AN: Hi aha :) new story! This is just the prologue, so its short, but REVIEW if you want me to continue!
I own neither Harry Potter, nor the song Some Nights, which I am well aware was not around in the seventies!
PROLOGUE
Some Nights I wish that this song would end, cause I could use some friends for a change
The laughter swelled around her
Aria was shuddering, covered in the pumpkin juice that had been dumped on her from above. Her eyes watered as she stared at the ground dejectedly. The entire school was laughing and the enormous Great Hall almost shook with all the noise.
Her hair had been transfigured so that now, instead of a large quantity of brown locks, there was about 50 white feathers. Along with her red shirt and soaked appearance, she looked rather like a hen.
"Great job on this one Padfoot," A tall boy with messy hair smirked.
"I know Prongs, she really looks pathetic," Another boy, on Aria's left, with shaggy raven hair laughed. "I almost thought that she actually WAS a chicken!"
Aria let a small tear escape her hazel eyes before glaring up at the two boys on either side of her.
"Fucks sake can't you take a joke?" The tall one asked, the smirk still plastered across his face.
"I hate you both," She snapped, before quickly covering her mouth, surprised at her own hostility.
The two snickered, looking unapologetic. "Do you know who we are?" The shaggy haired one asked.
"No," Aria mumbled. The Great Hall, which had fallen into silence so as better to hear the proceedings, broke out into incredulous murmurs.
"I'm Sirius Black," The shaggy one stated arrogantly.
The other one cut across him, "And I, my dear, am James Potter."
Just because Aria didn't know who James Potter and Sirius Black were didn't necessarily mean that she was a loner. She just preferred to be alone. There was nothing wrong with that. Okay, so maybe she didn't know who the most popular people in school were. She had better things to do than gossip, like, for example, study.
In fact, Aria was currently huddled into a dark corner of the library, her nose buried deep in a book about the rise of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Madame Pince occasionally looking fondly over at the one girl who was always there.
Unaware that a girl was looking curiously over at her, she lost herself in the world of Greshwa the Stupid who, in 1547, deflected a Cruciatus cure by mumbling random words, and in the Elven-Goblin War of 1323, when the elves and the goblens formed their first, and only, alliance to try and defeat the mountain trolls who were after both of them. The only way she knew to forget shame, was to study.
Lily Evans made it her job to befriend people who the Marauders victimized, as long as they werent Slytherin's. So when she saw that their latest target had been that shy, chubby Hufflepuff from the year below, she was a bit displeased.
It wasn't that she didn't like the company of chubby Hufflepuff's, per say, but this chubby Hufflepuff in particular was a bit... odd. And antisocial. And Lily really didn't want to have to deal with that.
But if she had to, in the name of putting James Potter in his place, she would. Aria St Clair would never know what hit her.