Mudblood: A Harry Potter Fan fiction
By GigglesStar
Note: I don't own Harry Potter and don't mean to offend anyone or anything with this story. Credit definitely goes to JK Rowling
Chapter One
Yes! I'm so excited! Tomorrow is my 11th birthday, and we're having the biggest birthday party ever. It's Harry Potter themed (obviously, it's my favorite series), and I'm going to dress up like Hermione Granger. I do look like her quite a lot, in fact. Well, at least how she's described in the books. JK Rowling says that she has "frizzy, untamable dark hair and brown eyes." I also have bushy, brown hair and chocolate eyes.
The party is going to have an awesome cake, and a magic group will come and perform Harry Potter related magic tricks. Since it's summer, we will also get to dip our legs in the cool, refreshing water in our pool in the warm July sun. A few of my friends and I (namely Chloe, Valerie, Eli, and Carter) all are dressing up as different characters. Redhead Chloe is acting as Ginny, while pale, blonde Eli is imitating Fleur. My oriental, dark-haired friend Carter is Cho, while Valerie is styled as Luna. I, as I mentioned before, will dress as Hermione, and I'm glad to, because she's a really strong, inspirational character who was a big role in the books.
I have big dreams of becoming a renowned book and movie critic in London, and getting to write reviews, good and bad. In fact, I have a personal diary of critique, hidden from Mum and Dad. I don't know why I hide it, I guess I'm too afraid that if they found out, they wouldn't support it.
Right now, the"decorating crew", which consisted of my mum, my dad, and my sister Thea, was scrambling around the backyard, placing last minute streamers and other decor. Mum was stubborn on not letting me help, "It's your birthday, let us do the work," she says. I'm fine with it: less work, more reading. More reading, more critiquing. I am sprawled across the living room couch, pretending to be reading a science textbook. Under the textbook, though, is my journal, where I'm finishing a review for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.
"Sadie, we're back!" Mum said, as she and the others bustled through the doors, "and blimey, are you going to love those decorations."
"Dee!" Thea says, pushing past mum and dad and running up to me, "I'm gonna surprise you!" I quickly close my book as she wraps me in a hug like a serpent and squeezes the life out of me (ok, I'm exaggerating). When she finally leaves me, I gasp for breath.
"Dee, why don't you go ahead and make dinner while Mum, T, and I get freshened up," Dad says, picking up Thea, who he also calls T, up on his shoulder.
"Sounds like a perfect arrangement," Mum says as she walks over to the stairs, "You can do it, right hon?"
"No, I'm going to spill ketchup all over the table and make a big mess because I'm a baby," I say sarcastically, then after a pause, "Duh!"
My family headed upstairs while I fixed up microwaveable hamburgers for all. As I was making food, I thought of something. What Hogwarts house would I, my family, and my friends be in? Let's see, I'm definitely not a Hufflepuff, because I can be mean at times. Ravenclaw: well, I do think a person should have brains, and not all show off and brawn. How about Gryffindor? I do like to take risks, because they turn out fun. Slytherin: I'm too open about my feelings for that. Who knows, I'm stuck between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
Thea comes stomping downstairs in her bunny pjs. "It's not fair!" she whines, "Mum and Dad say that if I want to play in the backyard in the bouncy house I'll have to take a bath again."
"Beat it," I say, squirting ketchup onto a patty. See, definitely not Hufflepuff.
"But it's not fair!" Thea says, then adds, "I didn't know that, or else I wouldn't have taken a bath ever."
"It's just a bouncy house!" I exclaim, "You and the other teeny totters will get to play tomorrow." Teeny totters are what I call her and her friends, although she doesn't like it.
"I'm not a teeny totter!" she says, throwing her hands up in the air. She was frustrated, I could tell, "And if I wait till tomorrow they'll hog it!"
"How's this?" I say, determined to get her to stop whining, "You can jump on it all you want AFTER the party, and I won't disturb you and neither will Mummy or Daddy."
"Yahoosa!" she says, leaping over to me. I brace myself for another hug, but instead she stops as she reaches me. "Wait, this isn't a lie, is it?" she squints suspiciously.
"No, but we'll have to ask Mum and Dad," I say truthfully. Then, obviously satisfied, she squeezes me. "Hey I wasn't prepared!" I say and squeeze her back.
Just then, Mum and Dad come from upstairs. "Awwww," Mum says, "my babies." Thea scowls and we all burst into laughter.
Later, after eating, we watch TV, and after begging for forever, we watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. It was awesome. Then it was Thea's turn to beg, and she asked about the bouncy house. The parents grudgingly agreed, and Dad remarked, "Blimey, our kids are bossing us today!"
I can't sleep. I'm lying in bed, dressed in comfy PJs, having just watched a movie, at midnight, but I still can't sleep. I have a weird feeling something's going to happen tomorrow, something unplanned. Right as I say that, the lamp next to my bed flickers and turns off. Is there a power outage? Then why would the plug go wrong? I think. I sneak out of my room into the hallway. My parents' bedroom's light was still on. How is that possible? I must be hallucinating. There's no such thing as magic, sadly. Sometime later, I don't know when, I dozed off.
Note: Sorry readers if this is boring. Trust me, the story will get better in later chapters.