'Ello! This is an odd Harry Potter fanfiction, so ... I don't know, enjoy? I need disclaimer ideas.
Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter One: Snow
I'm Nimiane. Listen, if you get this, I may still be alive. Six years ago, when I was eleven, this story really starts. I went to a school for "problem" children. That's where it all changed.
I walked up six flights of stairs, humming my favorite song from the movie 'Frozen,' called 'Let it Go.' I finally got to my dorm. I opened the door to find my friend Bianca sitting on her bed, looking into the distance. "Hey Bianca!" I shouted, snapping her out of her trance as I plop next to her.
"Oh. Hi," she mumbled. My long, midnight black hair is in a ponytail that whaps her in the face as I grab my bag.
"Oops! Sorry!" I giggled. Her face still looked downcast.
"What's wrong?" I questioned. She simply starts to tear; that couldn't mean anything good.
Sniffing, she answered, "Jeff, you know h-how he asked me out? An-and I said yes? The d-date was yesterday at noon." She paused, and I nodded, signaling for her to continue. "Well, he... he... he never came!" Bianca started to cry.
"Oh Bee, it's gonna be okay!" I promised, even though it wouldn't. "I'll go get us some soda." I mumbled, knowing its in the mini fridge in the other corner of the room.
I snatched up two cherry sodas. The fridge must've been broken, because the sodas were warm. I look in the mirror. My hair was waist-long, black, and wavy, with blue and green streaks died in. I had greenish blue eyes and I always wore silver eye shadow. Jeff was the hottest guy in school, and I'm shamed to admit that I had a crush on him. The thoughts running through my mind were along the lines of 'He'd never ask me out.' I was so distracted in my own thoughts that I didn't notice the soda bottles gathering ice on them. I only noticed when Bianca screamed.
That's when I knew something was wrong. Bee rarely flips out. I'm a completely different story. I don't give a fuck about what other people think. Well, most of the time. It's not like I'm a princess! "What is it?" I inquired. Then I felt the cold of the originally warm bottles. Shocked, I released them, staring down in surprise at my hands. How the bloody hell did that happen? I kept thinking.
"Bee, get the headmistress! Hurry!" I said, my voice oddly calm, considering the fact I was so terrified of myself. Hurry Bee, was all I could think as the world went black.