AN: Hello my dear children!
Audience:….
Me: I had an urge to write a Harry Potter fan fiction. I've been telling E.V. (OTHER BEST FRIEND) and Emmy-Lee (recall from my other author's notes, yes them.) that I wanted to write one for a while now. Let's see how it does, and maybe I continue. Oh, and I might be away from my Bleach fanfic for awhile. I have writer's block on that story, and my Narnia fanfic will be updated my next Sunday. And grave news for those who personally know me. Family life starts this coming Tuesday. Bleh!
Alistair: Heh, Heh. That must suck for you. (Yes Emmy- Lee owns him too. He's my brother)
Me: Heh, Heh. I know where you live. *holds a knife up*
Alistair: *gulp* Yeah I'm…gonna go that way… bye *runs in random direction*
Emmy-Lee: Run, run, run, as fast a you can… your gonna die.
Me: *sweat-drop* really, was that totally necessary. I mean he is your boyfriend. (He's based off of her real boyfriend, who will suffer if he breaks her heart. I HOPE YOU'RE READING THIS, BOY!)
Emmy-Lee: Yes it was necessary. I was bored. *twirls knife that she stole from me*
Me: Anyways, I don't own anything except my OCs; actually, I only own one of them. Emmy-Lee and E.V. own the other two. *looks at best friends*you girls know who owns who. Now Let us begin!
Chapter 1 meeting the girls
It was one of those days when nothing goes right for me. I was running late to potions, because Lily, my friend and adopted sister (AN: familiar, right Emmy!) didn't wake me up on time, and Vyvyan, our other friend and Lily's real sister, my adopted one, (AN: E.V. THIS IS FOR YOU) stole my good shoes for the day. So yes, I'm running through the dungeons, barefooted, late to potions. What a wonderful way to start the day.
"Miss Hale, how nice of you to join us. Ten points, Gryffindor." Snape sneers as I rush to my seat next to Vyvyan. She just happens to be the best at potions. Even Hermione is jealous. I personally think she even enjoys Snape, even though he hates her Gryffindor awesomeness.
I began to work on the potion that was written on the board. It wasn't that complicated. When I was finished, I was satisfied with the results, until Ron, being the asshat he was, knocked over my creation while walking by. It spilled everywhere, everything in its path emanating light off of it.
"Ronald Weasley! Look what you did!" I shrieked, causing Gryffindor to lose ten more points. I grabbed my belongings, and marched to Madam Pomfrey, so she could stop my glowy-ness. Ron, Lily, and Vyvyan ran to keep up with me. They were glowing different colors too. Lily was blue, Vyvyan was red, and Ron was, oddly enough, glowing the color of his horrid hair. I looked at my palms, they were glowing a calming green.
When we reached the hospital wing, we were rushed to beds, the potions name slipping our minds. Madam Pomfrey had to march down to the dungeons and ask for the name herself, since we were 'hopeless children' as she put it.
"I like glowing. It makes me feel special." Lily says, trying to break the silence. Ron gave here a confused look, Vyvyan glared at her.
"Oh, but you're already very special, a very special snowflake!" I tease her. She glares at me, but Vyvyan laughs, her milk chocolate eyes glowing with satisfaction and joy. Thirty minutes had passed, and Madam Pomfrey still was not back, but the light coming from our skin and hair was fading.
Ron was the first to return to normal, and he ran to the next class, probably scared of my gang. We sat in silence for another good ten minutes, our bodies still glowing at the same rate. "This is hell." Vyvyan moans, falling back in misery on the cot.
"At least we got to skip Trelawney's horrid class." I mutter, trying in vain to cheer her up. "We're going to miss Lupin's class at this rate. He's the only good teacher this year!" She yells, so I can hear. "Why don't we just leave for his class, glowing like aliens or not?" Lily suggests. Vyvyan shoots ups, and I turn to look at her. "Lil, you're a genius!" I scream, tackling her from the bed. She screams bloody murder as we fall down to the floor. I sit up, looking at my short friend; her crimson pixie cut hair going everywhere from my attack. I apologize, and help her up, moving my dark mane from my face. "What do you say, Vy? Skip poking and prodding from and old raisin, to go to our dear teacher's class?" I ask, my gray eyes connecting with her dark, heavily-lined, eyes. She smiles and nods, not one for words.
It was almost time for Defense Against the Dark Arts, when Madam Pomfrey rushes in, with four bottles in her hands. "Where did Mr. Weasley go?" she asks.
"He turned back to normal, which isn't much." Vyvyan replies coolly. Madam Pomfrey nods, and then shoves the bottles of liquid down our throats. We immediately change back to our normal, pale complexions. I grabbed my books, and ran to DADA with my adopted family. We had reached class right before it started. I paused in the doorway, trying to catch my breath, the other third years staring at me. I was the first to arrive out of the three of us. I was about to walk through the door, when I went crashing to the ground. I sit up, and see Lily looking sheepishly at me, her green eyes gleaming in the light. "Lilith Evangeline Hale, you better watch your back." I growled, smiling my evil smile I preserve for moments like this. If I thought Lily was pale before, she was as sure as hell pale now. She scrambled up and ran to Vyvyan, who would protect her younger fraternal twin no matter the death sentence, even from me, and I have a record of breaking others to the point of them screaming for mercy, usually our older brother, Jonathan, who was in his last year in Hogwarts.
I pushed myself up and took my seat, fuming from the bruises now forming on my back. Lupin walks in and class starts. We start talking about who knows what. Even though this is my favorite class, it doesn't mean I pay attention. I instead use this time to sketch. I start with a Hungarian Horntail Dragon, spewing fire at a massive boulder.
"Miss Hale," Lupin says, breaking my concentration on the sketch, I had started drawing a person behind the boulder. I turn to see the whole class gone. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Lupin asks me. "No sir, I was just drawing." I answer honestly, knowing he wouldn't bust me for this.
Lupin smiles and walks over to me. "May I see this drawing of yours?" he asks. I hand over my unfinished sketch to him. He studies it intently. "Who is the person behind the boulder?" He asks, pointing to person with no face. (AN: SLENDY-MAN. jk)
"I don't know sir, but I have a feeling I know him, if you know what I mean?" I answer as best I can. "I don't know what you mean, but I do know you need to pay more attention to class. Have a wonderful day, Miss Hale." Crap. Busted.
Lupin hands me my drawing, and I run straight through the door, bumping into some one, and falling, once again. I look up to see a stunned Harry Potter, looking down on me. "Sorry, I didn't where I going Harry." I say, smiling up at him. He holds out his hand, helping me up. I take it, standing straight, and brushing invisible dirt off of me. I look back at Harry, who happens to be a good inch or two taller than me. "It's okay; I didn't look at where I was going either. Why did you run out like of there like its on fire?" he asks. I chuckle, getting an idea for a prank I had to give the Weasley twins. "I was busted for drawing again. Why are you coming back?" I reply, waving my sketch in front of his face.
"Extra credit," is all he says, before steeping around me, and into the classroom. "See you in the common room!" I yell behind me, at my friend before I head there myself. Something about him and this picture seem odd.
Aha! I have completed a good chapter for once! Victory! Please tell me what you have thought about it, or just write you are thinking of right now, like cabbages, or something, your choice. I love you my children, GOOD NIGHT!(Or good day, or good morning. Whatever time you read this.)