AN: Hello everyone! Yeah new story. I don't own the HP characters, only my own. Um...this chapter might be a little boring lol but I hope you like it anyways. Please comment or review or whatever you call it and all that 3 Oh and all the actual HP characters won't come in until chapter 3. So yeah...first two chapters are just a little blah. But um yeah.

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What happens when two best friends that are 16 years old find out that they're witches? And they end up in two houses that happen to be enemies. And what does Draco Malfoy have to do with all of this? Read and Review please

Slytherin's Little Princess

Introduction

Hey, I'm Amy Lee Dumas. I'm pretty much your average 16 year old girl. Well...ok minus the anger management problems, but we're not all perfect. I have dark blonde hair with violet highlights through it. my ears are pierced twice on my right ear, and three times on my left. The third is peirced through the cartilage up by the top of my ear. I'm slightly short, I'm 5'1". I have honey coloured eyes. So see? I'm your average teenage girl. Well, I thought I was at least.

Chapter 1

' Thank God it's summer.' I thought trying to open my eyes, but getting blinded by the summer morning sun. ' Though, I could live without being blinded every morning.'

I rolled myself out of bed, deciding to have a shower later. That decision also included, brushing my teeth and hair later too. I felt incredibly tired while walking down the stairs. ' One...two...one...' I counted in my head, each step I took. I was so lost in counting that I didn't realize I was in the dining room until I ran into the table. Let me tell you, the corner of any table kills when you jab it into your hip. I don't care whether it's rounded off or not.

"Ow! God..." I hissed out. Of course, my brother, being the jerk that he is, laughed. He obviously thought it was hilarious. It wouldn't have been that bad, if orange juice hadn't come out of his nose. Lovely sight to see in the morning, no?

"Why do you always have to be so immature about everything?" I asked, watching him find how amusing the spattered orange juice looked on the table. Did I mention that he's supposed to be turning 20 next month? Yeah...he's four years older than me, and he acts like he's four years younger than me.

My answer was nothing but a stare and a shrug. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I then noticed that my mum wasn't in the kitchen like usual. Hoping I wasn't going to get a stupid answer, I asked my brother.

"Mike, where's mum?"

"She's on the phone," he answered, finally deciding to clean up the juice.

"Oh." That's all I said. So I turned around and I went to walk back up the stairs to go have a shower. ' Well so much for having my shower later, ' I thought. I walked into my room to find some clothes. After much debate, (yeah right) I picked out a pair of dark blue jeans, a black long sleeve tee, with Rock N Roll written on the top. A skull and a cross were on it as well, the cross being behind the skull. And all the other usual crap.

I started the water, letting it warm up before I got in. I brushed my hair, getting all the tangles out before washing it. Feeling that the water was warm enough, I got in. A half hour later I was out. I put my clothes on and did my make-up. I dried my hair, brushed it, then my teeth. Then went downstairs.

I walked over to the cabinet, got a glass, then went over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of milk. I chose milk over orange juice knowing the horrible taste of it after brushing my teeth. Yeah, you know the one. I sat down at the table, I noticed my brother was gone and figured he had gone to his girlfriends. By the looks of it, my mum was still on the phone too. I soon noticed it was the first day of summer and I was already bored. It wasn't like I could just go out and hang out with my many friends. Why? Cause I only had one. Yup, that's right, one. Mariah Hughes. Why only one friend? Well I'm not too popular simply because I speak more with my fists than with my mouth. The fact that I'm new to England and doing all that doesn't help much either. My mum and dad got transferred here from Canada. I wasn't too pleased to have to move, but there wasn't much I could do. So I ended up here and having anger management problems hasn't helped me make friends. So yeah...that's why.

"Argh..." I groaned and dropped my head on the table. "Ow," yeah..I'm not too bright. I lifted my head up and decided to call Mariah to see if she wanted to do anything.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mariah?"

"Yeah, it's me"

"Are you doing anything today? 'Cause I'm already bored out of my mind," I whined into the phone.

She laughed. "Jeeze girl, you complain about school and how you wish it was over, and now that it is, you're whining about that too."

"You never answered my question," I said flatly ignoring her.

"And no I'm not doing anything, I guess I could do something with you."

"You guess? Jeeze...I feel so wanted"

I could tell from the sound she made, that she had just stuck her tounge out at me.

"Whatever. Anyway, what do you want to do? Mall? Movie? Just go out?" I asked her, sounding impatient. I got like that very quickly.

"Hmm...I think the mall, then just go and hang around."

"Sounds good to me. Meet you in five."

"Sure," she answered. We only lived like one house away from eachother.

' I just hope we don't see that jackass downtown.' I thought.

While walking to the corner of where we normally meet, I was off in my own world thinking of Brett a.k.a Jackass.

' Does he always have to pick on people who aren't popular! He always makes them feel like shit. If it wasn't for Seth, he would have ended up with more than broken nose, for harrassing Mariah.'

"Amy!" I heard my name being screamed into my ear.

"Ow, I'm not deaf, but I might just get that way if you keep it up."

"Well, you weren't answering me. Anywho, let's get going," she said to me and started to drag me down the street.

It took us about fifteen to twenty minutes to walk to mall. We spent almost half the day in the mall. We were in the last store when guess who we ran in to. Brett.

"Well, look who we have here," he said looking at Mariah. "I'm surprised to see you outside showing that face of yours. I mean, if I were you, I wouldn't want to be seen with her." He said the last sentence looking at me. The two clones that were behind him tittered away at his supposedly good insult to my friend. I could feel my anger swell up inside me. I wanted to punch his ugly face in, and Seth wasn't here to stop me this time. I never got around to hitting him though because after Mariah and I looked at eachother, then at Brett, he went flying backwards through the air. The clones shrieked and ran to him. After staring at him for five minutes trying to figure out what happened, we ran home.

"Oh, my God, what happened back there?" Mariah asked to no one in particular.

"I don't know, but I'm not going to worry about it. He got what he deserved. I think he'll have a bit of a headache after hitting that tree." I said, snickering a bit at the end. I looked up to the sky and saw that storm clouds were coming in.

"Hm, I think I better grab the mail out of the mailbox so it doesn't get soaked like the last time." I remembered the time I came home and my mom was throwing a letter into the fire, because it was soaking wet, or that's what I thought at least. I walked over to the mailbox and pulled out the mail. I looked through it. ' Bill...bill...' I then found a letter addressed to me...and another letter addressed to Mariah. I cocked an eyebrow at that but gave it to her.

"Um, here."

She looked at me with a strange expression on her face but shrugged. We decided to open them there. After reading reading the letter, both of us just stood there on the spot.

Then with a confused look, we said in unision "School of witchcraft and wizardy?!"

"We're witches?!" Mariah screached.

"By the looks of it, I'm guessing so. But...why didn't our parents tell us?" I wondered feeling angry with my parents.