Author's Notes- Hi, peoples! Eve (I'm shortening my name, it's easier to
write, but I will still be known as Eve, Daughter of the Shadows) here!
This is my fic, "Bittersweet". It's an interactive fic, and I have the
characters here. Now is the first chapter. I said before I was going to
start it from the beginning, but I decided not to. It would be easier to
start it at the 4th year. This is L/J, obviously, and love/hate, which is
strongly overused. I'm going to try my best to make this original! Hope you
enjoy it!
Disclaimer- I own nothing at all. It all belongs to the Harry Potter people.
Bittersweet
It was the week before September 1st. Throughout England young witches and wizards were busy getting ready for their new school year. Among these was Lily Evans, a 4th year.
"MUM! I CAN'T FIND MY WAND! WHERE DID YOU PUT IT?" I yelled, running down the back stairs into the kitchen.
"Check the basement. I might have put it there while I was doing laundry," Mum answered.
"I already looked down there. Did Petunia steal it again?" I asked.
"Lily, I'm sure your sister wouldn't steal your wand," Mum answered, shaking her head at me and drying her hands on a towel (she was doing dishes).
"She did last year," I protested, putting my hands on my hips, ready to prove my point.
"That doesn't mean she did it," Mum replied.
"Could you at least ask her? I'd prefer to have a wand when I go back to school," I said.
Mum rolled her eyes, but shouted, "Petunia! Petunia Ann Evans, get down here this instant!" Then, to me, she said, "Happy?"
"Extremely," I answered, and sat down at the kitchen table.
My sister came down the back stairs. She looked ridiculous, in a scarlet floorlength dress, and too much makeup on.
"What is it, Mum? Vernon's picking me up in fifteen minutes," Petunia said, annoyed.
"You're going out like that?" I asked, laughing.
"Yes, if you must know," Petunia answered, glaring at me, "And I'd prefer to be ready."
Mum shook her head, "Petunia, did take your sister's wand?"
"Why would I want her wand?" Petunia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're lying!" I shouted.
Petunia rolled her eyes, and said, "If I tell you where it is will you two let me get ready for my date?"
We were silent. Petunia sighed, annoyed with us.
"It's behind the couch in the living room. Can I go now?" Petunia asked.
"Not quite yet, little lady," Mum answered, "Lily, go get your wand. I'm going to have a word with your sister."
I left the kitchen, smirking, and went into the living room. It took me a few minutes to pull the heavy couch away from the wall enough to find my wand. I pushed the couch back and ran up to my room.
A few minutes later Petunia appeared in my open doorway, her face red (redder than it usually is, that is).
"You're such a twit, you know that? Because of you I can't go on my date tonight, and I'm grounded for a week!" Petunia yelled, and slammed my door.
I rolled my eyes.
*~* As told by Sirius Black
Violet the Violent and James had left earlier, and my mum had gotten mad at me because we had broke her vase (the firework had expolded in the opposite direction, and instead of going into the sky, flew right into our living room and broke the vase, and mum wouldn't believe it was a rocket from some other country), so I was alone in the backyard. It was boring, just sitting outside while Mum somehow got over her anger.
James and his sister- who I had given the name "Violet the Violent"- were at home, Remus was. err. busy, and Peter was, well, to tell the truth, I had no idea where Peter was. He'd owled us and told us that he wouldn't be "reachable" for a few days. It didn't seem to matter to him that this was a very IMPERATIVE (new vocabulary word) times, just before our fourth year. We had to plan.
"SIRIUS BLACK!" Mum shouted through the backdoor, "GET IN HERE AND TRY NOT TO BREAK ANYTHING ELSE!"
Great, Mum had recovered.
*~* As told by Remus Lupin
The full moon had finally gone away. I still had a week until Hogwarts started up again, and I had every intention of finishing up the mounds of homework our professors had given us, despite Sirius and James' long protest about how it was "vacation." My parents were very proud that even with my. er. "circumstances" I was a good student. I was no where as good as my friend, James, or my somewhat friend, Lily, but I was a good student.
However, my plans for a peaceful day doing homework were dashed when Sirius, James, and Violet ran in.
"Remus, old buddy, old pal, could you hide us here for a few minutes?" Sirius asked.
"Why, what did you do?" I asked, staring at my friends.
"This prat here blew up a tree at his house, and his mum blew a casket, went over to our house, and now, all because of SIRIUS, we're running from them," Violet explained, glaring at Sirius.
It didn't matter if you were Violet's friend, she was still had a tendency to, well, get REALLY angry. Sirius had named her Violet the Violent in our first year.
"Sure, but if my parents get in on this, you're dead, all three of you," I warned.
"Thanks Remus, you're a pal," James said, and the three of them somehow crammed themselves into my closet.
*~* A/N- I'm skipping Peter because I have no idea what would be going on in such an ugly mind.
As told by James Potter
Violet had been stupid, and left all her homework until the last minute. So Sirius, Remus, and I were out in the backyard playing quidditch while she did her homework. I know she was annoyed because we were playing quidditch without her. I had made the house team in my second year, and played chaser. Violet was jealous, she wanted to play, but Mum and Dad insisted that her grades had to pull up first.
"James, WATCH IT!" Sirius yelled as he threw the quaffle at me and it hit my head.
"Ouch, what did you do that for?" I asked, turning my broom to face Sirius.
"Sorry, James," Sirius said, "It was an accident, I promise."
Remus pulled up next to us, and said, "Sirius, with you nothing is an accident."
"Haha, I'm laughing. NOT REALLY!" Sirius said.
We were interuppted by my mum appearing at the back door.
"BOYS!" she shouted from down on the ground, "GET DOWN HERE! LUNCH IS READY! AND I MEAN NOW!"
We pulled down to the ground, and went inside. Violet was already at the kitchen table, and Mum set down some sandwiches for us.
"Ugh, Mum," Violet said, looking at them, "I hate mayo, you know that."
"I made one just for you, Violet," Mum told her, "No mayo. It's on the other side of the plate."
Violet made a noise.
"So, are you four looking forward to school?" Mum asked.
We nodded.
"Everything but that stupid prat, Lily I'm-the-best-person-in-the- world Evans," Violet answered, and snorted at the name.
"She can't be that bad," Mum told us, handing us some drinks.
Violet interruppted her before she was done, "But, Mum, she is. She thinks she's the best, and she's a SNOT. Honestly."
"James, Sirius, Remus, is this true?" Mum asked, doubting Violet's word.
I nodded, "She is, Mum."
"I don't think so," Remus said, "She's really nice to us. Something about her just rubs your kids wrong, and something about them just rubs her wrong, that's all."
Sirius nodded.
"Hey, you two are supposed to be MY friends, not her's," James said.
"Don't worry, Jamesie, we're still on your side," Sirius told us, "So long as you don't kill each other."
*~* As told by Violet Potter
Violet Potter was angry with herself. She couldn't see the reasoning behind complaining about having nothing to do all summer, then leaving all her homework until the last minute. She poked her inkwell with her quill. Perfect Lily had probably finished hers the first day.
Glancing out the window, Violet saw her brother practicing Quidditch. James was not only talented as a Chaser, he was a talented wizard as well. She pushed open the window. "JAMES!" she screamed. "WHAT'S THE EIGHTH USE FOR DRAGON'S BLOOD?"
He shouted back the answer, and continued to throw and catch the Quaffle.
Violet filled in the blank on the assignment. She only had a History of Magic Essay to do. She decided to leave it for later, and sighed. Thank God school was starting soon. Stupid boring summer . . .
*~* As told by Caroline Hunter
Caroline Hunter sighed. Her parents had both been here for a week, "sending our baby off to magic school!" It was better than them fighting, but not by much. Her totally out-there hippie mom had her hair in a bun, and had on black sunglasses rather than her normal wild mass of hair cascading down her shoulders, and yellow or purple sunglasses. But at least her father's uniform hadn't changed one bit. Yes, her mother may be a freelance photographer, but her father would always be the same: total journalist, for the local newspaper. Yes, the beat-up jeans, the polo shirt, and the cowboy boots he had fallen in love with on his first trip to Texas. She mentioned this to him.
"Well, you'll never give up those ridiculous shoes. What are they, 3 inches?"
With a sniff, she turned away. She had her mother's fashion sense. He, however, had none.
The recently turned 14 year old turned towards the mirror, giving herself a critical look. Why had she inherited her mother's figure? And of course, Caroline thought, I couldn't have gotten Mom's hair. Oh no. I get stuck with Daddy's limp-as-dead-fish hair, brown colored, but at least Texas gives me streaks.
Just as she was getting into a serious, "Why, God, why?" type of mood, her black cat, Scarlett O'Hara jumped into her lap, knocking the stack of books in her lap to the ground. The muggle-born witch sighed, as she picked up her favorite books of the ground and finished packing them into her trunk. Should I bring my bassoon? She thought for a brief second, as she packed Peter Pan, The Tempest, and The Princess Bride into her trunk, leaving her little room for anything else. She immediately squashed that thought. Of course you brought it, you would die of homesickness without it, anyways. And if you roomates don't like it, too bad. Let them cast a silencing charm on your practice area. She gasped when she heard her mother yell up the stairs, "Time to go to the station!" Quickly stuffing Scarlett O'Hara into her cage, she took a deep breath.
This is it, again.
*~* As told by Leigh Dumbledore
I sat on the doorstep of Grandpa's house, waiting for Laura, our neighbor, to come and pick me up to bring me to the station. Of course, Grandpa had left a few days earlier, for school. He had to. It was his job. I had hated it without him here. Every shadow seemed to look like Him. Coming to get me. Trying to pay me back for escaping earlier, before I came to Hogwarts.
"Jinx, he wouldn't dare come here, not to my house," Grandpa had assured me before he left, as if knowing what I was thinking.
When I was younger, he used to have Laura come over and sit with me. She couldn't this year. So it had been just me, in the big, empty, house. I ran my finger along my scar on my ankle, partly hidden by my sock. Some people said it was shaped like a star. I'd gotten that night, when I'd cut myself trying to get away. He didn't kill me that night, he said I was to valueable, that he'd come for me later.
I'd been really scared that summer, until I'd gotten to school. For the first time since I was younger, since before That Night, I had friends, two great ones, Caroline Hunter and Lily Evans. They were both in Gryffindor with me.
"Leigh, sorry I'm late!"
Laura ran up the sidewalk to me. I stood up, and grabbed my trunk, which was sitting behind me.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
I nodded, "Let's go."
Glad to be leaving behind the empty house, I followed Laura to her car, eager to begin my fourth year.
*~* As told by Kylie Bolton
"KYLIE! GET YOUR FREAKISH BUTT DOWN HERE OR WE AREN'T GOING!" my sister, Bella shouted.
I heard our aunt (not really related, but married to our dad's brother, who was dead) tell Bella to be nice, before calling for me to hurry up. I dragged my trunk out of my bedroom door. Bella, Aunt Jeri, and I lived in Aunt Jeri's flat. It was pretty small, but we all fit. I got my own bedroom, but only because Bella refused to share with me, so Aunt Jeri made the laundry-room into a bedroom for her.
Bella scowled when she saw me, "Kylie do you ever dress normally? Honestly, your such a freak."
I threw her a look, but walked past them out the door. Bella hated me. I hated her. Simple. No words were needed to express my hate. Why use them?
Bella and Aunt Jeri followed me out of the flat, and climbed into the front seats. I didn't even acknoledge they were there, just let them drive me to the station, to catch my train to Hogwarts. I didn't know which was worse, Hogwarts were everyone hated me and thought me a freak, or Littleton, where everyone hated me, and everyone thought me a freak. But one place I actually learned something. That had to count for something, right?
I thought to myself as I stared down at my scar, circling around me wrist. I hated living in Littleton with Aunt Jeri. Everything had been much better back with Mum and Dad, before my goth transformation. Bella and I actually acted like sisters, hidden sisterly-love. That was certainly gone now.
Stupid car crash.
*~* As told by Fayette and Aimee Winters (in a bit of German)
Twin girls sat in their bedroom at their mom's home in Munich, Germany. They had just come back from London, England, where their father, George, stepmother, Emma, and 14 year old Liam, Emma's son from a previous marriage, lived. There they had found out that they were witches, like their mom, and would be going to Hogwarts.
George, their dad, had been overjoyed that his daughters were witches, unlike him. He was a squib, and Emma and Liam were muggles, and didn't know about this.
"Fayette, wo bist du?" called their mother, Victoire Marc. "Und wo is Aimee?"
"Wir sind unserem zimmer, Mutti!" replied Fayette Winters-Marc.
Fayette was short and skinny. Her hair was a dark red-brown color, reaching just below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark green with flecks of gold. Her face was narrow and pointed with a little button nose and high cheek gones. Her parents and friends called her Fay.
Aimee, her twin was slightly different. She was also short and skinny with wavy, dark red-brown hair, about elbow length. Her eyes were still dark green, but a slightly lighter shade and more flecks. Her face was slightly rounder than Fay's, and heart shaped.
Victoire entered the room and sat down. "Wie geht's? War Emma nett?"
"Nicht schlect, Mutti, und Emma war nett." Aimee sighed, "Auf, English, bitte?"
"Warum, tochter?" Victoire asked.
"Well, as you know we are going to Hogwarts and we need to practice our English," explained Fay, speaking slowly for her mother.
"Es ist okay," said Victoire. "You need to learn. Now you sleep."
"Guten nach, Mutti," chorused the 2 girls as their mom left, turning out the lights.
In a week, the adventure would begin.
*~* As told by Fleuridious Krum
Mum and Daddy had already gotten all my stuff for Hogwarts ready. It'll be my fourth year in Slytherin, yippee! Except those brats *cough- JamesPotter&LilyEvans-cough* are back. Ughh. I hate them. They think they are all that. Well, to tell you the truth, they're not. Only in their imaginations. Gryffindors . . .
*~* As told by Ashlee Williams
"Where is my prefect badge?" a voice called.
"Huh?" Ashlee turned around in confusion to see her sister, Lisa, standing there with her hands on her hips, looking very mad.
"I said . . . Where is my prefect badge?" Lisa repeated, her face turning red.
"How would I know?" Ashlee yelled back, trying to sound frustrated . . . and innocent.
"Well, if that ugly red dye wouldn't have seaped through your brain, you would probably know something!" she said, eyeing Ashlee's dyed hair.
"Well, you probably lost it! But you just can't remember! You should dye your hair!" she screamed, pointing to Lisa's blond hair. The conversation went on, and on until Ashlee finally gave up.
"Okay! For Merlin's sake! If this is the only way to get you out of my room, then take it!" she yelled and threw the badge at Lisa. Lisa caught it, and stormed out of the room. Ashlee just stood there smiling because Lisa didn't realize her badge now read "Goody-two shoes" instead of "Prefect."
She sighed and turned back to her bed, pushing a strand of dark red hair out of her eyes. She still had to pack all her thinks. Her small empty owl cage was laying on her bed, surrounded by all her clothes.
She tucked a hand under her pillow and pulled out a bag full of Dungbombs. She was going into her fifth year this term, and she figured she'd been in Hogwarts long enough, and now it was her turn to throw things at younger students.
"Fifth year is going to be sweet," she muttered to herself, packing the bag carefully into her trunk.
*~* As told by Capricorn (Ri) Starrs
Aries (my sister) and I were in my room. Aries was trying to do her homework (while asking me for the answers) while I was playing on my guitar. It was easy homework, an essay for Transfiguration.
"Ri! I don't GET this!" Aries cried, "How am I supposed to know this stuff?"
"We learned it last year, Aries," I told her, setting down my guitar and walking over.
"That doesn't mean I know it. How did I get into fifth year? I knew you would, but me? Were they crazy?" Aries asked.
I smiled at my sister.
"I don't know what the point of doing this is. We're all probably gonna spend our lives fighting Voldemort, or dieing against him," Aries said.
I sat up, tightly, and glared at my twin.
"Don't . . . say . . . that," I said through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, Ri. I'm sorry, really," Aries said.
Leo, our little brother ran into the room. His black eyes told me he was up to no good. He was only four, but already a heap of trouble.
"Leo, get out," Aries told him.
"It's not your room. Ri has to tell me to get out," Leo said, sticking his tongue out at Aries.
"Leo, get out," I whispered, and pushed him out of my room.
I clenched my hands after I slammed the door, and went to go pick up my guitar. But my mood was ruined.
*~* As told by Mary Anderson
I missed Australia. Sure, I got to visit for a month in the summer, and Dad sent tons of letters, but I missed Australia. Britian wasn't that bad. I actually liked it at Hogwarts, but I missed Australia, where I'd grown up.
Dad was busy coaching the Thundelarra Thunderers, and Mum was always at the shop, leaving me at the flat we lived in.
I twisted my light brown hair and bit my lip. Charms was such a bother. I really, REALLY needed to go hit a few volleyballs. But there were no sandy beaches near our flat. That was another reason I missed Australia.
I glanced out the window. Only a few more days until school.
*~* As told by Tokyo Parker Tangen
Sara was in the living room. Which was good. She was away from me, completely across the townhouse where we lived. Which was even better. The townhouse was perfect. Sara and I could go days without saying little more than a few words to each other, mostly at meals. It suited me fine, Sara Hardan was not my mother, nor was she a relative. She was just a woman, a young woman, who I lived with as a "substitute mother". I hexed her once, when I was in my second year. She got me so mad sometimes. I just blew it. I'd gotten a very stern message from the ministry of course, threatening to pull me out of Hogwarts. Sara had to wait for the ministry to get there, since she's a muggle. Just like my parents and sister. No one at Hogwarts knew, except my friends, but I had cursed quite a few people before. earning me the title of "FreaK" or, more more correctly, "Violent Freak Girl."
"Tokyo?" Sara called into the back room I used as my own (I didn't much like the bedroom upstairs, you could hear the neighbors through the walls, so I just kinda used the back room as my bedroom), "Tokyo? Are you in there? We're going to be late!"
"Wouldn't that be a shame?" I whispered.
Sara was FORCING me into going to a company picnic with her. The only upside was that afterwards she promised to take me to Diagon Alley and get me a book. As you probably could guess, it was a bribe. But, hey, if it works, go for it. Afterall, there was only a week until school again.
*~* As told by Bonnie Blackwater
I grinned at my collection of Quidditch posters, all lined up in even rows along my wall.
"Perfect," I decided, then nodded to myself, finally satisfied with the looks of my bedroom.
"Bonnie!" Dad shouted upstairs, "Bonnie, get down here! The Ressers are here! Bonnie!"
I cursed. I'd completely forgot about Mum's little get-together with the Ressers. Mrs. Resser worked with Mum, they were both aurors. Dad was friendly with Mr. Resser. They had a daughter, who was 10, Ester. Which meant I'd probably have to "entertain" her the entire time.
"Bonnie!"
"I'm coming!" I shouted in response, and left my room.
Sure enough, Ester stood beside her parents. She was holding my cat, Tiger (with whom she is obsessed), and stroking him. She was an evil child, concieted and full of herself. But she was definitely dimwitted. Another Hufflepuff to be.
I was a Ravenclaw, like my mother.
"Bonnie, why don't you take Ester outside? Or show her your broom collection? Do you like brooms, Ester?" Mum suggested.
Ester nodded, and Mum turned to me. I wanted to curse. But I nodded.
Again, I was right. I would have to entertain Ester. I glanced at the clock, only six days and 15 hours until I left for Hogwarts.
*~* As told by Rizi'mirana Althory
My brother loves to taunt me. Just because I like a Gryffindor. I hate him. Not Sirius Black, no, my brother. I hate my brother. I like Sirius Black.
"Rizi, you're so stupid, how could you actually LIKE a Gryffindor. You know what, that Black guy is going to grow up to be an auror!" my brother told me this afternoon while Mum wasn't around.
I threw a clay sculpture at him. He ducked. I missed. It shattered against the wall, and I'd ran outside, in the forrest. I hated my brother. He was such a stupid prat, even though he was in 7th year. He had to bring up aurors, CURSE THEM, didn't he? He just HAD to!
I leaned against the old, crumbling wall that had once seperated our mansion in Wales from the rest of the world. But now the wall was crumbling, it was only up to my elbows now, and a year before he was sent to Azkaban, Dad built a new one, just a bit further away.
Slytherins aren't supposed to like Gryffindors, I reminded myself, I am a Slytherin. I am a year younger than him. I am loyal to Dark Forces, I will not, I WILL NOT, like a Gryffindor.
Feeling a bit more secure, I nodded, turned, and walked back up to the mansion.
*~* As told by Spencer Ryder
"SPENCER! I SWEAR, STOP SHOUTING AT YOUR BROTHER!" Mum shouted over the mess my brother and I had made, fighting.
He was 10, I was 13, and we were bitter enemies, or at least siblings. At this moment, however, my brother deserved to die.
"She started it!" my little brother yelled, "I swear!"
I gasped, "I did not. All I did was tell him that Dad had run away, and he got all touche about started yelling. I didn't do ANYTHING!"
Mum glared at me, "Spencer, go up to your room, right now. Another incident like this, and I swear I'll send you back to the pyschologist. Got it?"
I groaned, but walked slowly up to my room, lingering on the stairs long enough to hear Mum assure my brother that Dad hadn't run off, that he'd just gone to work and would be back at five. I giggled. My brother was such a dork.
I stretched out on my bed, and glanced at my calander. Only a week of summer left. then I was off to my third year as a Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Perfect.
*~* As told by Kimberley Treacy
Carrin, my older sister, glared at me across the table. My older brother, Josh, pretended not to notice, and Courtney, our little sister, was completely oblivious. But Mum and Dad noticed.
"Carrin, Kim, what's wrong?" Dad asked, setting down his fork, "You've ruined a perfectly good meal."
"Kim broke my favorite bracelet," Carrin answered, glaring at me.
Mum rolled her eyes, "Carrin, I'm sure you can get another one. And I'm sure your sister is sorry, aren't you Kimmi?"
I shook my head, "No. I only broke it because she threw my owl out the window."
"IT CAN FLY," Carrin shouted, "Don't be STUPID!"
"You're the one that's stupid!" I protested.
"Carrin, Kim, calm down. We only have one more week to go, and we'd prefer to do so without your bickering," Dad interuppted, "Now, we're going to finish our meal, QUIETLY, and if two can't handle that, you can go to you rooms."
Carrin stood up, threw her napkin on the table, and left the room. I sat up straighter. Only a week, Dad was right. Only a week and I was off to Hogwarts for my second year, in Gryffindor.
I sighed. Carrin would be there. What a shame.
*~* As told by Domininque Liselle Lafayette
"'Ogwarts?" my brother, Guy, said when I told him I was going to be a transfer student to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I nodded, "Yes, which is why we have to speak English. So I can practice!"
My brother replied in French, and I moaned.
"Guy! In ENGLISH!" I cried, "Please?"
Guy was 11, and quite unlearned. But he knew how to speak English. When I asked my family to help me practice by only speaking English, Maman and Papa had agreed. But Guy had not.
"Non," he replied, and stormed into his own room.
I sighed, and went out into the garden of our cozy little house in Marsailles, France. Only a few more days, then I would be taken to Britian, for some time in Hogwarts.
"Ma chere," Maman said, coming into the garden, "Ou est ton frere?"
I shrugged, "English, Maman. Remember?"
Maman nodded, "Oh, yes. You excited?"
I sighed, "I suppose."
Maman laughed, and said, "You be fine. Me promise."
*~* As told by Jennifer Malfoy
"LUCIUS!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
My brother had left me in Knockturn Alley, again. He'd probably gone off to Diagon Alley, to look at brooms. Which was unfair. I wasn't allowed in Diagon Alley with Lucius being with me, or Mother or Father.
I threw myself on the bench, and stared at my bags. Oh, my stupid brother!
"Lucius!" I shouted again.
"Oh, hello Jen."
I turned around to see Rizi Althory, one of my friends, standing behind me with her brother.
"Why aren't you shopping? Are you waiting for someone?" Rizi asked, sitting down beside me.
"Lucius went off into Diagon Alley and left me here. I'm sure of it," I answered, "So now I'm stuck."
Rizi and her brother scowled at the mention of Diagon Alley.
"Well, think about it this way. Maybe he'll run into those brats, the Potters and that Evans girl, and kill them," Rizi said.
I glared at her.
"Okay, maybe he'll meet up with Violet Potter and Lily Evans, and kill them, but leave James Potter completely untouched," Rizi corrected herself, rolling her eyes.
I nodded, "At least I don't like Sirius Black!"
Rizi looked offended.
"Rizi, come on, we're set to meet Mother in two minutes," Rizi's brother said.
So Rizi said goodbye, and I was left alone, sitting in Knockturn Alley. Oh, Lucius would pay when we got home. so desperately.
*~* As told by Ophella Daniella Isabella Campbell
Parker, Nathan (my brothers), and I (we're triplets) sat down beside our sister Jaymi (a year out of Hogwarts, but had been Head Girl) and our twin brother and sister, Alexander (Alex) and Alexandria (Ali).
"Jaymi, are you sure we can ALL fit in here?" I asked.
Jaymi nodded, and said, "'Course. Just. er. buckle up. please?"
We were on our way to King's Cross. Parker, Nathan and I were on our way to our third year in Gryffindor, and Alex and Ali were on their way to their fifth.
"Don't kill us, Jaymi, PLEASE!" Ali cried.
Parker pulled a face, and Nathan fell over, clutching his heart. That caused an upstir, since he was falling all over us.
"NATHAN!" we shouted, and he sat back up.
Jaymi sighed, and turned the car on.
"Dad wishes you his best. He had to get back to the US early this morning," Jaymi told us.
We all sighed. Dad was the vice Minister of Magic in the US, but we lived with Jaymi in Britian so that we could go to school where Mum wanted us to, before she died. Hogwarts.
"All right, here we go," Jaymi said, and pulled out of our driveway.
We were on our way.
*~* As told by Lily Evans
"LILY!" my best friend- Caroline, better known as Cara- shrieked as I walked towards her at King's Cross, "There you are. Leigh and I got a bit worried about you."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, you usually get here five minutes ago, and with all the bad stuff happening. you know. Leigh just went over the top," Cara answered.
I rolled my eyes, and said, "Well, I'm here now. Where's Leigh anyway?"
"She went and got us our usual compartment," Cara replied, "I don't get it. You'd think with being related to the headmaster and all you wouldn't have to take the train to school like everyone else."
I shrugged, and we walked to the train.
"Wait, wait," Cara whispered, and grabbed my arm, "It's Remus!"
Both my friends had an undying crush on Remus Lupin.
"Let's go say hi," Cara said.
"Do we honestly have to?" I asked, trying to beg off.
"Yes," Cara answered, and grinned.
It wasn't that I minded saying hi to Remus Lupin or Sirius Black (who was with him), it was the other two that got to me, the Potter twins, James and Violet or as she was called, "Violent".
But Cara dragged me over anyways.
"Hi, guys. Hi, Remus," Cara said, and smiled sweetly at Remus.
As if he didn't know Cara liked him. Now, Leigh was a bit more suttle about her crush. Cara did just about everything but tell him outright that she liked him.
"Hi Sirius, Remus, Potter, Potter," I said, and glared at the Potters.
"Evans, what a pleasant surprise, as always. I hope you had a absolutely horrible summer," Violet said, giving me one of those forced smiles with a glare underneath it.
"It was very nice. Thank you for asking, Potter," I told her, returning the smile/glare.
She rolled her eyes.
"And you, Potter, how was yours?" I directed the question to James.
"Perfect, up til now," he answered.
"Oh, come off it you guys," Sirius said, "You've been fighting for what. four years is it now?"
"Well, maybe we'd get along if she got off her high horse," Violet spat.
"I just might be able to be civil to them, take care of the the 'just might' if they would shut their stupid mouths and actually said something nice to someone, anyone!" I spat out in reply.
"That's it, come on, Lily, let's go find Leigh before someone gets killed," Cara said, and dragged me away.
"Ugh, I hate those two," I whisperered as we climbed onto the train, "I'm sure the world would be much better off without them."
"Honestly, what do you three have against each other? You're like cats and dogs," Cara told me.
We opened the door to our compartment and walked in.
"What happened?" Leigh asked the moment we walked in.
"Lily got in another fight with James and Violet," Cara answered, throwing herself on one of the seats.
"Another one? The year's just started!" Leigh asked.
"Well, maybe if they'd stop being such PRATS I'd get along with them," I answered, and sat down in one of the seats.
"Just, whatever you do, PLEASE don't kill each other," Cara told me.
Author's Note- Well, that was chap one. Not all the chaps will be this long. I hope you liked it. Look for chap 2 soon! Now, review and tell me what you thought! If you want, you can email me at Eve_of_shadows1@yahoo.com
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Bittersweet
It was the week before September 1st. Throughout England young witches and wizards were busy getting ready for their new school year. Among these was Lily Evans, a 4th year.
"MUM! I CAN'T FIND MY WAND! WHERE DID YOU PUT IT?" I yelled, running down the back stairs into the kitchen.
"Check the basement. I might have put it there while I was doing laundry," Mum answered.
"I already looked down there. Did Petunia steal it again?" I asked.
"Lily, I'm sure your sister wouldn't steal your wand," Mum answered, shaking her head at me and drying her hands on a towel (she was doing dishes).
"She did last year," I protested, putting my hands on my hips, ready to prove my point.
"That doesn't mean she did it," Mum replied.
"Could you at least ask her? I'd prefer to have a wand when I go back to school," I said.
Mum rolled her eyes, but shouted, "Petunia! Petunia Ann Evans, get down here this instant!" Then, to me, she said, "Happy?"
"Extremely," I answered, and sat down at the kitchen table.
My sister came down the back stairs. She looked ridiculous, in a scarlet floorlength dress, and too much makeup on.
"What is it, Mum? Vernon's picking me up in fifteen minutes," Petunia said, annoyed.
"You're going out like that?" I asked, laughing.
"Yes, if you must know," Petunia answered, glaring at me, "And I'd prefer to be ready."
Mum shook her head, "Petunia, did take your sister's wand?"
"Why would I want her wand?" Petunia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're lying!" I shouted.
Petunia rolled her eyes, and said, "If I tell you where it is will you two let me get ready for my date?"
We were silent. Petunia sighed, annoyed with us.
"It's behind the couch in the living room. Can I go now?" Petunia asked.
"Not quite yet, little lady," Mum answered, "Lily, go get your wand. I'm going to have a word with your sister."
I left the kitchen, smirking, and went into the living room. It took me a few minutes to pull the heavy couch away from the wall enough to find my wand. I pushed the couch back and ran up to my room.
A few minutes later Petunia appeared in my open doorway, her face red (redder than it usually is, that is).
"You're such a twit, you know that? Because of you I can't go on my date tonight, and I'm grounded for a week!" Petunia yelled, and slammed my door.
I rolled my eyes.
*~* As told by Sirius Black
Violet the Violent and James had left earlier, and my mum had gotten mad at me because we had broke her vase (the firework had expolded in the opposite direction, and instead of going into the sky, flew right into our living room and broke the vase, and mum wouldn't believe it was a rocket from some other country), so I was alone in the backyard. It was boring, just sitting outside while Mum somehow got over her anger.
James and his sister- who I had given the name "Violet the Violent"- were at home, Remus was. err. busy, and Peter was, well, to tell the truth, I had no idea where Peter was. He'd owled us and told us that he wouldn't be "reachable" for a few days. It didn't seem to matter to him that this was a very IMPERATIVE (new vocabulary word) times, just before our fourth year. We had to plan.
"SIRIUS BLACK!" Mum shouted through the backdoor, "GET IN HERE AND TRY NOT TO BREAK ANYTHING ELSE!"
Great, Mum had recovered.
*~* As told by Remus Lupin
The full moon had finally gone away. I still had a week until Hogwarts started up again, and I had every intention of finishing up the mounds of homework our professors had given us, despite Sirius and James' long protest about how it was "vacation." My parents were very proud that even with my. er. "circumstances" I was a good student. I was no where as good as my friend, James, or my somewhat friend, Lily, but I was a good student.
However, my plans for a peaceful day doing homework were dashed when Sirius, James, and Violet ran in.
"Remus, old buddy, old pal, could you hide us here for a few minutes?" Sirius asked.
"Why, what did you do?" I asked, staring at my friends.
"This prat here blew up a tree at his house, and his mum blew a casket, went over to our house, and now, all because of SIRIUS, we're running from them," Violet explained, glaring at Sirius.
It didn't matter if you were Violet's friend, she was still had a tendency to, well, get REALLY angry. Sirius had named her Violet the Violent in our first year.
"Sure, but if my parents get in on this, you're dead, all three of you," I warned.
"Thanks Remus, you're a pal," James said, and the three of them somehow crammed themselves into my closet.
*~* A/N- I'm skipping Peter because I have no idea what would be going on in such an ugly mind.
As told by James Potter
Violet had been stupid, and left all her homework until the last minute. So Sirius, Remus, and I were out in the backyard playing quidditch while she did her homework. I know she was annoyed because we were playing quidditch without her. I had made the house team in my second year, and played chaser. Violet was jealous, she wanted to play, but Mum and Dad insisted that her grades had to pull up first.
"James, WATCH IT!" Sirius yelled as he threw the quaffle at me and it hit my head.
"Ouch, what did you do that for?" I asked, turning my broom to face Sirius.
"Sorry, James," Sirius said, "It was an accident, I promise."
Remus pulled up next to us, and said, "Sirius, with you nothing is an accident."
"Haha, I'm laughing. NOT REALLY!" Sirius said.
We were interuppted by my mum appearing at the back door.
"BOYS!" she shouted from down on the ground, "GET DOWN HERE! LUNCH IS READY! AND I MEAN NOW!"
We pulled down to the ground, and went inside. Violet was already at the kitchen table, and Mum set down some sandwiches for us.
"Ugh, Mum," Violet said, looking at them, "I hate mayo, you know that."
"I made one just for you, Violet," Mum told her, "No mayo. It's on the other side of the plate."
Violet made a noise.
"So, are you four looking forward to school?" Mum asked.
We nodded.
"Everything but that stupid prat, Lily I'm-the-best-person-in-the- world Evans," Violet answered, and snorted at the name.
"She can't be that bad," Mum told us, handing us some drinks.
Violet interruppted her before she was done, "But, Mum, she is. She thinks she's the best, and she's a SNOT. Honestly."
"James, Sirius, Remus, is this true?" Mum asked, doubting Violet's word.
I nodded, "She is, Mum."
"I don't think so," Remus said, "She's really nice to us. Something about her just rubs your kids wrong, and something about them just rubs her wrong, that's all."
Sirius nodded.
"Hey, you two are supposed to be MY friends, not her's," James said.
"Don't worry, Jamesie, we're still on your side," Sirius told us, "So long as you don't kill each other."
*~* As told by Violet Potter
Violet Potter was angry with herself. She couldn't see the reasoning behind complaining about having nothing to do all summer, then leaving all her homework until the last minute. She poked her inkwell with her quill. Perfect Lily had probably finished hers the first day.
Glancing out the window, Violet saw her brother practicing Quidditch. James was not only talented as a Chaser, he was a talented wizard as well. She pushed open the window. "JAMES!" she screamed. "WHAT'S THE EIGHTH USE FOR DRAGON'S BLOOD?"
He shouted back the answer, and continued to throw and catch the Quaffle.
Violet filled in the blank on the assignment. She only had a History of Magic Essay to do. She decided to leave it for later, and sighed. Thank God school was starting soon. Stupid boring summer . . .
*~* As told by Caroline Hunter
Caroline Hunter sighed. Her parents had both been here for a week, "sending our baby off to magic school!" It was better than them fighting, but not by much. Her totally out-there hippie mom had her hair in a bun, and had on black sunglasses rather than her normal wild mass of hair cascading down her shoulders, and yellow or purple sunglasses. But at least her father's uniform hadn't changed one bit. Yes, her mother may be a freelance photographer, but her father would always be the same: total journalist, for the local newspaper. Yes, the beat-up jeans, the polo shirt, and the cowboy boots he had fallen in love with on his first trip to Texas. She mentioned this to him.
"Well, you'll never give up those ridiculous shoes. What are they, 3 inches?"
With a sniff, she turned away. She had her mother's fashion sense. He, however, had none.
The recently turned 14 year old turned towards the mirror, giving herself a critical look. Why had she inherited her mother's figure? And of course, Caroline thought, I couldn't have gotten Mom's hair. Oh no. I get stuck with Daddy's limp-as-dead-fish hair, brown colored, but at least Texas gives me streaks.
Just as she was getting into a serious, "Why, God, why?" type of mood, her black cat, Scarlett O'Hara jumped into her lap, knocking the stack of books in her lap to the ground. The muggle-born witch sighed, as she picked up her favorite books of the ground and finished packing them into her trunk. Should I bring my bassoon? She thought for a brief second, as she packed Peter Pan, The Tempest, and The Princess Bride into her trunk, leaving her little room for anything else. She immediately squashed that thought. Of course you brought it, you would die of homesickness without it, anyways. And if you roomates don't like it, too bad. Let them cast a silencing charm on your practice area. She gasped when she heard her mother yell up the stairs, "Time to go to the station!" Quickly stuffing Scarlett O'Hara into her cage, she took a deep breath.
This is it, again.
*~* As told by Leigh Dumbledore
I sat on the doorstep of Grandpa's house, waiting for Laura, our neighbor, to come and pick me up to bring me to the station. Of course, Grandpa had left a few days earlier, for school. He had to. It was his job. I had hated it without him here. Every shadow seemed to look like Him. Coming to get me. Trying to pay me back for escaping earlier, before I came to Hogwarts.
"Jinx, he wouldn't dare come here, not to my house," Grandpa had assured me before he left, as if knowing what I was thinking.
When I was younger, he used to have Laura come over and sit with me. She couldn't this year. So it had been just me, in the big, empty, house. I ran my finger along my scar on my ankle, partly hidden by my sock. Some people said it was shaped like a star. I'd gotten that night, when I'd cut myself trying to get away. He didn't kill me that night, he said I was to valueable, that he'd come for me later.
I'd been really scared that summer, until I'd gotten to school. For the first time since I was younger, since before That Night, I had friends, two great ones, Caroline Hunter and Lily Evans. They were both in Gryffindor with me.
"Leigh, sorry I'm late!"
Laura ran up the sidewalk to me. I stood up, and grabbed my trunk, which was sitting behind me.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
I nodded, "Let's go."
Glad to be leaving behind the empty house, I followed Laura to her car, eager to begin my fourth year.
*~* As told by Kylie Bolton
"KYLIE! GET YOUR FREAKISH BUTT DOWN HERE OR WE AREN'T GOING!" my sister, Bella shouted.
I heard our aunt (not really related, but married to our dad's brother, who was dead) tell Bella to be nice, before calling for me to hurry up. I dragged my trunk out of my bedroom door. Bella, Aunt Jeri, and I lived in Aunt Jeri's flat. It was pretty small, but we all fit. I got my own bedroom, but only because Bella refused to share with me, so Aunt Jeri made the laundry-room into a bedroom for her.
Bella scowled when she saw me, "Kylie do you ever dress normally? Honestly, your such a freak."
I threw her a look, but walked past them out the door. Bella hated me. I hated her. Simple. No words were needed to express my hate. Why use them?
Bella and Aunt Jeri followed me out of the flat, and climbed into the front seats. I didn't even acknoledge they were there, just let them drive me to the station, to catch my train to Hogwarts. I didn't know which was worse, Hogwarts were everyone hated me and thought me a freak, or Littleton, where everyone hated me, and everyone thought me a freak. But one place I actually learned something. That had to count for something, right?
I thought to myself as I stared down at my scar, circling around me wrist. I hated living in Littleton with Aunt Jeri. Everything had been much better back with Mum and Dad, before my goth transformation. Bella and I actually acted like sisters, hidden sisterly-love. That was certainly gone now.
Stupid car crash.
*~* As told by Fayette and Aimee Winters (in a bit of German)
Twin girls sat in their bedroom at their mom's home in Munich, Germany. They had just come back from London, England, where their father, George, stepmother, Emma, and 14 year old Liam, Emma's son from a previous marriage, lived. There they had found out that they were witches, like their mom, and would be going to Hogwarts.
George, their dad, had been overjoyed that his daughters were witches, unlike him. He was a squib, and Emma and Liam were muggles, and didn't know about this.
"Fayette, wo bist du?" called their mother, Victoire Marc. "Und wo is Aimee?"
"Wir sind unserem zimmer, Mutti!" replied Fayette Winters-Marc.
Fayette was short and skinny. Her hair was a dark red-brown color, reaching just below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark green with flecks of gold. Her face was narrow and pointed with a little button nose and high cheek gones. Her parents and friends called her Fay.
Aimee, her twin was slightly different. She was also short and skinny with wavy, dark red-brown hair, about elbow length. Her eyes were still dark green, but a slightly lighter shade and more flecks. Her face was slightly rounder than Fay's, and heart shaped.
Victoire entered the room and sat down. "Wie geht's? War Emma nett?"
"Nicht schlect, Mutti, und Emma war nett." Aimee sighed, "Auf, English, bitte?"
"Warum, tochter?" Victoire asked.
"Well, as you know we are going to Hogwarts and we need to practice our English," explained Fay, speaking slowly for her mother.
"Es ist okay," said Victoire. "You need to learn. Now you sleep."
"Guten nach, Mutti," chorused the 2 girls as their mom left, turning out the lights.
In a week, the adventure would begin.
*~* As told by Fleuridious Krum
Mum and Daddy had already gotten all my stuff for Hogwarts ready. It'll be my fourth year in Slytherin, yippee! Except those brats *cough- JamesPotter&LilyEvans-cough* are back. Ughh. I hate them. They think they are all that. Well, to tell you the truth, they're not. Only in their imaginations. Gryffindors . . .
*~* As told by Ashlee Williams
"Where is my prefect badge?" a voice called.
"Huh?" Ashlee turned around in confusion to see her sister, Lisa, standing there with her hands on her hips, looking very mad.
"I said . . . Where is my prefect badge?" Lisa repeated, her face turning red.
"How would I know?" Ashlee yelled back, trying to sound frustrated . . . and innocent.
"Well, if that ugly red dye wouldn't have seaped through your brain, you would probably know something!" she said, eyeing Ashlee's dyed hair.
"Well, you probably lost it! But you just can't remember! You should dye your hair!" she screamed, pointing to Lisa's blond hair. The conversation went on, and on until Ashlee finally gave up.
"Okay! For Merlin's sake! If this is the only way to get you out of my room, then take it!" she yelled and threw the badge at Lisa. Lisa caught it, and stormed out of the room. Ashlee just stood there smiling because Lisa didn't realize her badge now read "Goody-two shoes" instead of "Prefect."
She sighed and turned back to her bed, pushing a strand of dark red hair out of her eyes. She still had to pack all her thinks. Her small empty owl cage was laying on her bed, surrounded by all her clothes.
She tucked a hand under her pillow and pulled out a bag full of Dungbombs. She was going into her fifth year this term, and she figured she'd been in Hogwarts long enough, and now it was her turn to throw things at younger students.
"Fifth year is going to be sweet," she muttered to herself, packing the bag carefully into her trunk.
*~* As told by Capricorn (Ri) Starrs
Aries (my sister) and I were in my room. Aries was trying to do her homework (while asking me for the answers) while I was playing on my guitar. It was easy homework, an essay for Transfiguration.
"Ri! I don't GET this!" Aries cried, "How am I supposed to know this stuff?"
"We learned it last year, Aries," I told her, setting down my guitar and walking over.
"That doesn't mean I know it. How did I get into fifth year? I knew you would, but me? Were they crazy?" Aries asked.
I smiled at my sister.
"I don't know what the point of doing this is. We're all probably gonna spend our lives fighting Voldemort, or dieing against him," Aries said.
I sat up, tightly, and glared at my twin.
"Don't . . . say . . . that," I said through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, Ri. I'm sorry, really," Aries said.
Leo, our little brother ran into the room. His black eyes told me he was up to no good. He was only four, but already a heap of trouble.
"Leo, get out," Aries told him.
"It's not your room. Ri has to tell me to get out," Leo said, sticking his tongue out at Aries.
"Leo, get out," I whispered, and pushed him out of my room.
I clenched my hands after I slammed the door, and went to go pick up my guitar. But my mood was ruined.
*~* As told by Mary Anderson
I missed Australia. Sure, I got to visit for a month in the summer, and Dad sent tons of letters, but I missed Australia. Britian wasn't that bad. I actually liked it at Hogwarts, but I missed Australia, where I'd grown up.
Dad was busy coaching the Thundelarra Thunderers, and Mum was always at the shop, leaving me at the flat we lived in.
I twisted my light brown hair and bit my lip. Charms was such a bother. I really, REALLY needed to go hit a few volleyballs. But there were no sandy beaches near our flat. That was another reason I missed Australia.
I glanced out the window. Only a few more days until school.
*~* As told by Tokyo Parker Tangen
Sara was in the living room. Which was good. She was away from me, completely across the townhouse where we lived. Which was even better. The townhouse was perfect. Sara and I could go days without saying little more than a few words to each other, mostly at meals. It suited me fine, Sara Hardan was not my mother, nor was she a relative. She was just a woman, a young woman, who I lived with as a "substitute mother". I hexed her once, when I was in my second year. She got me so mad sometimes. I just blew it. I'd gotten a very stern message from the ministry of course, threatening to pull me out of Hogwarts. Sara had to wait for the ministry to get there, since she's a muggle. Just like my parents and sister. No one at Hogwarts knew, except my friends, but I had cursed quite a few people before. earning me the title of "FreaK" or, more more correctly, "Violent Freak Girl."
"Tokyo?" Sara called into the back room I used as my own (I didn't much like the bedroom upstairs, you could hear the neighbors through the walls, so I just kinda used the back room as my bedroom), "Tokyo? Are you in there? We're going to be late!"
"Wouldn't that be a shame?" I whispered.
Sara was FORCING me into going to a company picnic with her. The only upside was that afterwards she promised to take me to Diagon Alley and get me a book. As you probably could guess, it was a bribe. But, hey, if it works, go for it. Afterall, there was only a week until school again.
*~* As told by Bonnie Blackwater
I grinned at my collection of Quidditch posters, all lined up in even rows along my wall.
"Perfect," I decided, then nodded to myself, finally satisfied with the looks of my bedroom.
"Bonnie!" Dad shouted upstairs, "Bonnie, get down here! The Ressers are here! Bonnie!"
I cursed. I'd completely forgot about Mum's little get-together with the Ressers. Mrs. Resser worked with Mum, they were both aurors. Dad was friendly with Mr. Resser. They had a daughter, who was 10, Ester. Which meant I'd probably have to "entertain" her the entire time.
"Bonnie!"
"I'm coming!" I shouted in response, and left my room.
Sure enough, Ester stood beside her parents. She was holding my cat, Tiger (with whom she is obsessed), and stroking him. She was an evil child, concieted and full of herself. But she was definitely dimwitted. Another Hufflepuff to be.
I was a Ravenclaw, like my mother.
"Bonnie, why don't you take Ester outside? Or show her your broom collection? Do you like brooms, Ester?" Mum suggested.
Ester nodded, and Mum turned to me. I wanted to curse. But I nodded.
Again, I was right. I would have to entertain Ester. I glanced at the clock, only six days and 15 hours until I left for Hogwarts.
*~* As told by Rizi'mirana Althory
My brother loves to taunt me. Just because I like a Gryffindor. I hate him. Not Sirius Black, no, my brother. I hate my brother. I like Sirius Black.
"Rizi, you're so stupid, how could you actually LIKE a Gryffindor. You know what, that Black guy is going to grow up to be an auror!" my brother told me this afternoon while Mum wasn't around.
I threw a clay sculpture at him. He ducked. I missed. It shattered against the wall, and I'd ran outside, in the forrest. I hated my brother. He was such a stupid prat, even though he was in 7th year. He had to bring up aurors, CURSE THEM, didn't he? He just HAD to!
I leaned against the old, crumbling wall that had once seperated our mansion in Wales from the rest of the world. But now the wall was crumbling, it was only up to my elbows now, and a year before he was sent to Azkaban, Dad built a new one, just a bit further away.
Slytherins aren't supposed to like Gryffindors, I reminded myself, I am a Slytherin. I am a year younger than him. I am loyal to Dark Forces, I will not, I WILL NOT, like a Gryffindor.
Feeling a bit more secure, I nodded, turned, and walked back up to the mansion.
*~* As told by Spencer Ryder
"SPENCER! I SWEAR, STOP SHOUTING AT YOUR BROTHER!" Mum shouted over the mess my brother and I had made, fighting.
He was 10, I was 13, and we were bitter enemies, or at least siblings. At this moment, however, my brother deserved to die.
"She started it!" my little brother yelled, "I swear!"
I gasped, "I did not. All I did was tell him that Dad had run away, and he got all touche about started yelling. I didn't do ANYTHING!"
Mum glared at me, "Spencer, go up to your room, right now. Another incident like this, and I swear I'll send you back to the pyschologist. Got it?"
I groaned, but walked slowly up to my room, lingering on the stairs long enough to hear Mum assure my brother that Dad hadn't run off, that he'd just gone to work and would be back at five. I giggled. My brother was such a dork.
I stretched out on my bed, and glanced at my calander. Only a week of summer left. then I was off to my third year as a Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Perfect.
*~* As told by Kimberley Treacy
Carrin, my older sister, glared at me across the table. My older brother, Josh, pretended not to notice, and Courtney, our little sister, was completely oblivious. But Mum and Dad noticed.
"Carrin, Kim, what's wrong?" Dad asked, setting down his fork, "You've ruined a perfectly good meal."
"Kim broke my favorite bracelet," Carrin answered, glaring at me.
Mum rolled her eyes, "Carrin, I'm sure you can get another one. And I'm sure your sister is sorry, aren't you Kimmi?"
I shook my head, "No. I only broke it because she threw my owl out the window."
"IT CAN FLY," Carrin shouted, "Don't be STUPID!"
"You're the one that's stupid!" I protested.
"Carrin, Kim, calm down. We only have one more week to go, and we'd prefer to do so without your bickering," Dad interuppted, "Now, we're going to finish our meal, QUIETLY, and if two can't handle that, you can go to you rooms."
Carrin stood up, threw her napkin on the table, and left the room. I sat up straighter. Only a week, Dad was right. Only a week and I was off to Hogwarts for my second year, in Gryffindor.
I sighed. Carrin would be there. What a shame.
*~* As told by Domininque Liselle Lafayette
"'Ogwarts?" my brother, Guy, said when I told him I was going to be a transfer student to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I nodded, "Yes, which is why we have to speak English. So I can practice!"
My brother replied in French, and I moaned.
"Guy! In ENGLISH!" I cried, "Please?"
Guy was 11, and quite unlearned. But he knew how to speak English. When I asked my family to help me practice by only speaking English, Maman and Papa had agreed. But Guy had not.
"Non," he replied, and stormed into his own room.
I sighed, and went out into the garden of our cozy little house in Marsailles, France. Only a few more days, then I would be taken to Britian, for some time in Hogwarts.
"Ma chere," Maman said, coming into the garden, "Ou est ton frere?"
I shrugged, "English, Maman. Remember?"
Maman nodded, "Oh, yes. You excited?"
I sighed, "I suppose."
Maman laughed, and said, "You be fine. Me promise."
*~* As told by Jennifer Malfoy
"LUCIUS!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
My brother had left me in Knockturn Alley, again. He'd probably gone off to Diagon Alley, to look at brooms. Which was unfair. I wasn't allowed in Diagon Alley with Lucius being with me, or Mother or Father.
I threw myself on the bench, and stared at my bags. Oh, my stupid brother!
"Lucius!" I shouted again.
"Oh, hello Jen."
I turned around to see Rizi Althory, one of my friends, standing behind me with her brother.
"Why aren't you shopping? Are you waiting for someone?" Rizi asked, sitting down beside me.
"Lucius went off into Diagon Alley and left me here. I'm sure of it," I answered, "So now I'm stuck."
Rizi and her brother scowled at the mention of Diagon Alley.
"Well, think about it this way. Maybe he'll run into those brats, the Potters and that Evans girl, and kill them," Rizi said.
I glared at her.
"Okay, maybe he'll meet up with Violet Potter and Lily Evans, and kill them, but leave James Potter completely untouched," Rizi corrected herself, rolling her eyes.
I nodded, "At least I don't like Sirius Black!"
Rizi looked offended.
"Rizi, come on, we're set to meet Mother in two minutes," Rizi's brother said.
So Rizi said goodbye, and I was left alone, sitting in Knockturn Alley. Oh, Lucius would pay when we got home. so desperately.
*~* As told by Ophella Daniella Isabella Campbell
Parker, Nathan (my brothers), and I (we're triplets) sat down beside our sister Jaymi (a year out of Hogwarts, but had been Head Girl) and our twin brother and sister, Alexander (Alex) and Alexandria (Ali).
"Jaymi, are you sure we can ALL fit in here?" I asked.
Jaymi nodded, and said, "'Course. Just. er. buckle up. please?"
We were on our way to King's Cross. Parker, Nathan and I were on our way to our third year in Gryffindor, and Alex and Ali were on their way to their fifth.
"Don't kill us, Jaymi, PLEASE!" Ali cried.
Parker pulled a face, and Nathan fell over, clutching his heart. That caused an upstir, since he was falling all over us.
"NATHAN!" we shouted, and he sat back up.
Jaymi sighed, and turned the car on.
"Dad wishes you his best. He had to get back to the US early this morning," Jaymi told us.
We all sighed. Dad was the vice Minister of Magic in the US, but we lived with Jaymi in Britian so that we could go to school where Mum wanted us to, before she died. Hogwarts.
"All right, here we go," Jaymi said, and pulled out of our driveway.
We were on our way.
*~* As told by Lily Evans
"LILY!" my best friend- Caroline, better known as Cara- shrieked as I walked towards her at King's Cross, "There you are. Leigh and I got a bit worried about you."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, you usually get here five minutes ago, and with all the bad stuff happening. you know. Leigh just went over the top," Cara answered.
I rolled my eyes, and said, "Well, I'm here now. Where's Leigh anyway?"
"She went and got us our usual compartment," Cara replied, "I don't get it. You'd think with being related to the headmaster and all you wouldn't have to take the train to school like everyone else."
I shrugged, and we walked to the train.
"Wait, wait," Cara whispered, and grabbed my arm, "It's Remus!"
Both my friends had an undying crush on Remus Lupin.
"Let's go say hi," Cara said.
"Do we honestly have to?" I asked, trying to beg off.
"Yes," Cara answered, and grinned.
It wasn't that I minded saying hi to Remus Lupin or Sirius Black (who was with him), it was the other two that got to me, the Potter twins, James and Violet or as she was called, "Violent".
But Cara dragged me over anyways.
"Hi, guys. Hi, Remus," Cara said, and smiled sweetly at Remus.
As if he didn't know Cara liked him. Now, Leigh was a bit more suttle about her crush. Cara did just about everything but tell him outright that she liked him.
"Hi Sirius, Remus, Potter, Potter," I said, and glared at the Potters.
"Evans, what a pleasant surprise, as always. I hope you had a absolutely horrible summer," Violet said, giving me one of those forced smiles with a glare underneath it.
"It was very nice. Thank you for asking, Potter," I told her, returning the smile/glare.
She rolled her eyes.
"And you, Potter, how was yours?" I directed the question to James.
"Perfect, up til now," he answered.
"Oh, come off it you guys," Sirius said, "You've been fighting for what. four years is it now?"
"Well, maybe we'd get along if she got off her high horse," Violet spat.
"I just might be able to be civil to them, take care of the the 'just might' if they would shut their stupid mouths and actually said something nice to someone, anyone!" I spat out in reply.
"That's it, come on, Lily, let's go find Leigh before someone gets killed," Cara said, and dragged me away.
"Ugh, I hate those two," I whisperered as we climbed onto the train, "I'm sure the world would be much better off without them."
"Honestly, what do you three have against each other? You're like cats and dogs," Cara told me.
We opened the door to our compartment and walked in.
"What happened?" Leigh asked the moment we walked in.
"Lily got in another fight with James and Violet," Cara answered, throwing herself on one of the seats.
"Another one? The year's just started!" Leigh asked.
"Well, maybe if they'd stop being such PRATS I'd get along with them," I answered, and sat down in one of the seats.
"Just, whatever you do, PLEASE don't kill each other," Cara told me.
Author's Note- Well, that was chap one. Not all the chaps will be this long. I hope you liked it. Look for chap 2 soon! Now, review and tell me what you thought! If you want, you can email me at Eve_of_shadows1@yahoo.com