I reckon things will have changed or they won't."
"I'll be with chilling with Fawn Pierce and Wren Corsh. Godric, they'll murder each other." Bowie mused in a happy tone. She may be a loner-or rather, The Loner, but she did have a few friends who had her back no matter what.
Harry chuckled, "they're from different houses, aren't they?"
"Fawn is a Hufflepuff, Wren is a Ravenclaw. I know some others to chill with." Bowie continued, nodding her head.
Harry stuck his tongue out in thought. He narrowed his eyes until something came to mind. "What about Dashkins or Garrett?"
Bowie felt her face burn a shade of pink at the mention of Dash, considering she had a slight crush on him.
The boy was tall, lanky, blonde, and had emerald eyes. Who wouldn't melt over him? He was working his way up to becoming the head Gryffindor.
Garrett had dirty blonde hair in the form of a buzzcut. His eyes were blue, but he was nice for a Slytherin.
"You realize Garrett is practically family?!" Bowie smacked him on the arm. A scowl coloring her paling features. "I cannot believe you'd think that way."
"You didn't object to Dash!" Harry called to her, making her glower his way.
"How about you and Malfoy?!" Bowie growled, throwing her hands in the air. Yep, she was losing her freaking temper. If looks could kill, she'd be in the winning for daggers.
Harry opened and closed his mouth. He couldn't find the right words to form. His cheeks tinting a rosy color. He returned to reality, shaking his head to show it wasn't a relevant topic. "Bowie! You know better!"
Bowie said nothing to his words. She scurried off into the afternoon shadows, playing on the walls. She shouldn't have taken her anger out on him, but he was being no better.
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