Chapter 1
I was glad to see it go. See the school fade into dust and all the stupid kids gone. Dad said that the move to Gladsburry is going to be the best thing that could ever happen to us. I doubted it.
"Steph come on!" My little sister Marie motioned to me; i ran to catch up to the rest of the family to our flight.
Mom took the window seat Dad took the aisle seat. My sister and I sat across from them; I took the window seat.
"Three hours kids and we will be in our new home." Said my mom smiling at me; I smiled back at her. I was eager to get somewhere new, a fresh start. I helped my sister get out her Ipad and I grabbed my phone. Three hours of nothing but Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets going through my head; that should calm the butterflies in my stomach. The tape bagan to play and i was transported back into the world i loved ever so much. Harry, Ron, and Hermione greeted me; with smiles and laughs. Growing up I was always different from the other kids and didn't make friends; I was too geeky and didn't understand the other kids jokes. This made me an outcast so i turned to books for solace. This time would be different though, this year was a new start I would make friends this time.
The house was a huge brick two story house with a huge fenced in back yard fit for a pool.
"Stephanie come here." my mother called. I made my way down stairs. My bed and desk were set up along with my dresser.
"Woah! Mom where is Marie supposed to put her stuff? This room is too small." She grinned.
"This is your room." My jaw dropped.
"You mean we don't have to share a room anymore?!"
"Nope." I hugged her tighter than i have ever hugged anyone. "Well you better unpack all your stuff." she said when i finally let her go.
"Absolutely." She closed the door behind her leaving me with all of the boxes on the floor. I looked around the room; my white furniture stood out against the light blue walls.
"My own room." I said aloud as if thinking I would wake up from a dream. But it wasn't a dream at all.
I started unpacking box after box putting things just as they were when we lived in the old house. I hung up my undesirable number one placard. I put my wand on my dresser, hung up my Marauders map and then and only then did it feel like home.
"Girls come up for dinner." my mother called to us.
"Race you." Marie said.
"Go!" We ran upstairs to the kitchen table both laughing.
"So what do you guys think of the new house?" Asked Mom.
"It's great mom." I said.
"It's fantastic!" Said Marie.
"How do you guys like your rooms?" Asked Dad.
"I cant believe I get my own room!" Marie said as she dipped a chicken nugget into ketchup.
"That is epic." I said.
"Now i want those rooms to stay spotless is that clear." We both were surprised by my Dads change in tone.
"Yes." We said in unison.
"Good."
I went to bed that night thinking about my new life here. I would start my softmore year here at North Berry High.
"Things will change." I told myself. "Things will change."
I got up the next morning to the sound of my father yelling about how the water didn't taste right.
"Some things never change." I said. There was a knock at the door which made me jump a foot.
"Hey Steph, wow." My mom entered my room.
"I know isn't it great?" She looked disappointed.
"Steph remember what we talked about? About growing up a little." i groaned.
"Mom it's my room."
"I know sweetie but you're sixteen now. I mean girls your age aren't really into Harry Potter anymore."
"Mom." I whinned.
"Stephanie if you make friends and they come in here and see all of this kid stuff."
"It's not kid stuff it's my stuff." i said crossly.
"Honey they are going to laugh at you. Look you can keep your stuff just keep it hidden. Okay? Please. Your father walks in here and sees this he is going to..."
"Alright mom I get it I'll hide my stuff."
"Thank you sweetie." She closed the door behind her just as my rage bubbled over. I ripped my Quittage poster off the wall ripping the corners.
"Great I really liked that one." I said out loud. I grabbed my wand knowing it wouldn't work; i swished and flicked "Oculos reparo" I said knowing damn well it wouldn't work. I turned back and put my wand in its box then turned back to the poster. I blinked. The corners were fixed. "What the hell." I examined the poster more throuraly and yes the corners were indeed fixed. "That's not possible." i breathed.
"Stephanie!" My father called. No time to figure this out right now.
I hid the rest of my Harry Potter memorabilia in my closet where no one would look. The room now looked bare with no essence of my personality what so ever. That didn't matter I had bigger things to figure out. I ripped a piece of paper at the corner.
"Oculos reparo." I pointed my wand at the paper but nothing happened. "Oculos reparo." I repeated, still nothing. Maybe I was just imagining things but I couldn't have been I know I ripped the corners I know I did. It was getting late the sun had gone down I felt my eyes getting heavy. Time to sleep, I've got school in the morning and I have to focus on getting some friends.
I sat up on a hill overlooking the black lake.
"Hey!" Came a voice from behind me. I turned to see Harry Hermione and Ron all hiking up the hill toward me.
"Harry!" He wrapped me in a hug. "You're not going to believe this. I did magic." All three of them stared at me. "I got mad and ripped my poster then used reparo to fix it."
"You could get in trouble for that Stephanie." Chided Hermione.
"Are you sure you did magic?" Said Harry.
"That's the thing when I tried it again it didn't work."
"Well I remember when I first showed signs of magic." said Ron. "It would work once then not work for a couple of days. Mum said that was normal."
"Just be careful when you are angry Steph." Said Harry. I laughed.
"Yeah or I might accidentally blow up my mom like you did your aunt Marge Harry."
"Not funny Steph." He grumbled.
"She deserved it and you know it Harry." He smirked.
"Nearly caused Uncle Vernon to have a heart attack." We all laughed.
"So are you excited for school?"
"Nervous is more like it Hermione." I replied.
"Don't worry you'll do fine."
"Yeah." said Ron. "At least muggle schools don't have to worry about Snape." I burst into laughter.
"He's not that bad Ron."
"Hermione he hates us." said Harry crossly.
"If I were here I would give it right back to him like your old man used to do Harry." I said confidently.
"I would pay ten galleons to see you stick it to em girl." Said Harry smiling.
"Harry don't get her into trouble." Hermione whispered harshly.
"I'll take your bet Mr. Potter and if I ever end up in Hogwarts Snape will have another thing coming." The dream began to fade.
"Goodbye Stephanie good luck in school." Said Hermione running down the hill.
"Catch you later." said Ron following after her. Now it was just me and Harry on the hill.
"You'll do alright girl. Just keep your head up." He hugged me tightly. "Remember I will be here when you need me most."
"Always?" I asked.
"Always." He whispered.
I woke feeling refreshed and ready for the day ahead. Well I was ready until I came down stairs.
"You're going to school dressed like that?" My father asked. I had on jeans my black leather boots and a tank top.
"What's wrong with it?"
"You look like a slut." I sighed.
"Steph just put the jeans over your boots and go put on a different shirt." said my mother. I did so and left for school without another word to my family.
Homeroom class was lead by a woman who I swear to god looked exactly like Umbridge. She handed out our schedules and just told us to be quiet for the rest of the time. Not that anyone listened to her. I was just thankful she didn't have the quill. My first class is history, a tall man in a coat in tie stood at the front of the classroom.
"Alright people you know the drill. Here are the classroom rules." I tuned him out after that. He handed out the student forms just before we left. The next class was the same. The third class was speech so needless to say we had to stand up and say something.
"Alright dear tell us your name and something you love."
"My name is Stephanie and I am a huge Harry Potter fan." I said. The class just rolled their eyes, stupid muggle kids I thought. I sat down. I was wrong things were not going to change.
"Weirdo." said the boy behind me. I shook my head trying to brush him off. Stupid muggle. I didn't pay attention to the rest of the day it didn't matter to me. I went to lunch sitting down in a booth all by myself. I tried to pretend it didn't bother me, that I was used to it by now, but it did bother me. A group of teens walked passed my table. The raven haired girl turned around.
"Pot head!"
"The correct term it Potter head not pot head."
"Ooh what are you going to do hex me?" I smirked at her pointing my finger at her.
"Don't think I won't." The whole group laughed except for the redheaded girl.
"Come on Vicky let's leave her alone." said the redhead.
"Shut up little sister." Vicky snapped.
"Leave me alone Icky Vicky. You know they made a song about you and played it on TV." Vicky's eyes turned to ice. She took my lunch tray and spilled it into my lap. The gang laughed and walked passed me. I glared back at Vicky in her dark green stilettos oh how I wished one of those heels would break. I looked back at my table, then snap! My head whipped around to see Vicky on the ground the heel of her shoe snapped. I just spun around in my seat. Had I done that? Harry's voice came flooding back in my head.
"Be careful when you get angry Steph."
"Oh shit." I whispered. I watched as the redhead carried her sister past me.
"You hexed me!" She screamed. "You..." her voiced trailed off down the hall. What is going on here I thought to myself.
I walked into the door of my house.
"Hey Steph how was your day?"
"Mom I thought you said this move was going to be a good idea. Everyone in school thinks I'm an idiot."
"Oh Steph, I am sure that's not true." Said my dad who was sitting in his leather arm chair.
"Dad the teacher asked me what I am into."
"Stephanie Jane Marks. Please tell me you didn't mention anything about those stupid Harry Potter books."
"That's what I am into though."
"Stephanie, we have talked about this. You are never going to make any friends if you keep mentioning those kid books!" My father yelled. Great this day was going to get worse much worse.
"They are not kids books and I love them." I made my way toward my room.
"Stop right there." He said rising out of his chair. I froze turning to look at him. He was right in my face now his finger trusted in my face. "Now you listen here girl." He snarled. "You are going to stop with all this Harry Potter shit."
"Jake." said my mother grabbing his arm.
"NO! This stops and it stops right now!" He grabbed me by the collar and took me up to my room. He strode over to my bed. My head board had three cabinets. He flung open the first one which held a few school trophies. He went to the third one which had a few small books in it.
"Dad what are you looking for?" I asked meekly.
"Shut up girl." He opened the middle drawer to reveal my entire Harry Potter collection. He took the books and began ripping them apart.
"DAD NO!" My mother held me back.
"It's for your own good!" He yelled.
"Mom, stop him! Stop him please!" I begged tears streaming down my face. She just held me tighter. As my father ripped apart every page of my precious collection.
"There now you will make friends and all this nonsense will end." They both left my room my mother looked pale. I slammed the door and collapsed on the floor in a puddle of tears.