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there are none in this chappie. Please R&R
Ok, umm, this is sort of our first fic. (We had others, but I deleted them, really, really bad) I'm Maya and this is Ashiko. Please read and review!
A: Now, Maya, here is the calm, sane one. M: And you, Ashiko, are the hyper-active, loony. A: Hey! That's not very nice. *Starts sniffling M: I know how to stop her crying. Oy! Ashiko! A: Y-Yes? M: You know that Harry is soooooooooooo much cuter than Draco! A: (Totally forgot about crying) No way! My Draco rocks. Harry's a loser with four eyes. M: Is not! A: Is too M: No A: Yes
*And so the argument continues for another millennium.*
Crazy fan: Let's start the story already M + A: Ok!
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Opposites DO attract. Chapter: 1- Prefect Duty
Hermione walked through the dark corridor. She was on patrolling duty. Ron complained about this often, but then again, he never took his prefect duties seriously. I do thought Hermione, Mom and dad always told me to take my responsibilities seriously and I will. I will honor them, they were my whole world, now they're gone Thanks to that piece of bullshit, Voldemort. Hermione's eyes filled up with tears as she remembered the letter she got over 3 months ago.
*Flashback*
Hermione, Harry and Ron were up in the common room on a warm Thursday evening. It was only the second week of school and everything was perfect, as perfect as it gets t Hogwarts that is. An owl flew in through the window and dropped a roughly torn piece of parchment. The writing was also rough, as if it was written in a hurry. It read
Dear Hermione, We're sorry to inform you but your parents, Alice and Jacob Granger (A/N I don't know their real names, so let's pretend that her parents' names are
Alice and Jacob.) have been murdered by Voldemort's Death Eaters on Wednesday September 12. We regret it with all our hearts and you have our
deepest sympathies.
Sincerely,
The Order of the Phoenix
*End Flashback*
Since then things haven't been the same. Then again, how could they? How could anything be the same you read 1 slip of parchment and you find out you're an orphan. HOW THE HELL COULD ANYTHING BE THE SAME AFTER NEWS LIKE THAT???? Then again, maybe I shouldn't be that moody. I remember Ron and Harry talking about it the other day. I heard them say how bad they feel towards my "loss" as Harry put it but they both agreed that I'm acting kinda pissed at everyone. *Sigh* I don't know, I just don't know anything anymore. I'm so lost. At least Harry's more sympathetic, since his parents were also murdered by Voldemort. But, then again, he doesn't even remember them; so I guess it's a bit different, isn't it? So many questions, not enough answers.
Hermione kept walking, checking her watch every now and then. She had another half hour left of patrolling to do in this corridor. Personally, she didn't like it. It was forbidden to most students, the only exception was a couple of seventh years that had certain classes there. Some sort of very, very advanced Wicca and Black Magic. I don't even know why Dumbledore allows these types of subjects at Hogwarts. Wicca, ok why not, it sounds fascinating, but...Black Magic?????? It sounds very Voldemort-ish. A memory of a Jackie Chan Adventure episode came up and she heard Uncle's voice. To defeat magic, you must use magic. Maybe he's right. Maybe to defeat Voldemort's Black magic, we must use Black Magic against him. Oh, the possibilities. Once again, we have too many questions, and not enough answers...
A loud slam jerked Hermione out of her thoughts. She quickly hurried to where the noise was coming from. Sigh, I'll bet some first-year ended up getting lost. No matter how many times we tell them not to wander around the corridors at night. They never listen. Just like Fred and George.
Hermione stopped running when she approached the closest door. It looked normal; she reached out for the handle.
Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! Cliffy! I'm so mean, I know. You're mean? I'm the evil one around here! Hehehe. Don't mind the Jackie Chan joke; we're a big fan, that's all. We'll update when we get 5 reviews. All you have to do is press that little button. \/ \/ \/
Ok, umm, this is sort of our first fic. (We had others, but I deleted them, really, really bad) I'm Maya and this is Ashiko. Please read and review!
A: Now, Maya, here is the calm, sane one. M: And you, Ashiko, are the hyper-active, loony. A: Hey! That's not very nice. *Starts sniffling M: I know how to stop her crying. Oy! Ashiko! A: Y-Yes? M: You know that Harry is soooooooooooo much cuter than Draco! A: (Totally forgot about crying) No way! My Draco rocks. Harry's a loser with four eyes. M: Is not! A: Is too M: No A: Yes
*And so the argument continues for another millennium.*
Crazy fan: Let's start the story already M + A: Ok!
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Opposites DO attract. Chapter: 1- Prefect Duty
Hermione walked through the dark corridor. She was on patrolling duty. Ron complained about this often, but then again, he never took his prefect duties seriously. I do thought Hermione, Mom and dad always told me to take my responsibilities seriously and I will. I will honor them, they were my whole world, now they're gone Thanks to that piece of bullshit, Voldemort. Hermione's eyes filled up with tears as she remembered the letter she got over 3 months ago.
*Flashback*
Hermione, Harry and Ron were up in the common room on a warm Thursday evening. It was only the second week of school and everything was perfect, as perfect as it gets t Hogwarts that is. An owl flew in through the window and dropped a roughly torn piece of parchment. The writing was also rough, as if it was written in a hurry. It read
Dear Hermione, We're sorry to inform you but your parents, Alice and Jacob Granger (A/N I don't know their real names, so let's pretend that her parents' names are
Alice and Jacob.) have been murdered by Voldemort's Death Eaters on Wednesday September 12. We regret it with all our hearts and you have our
deepest sympathies.
Sincerely,
The Order of the Phoenix
*End Flashback*
Since then things haven't been the same. Then again, how could they? How could anything be the same you read 1 slip of parchment and you find out you're an orphan. HOW THE HELL COULD ANYTHING BE THE SAME AFTER NEWS LIKE THAT???? Then again, maybe I shouldn't be that moody. I remember Ron and Harry talking about it the other day. I heard them say how bad they feel towards my "loss" as Harry put it but they both agreed that I'm acting kinda pissed at everyone. *Sigh* I don't know, I just don't know anything anymore. I'm so lost. At least Harry's more sympathetic, since his parents were also murdered by Voldemort. But, then again, he doesn't even remember them; so I guess it's a bit different, isn't it? So many questions, not enough answers.
Hermione kept walking, checking her watch every now and then. She had another half hour left of patrolling to do in this corridor. Personally, she didn't like it. It was forbidden to most students, the only exception was a couple of seventh years that had certain classes there. Some sort of very, very advanced Wicca and Black Magic. I don't even know why Dumbledore allows these types of subjects at Hogwarts. Wicca, ok why not, it sounds fascinating, but...Black Magic?????? It sounds very Voldemort-ish. A memory of a Jackie Chan Adventure episode came up and she heard Uncle's voice. To defeat magic, you must use magic. Maybe he's right. Maybe to defeat Voldemort's Black magic, we must use Black Magic against him. Oh, the possibilities. Once again, we have too many questions, and not enough answers...
A loud slam jerked Hermione out of her thoughts. She quickly hurried to where the noise was coming from. Sigh, I'll bet some first-year ended up getting lost. No matter how many times we tell them not to wander around the corridors at night. They never listen. Just like Fred and George.
Hermione stopped running when she approached the closest door. It looked normal; she reached out for the handle.
Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! Cliffy! I'm so mean, I know. You're mean? I'm the evil one around here! Hehehe. Don't mind the Jackie Chan joke; we're a big fan, that's all. We'll update when we get 5 reviews. All you have to do is press that little button. \/ \/ \/