Hey guys, new story =D
It just popped into my head, and i don't even know the ending, so I'm just going with the flow xP
Disclaimer; I own Harry Potter... I wish =/
A/N: Okay, the songs in this are modern, because... I don't know any 70's songs and Scarlet likes singing- alot.
Chapter Une
"Scaaaar" my bestfriend, Emma, whined. I was at her place and it was the last day of the holidays. Tomorrow we would be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the last time. It was our 7th year, and Emma wanted to give me a make-over.
"No, Emma." I said, turning on my bed. It was 3 am, and we'd be leaving for Kings Cross in a few hours.
"Come ooooon. I asked your mom. She was totally fine with it."
She looked at me eagerly, her blond shimmering hair falling beside her face and her green eyes big and wide- and begging. I raised an eyebrow.
"Em. We need sleep." I stated and turned over.
She bounced off her bed and stood in front of me, looking slightly crazy.
"SCARLET, I WILL GIVE YOU A MAKE-OVER TODAY!" She suddenly grabbed my hand, pulled me up with force and made me sit down on the stool in front of the dressing table.
"Em, what the f-"
"NOT A WORD!"
That's it. My bestfriend had lost her mind. About time. I didnt struggle, knowing it would cause me physical pain if I did.
Grabbing her wand, she waved it at my hair, causing my hair to get washed and dried. My scalp felt amazingly cool and I closed my eyes. I could get used to this. When I peeked through them, I saw Emma going through some bottles. I saw my reflection and sighed. My red hair fell in slight waves down my shoulders, some strands poking out from various places. My eyes had bags under them, and I was deathly pale. My lips were chapped. Before, I used to look decent. Not stunning or anything, but acceptable. But ever since Dads death... everything changed. Now it was the night before school and I looked like I had been through hell and back. Which I sort of had.
The only thing stunning about me right now were my eyes, which were always special. They were blue. But with a tinge of hazel in them near the pupil. I always loved my eyes. Usually they're shining with humor and... ahem... intelligence.
But now, they looked dead. And that was kind of depressing...
Emma sprayed something on my hair, bringing me out of my revrie.
I closed my eyes, took deep breathes, and tried to ignore all the pulling and pinching.
"Scar!" My dad yelled.
"Dad." I whimpered. No. No. No. Please. Dad had a crazed look in his eyes, mixing with panic and fraustration. He grabbed hold of me.
"Scarlet, listen to me. Run. Do not stop for anything. Most important, do not try to help me, ok?" he said, rather calmly.
"No. Dad, its suicide!"
He looked into my eyes, and I knew. I knew he didnt expect to get out of this alive. He'd let the Death Eaters take him, if it meant that i could get away.
"NO!" I threw my arms around him and started crying.
"No...no... i wont let you, Dad. You can't..."
"SCAR!"
My eyes snapped open, and I noticed that the first rays of sunlight were entering the room. Then I saw Emma, staring at me, looking concerned... and scared.
"I dont know what happened. I mean, you were relaxing peacefull till 15 minutes ago, when you started talking... I tried to wake you up... but you wouldn't. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do." Emma rambled.
"Okay!"
My eyes flew to the clock.
"Holy crap, is that the time?" I yelped, springing up from the chair. I notice two things. One; I was in pain, two; I looked different. I stared at myself in the mirror.
Woah.
That was me?
The girl who stood in front of me had soft, scarlet waves of hair falling on her shoulders. Her skin was unblemished and clear blue eyes looked out from under thick long lashes. Her lips were soft pink... but still a bit chapped. And I was that girl. I hadn't looked this neat and pretty since i was 13. I turned my eyes to Emma, who was standing there, chewing her bottom lip.
"What did you do to me?" I croaked out.
"Uh... well... if you must know, I blew out your hair. Fixed your skin a bit, not that it wasn't amazing before. Er... I glossed your lips, and, oh, put mascara on your lashes. That's... pretty much it." she said, biting her fingers and looking at me like I was going explode.
"Okay. Okay. We should get ready." I suggested, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I looked different and that I was getting the nightmares again.
We got dressed in Muggle clothes. I wore black skinny jeans and a red shirt with golden ballarina shoes. Hey, I was a Gryffindor. I put my MP4 in my pocket, even though I won't be able to use it at Hogwarts. I walked out of the room and right into Nathan, Emma's brother.
"Woah, Scar, wa-ah-ah-ah, what happened to you?" he asked, staring at me. I blushed. Nathan was actually quite cute, with jet black hair and, yes, green eyes. Green eyes were the Michels family. His hair was all over the place, which made him look even more surprised. To be honest, I had a tiny crush on him.
"Uh... Em gave me a make-over." I muttered.
"I can see that. You allowed her?"
"Yes, Nate. It's not big deal." I said, brushing past him to the kitchen where Mrs. Michels was cooking breakfast. She saw me coming. Smiling, she turned.
"Hey, hone- what happened to you?" She stared. This was going to be a long day.
Ok. Kinda sort and not that amazing, but it's just the first chapter. If you want me to update, review. If you don't, well... pity. I'll go kill myself. And I'll update soon, because the 2nd chapter's written ;D
