I don't own bloody Harry Potter or anything...stupid

ok so, i've posted this before remember? then i took it down. I was having my friend ireneEvenstar write and post it on her account but she can't get on it cause she lost her password or something stupid like that...lolz sorry Irene. anyway She's still writing it but i'll be putting it up here.

THIS IS MY AU STORY SHE IS JUST WRITING IT

(heavly influenced by me) and after chapter um...4 it's me writing again. so 1 was written by me, 2 3 and 4 was by her and the rest by me
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CHAPTER ONE

THE LETTERS IN
GREEN INK

Arianna sat in her mushroom colored living room. She was leaning against her black leather sofa looking out through the window opposite her. It was a warm July day and a summer wind blew here and there. But it looked depressing outside because there was a mist that made it look grey.

Arianna didn't normally do nothing; she normally spent all day on the computer on some website. Today was different. Her father just started his new job today; he started working from home. So she had nothing to do.

She looked down. The stain glass lamp, sitting on a wooden end table, had cast some blue, green, and yellow shaded light upon her lap. She waved her hand absentmindedly over the colors on her lap and it made them appear to be flickering like multicolored candles. Then Arianna picked up a pillow and threw it onto one of the two red armchairs placed on either end of the end table.

"Ugh," Ari tilted her head back to look at the mushroom colored ceiling. The window's outline was shown. It looked as if they had missed a coat of mushroom colored paint and that random part of the room had dried lighter then the rest.

She stood up and walked over to a mirror that hung between the large square window and the beige front door. Her grey eyes shown back at her through her turquoise oval rimmed glasses. Of course her eyes weren't really grey, the just looked that way because they were blue-green. Close up you could even see thin tiny lines of yellow, or so she thought. She liked to think her eyes were grey because it made her different.

Her dark blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that stuck out at the back of her head. She also thought that looked cool because her gold highlights made lines going back the black hair tie that was holding it together. Her hair was also spazzy in a way. In the front there were "baby" hairs that wouldn't fit into the pony tail so they just fell out and hung in front of her face; but Arianna liked them never the less because they sort of framed her face.

Her clothes were worn out because they had been around forever. She was wearing a light pink T-shirt with a sparkly dark pink target in the middle of her chest. Her jeans were old too. They were worn down and were starting to fray at the bottom. Ari still loved them because they were very comfortable.

"Hmm," Arianna smiled bitterly back at herself and sat down on the black leather couch humming a random tune that had popped into her head.

A tap at the window came and Arianna suddenly looked up. There sitting on the window ledge was a brown owl with an envelope tied to its right leg.

Ari blinked and rubbed her eyes. It was still there, so she stood up and went to open the door hoping to scare it away, but it hopped over to the brick stoop and held its right leg out for her to untie the envelope. She knelt down and untied it slowly. When she was done she stood up and made to go back inside but the owl squawked at her.

"What? Do you want payment?" asked Ari thinking about what to give it.

The owl squawked again. She took that as a 'yes'.

"Uh, hold on one second, I don't have money, but I have a dead dwarf hamster, or two."

It didn't do anything so she ran inside into her yellow kitchen. She turned left and opened the pearl colored freezer. On the top ledge there sitting in a plastic baggy were her dead hamsters: Little Squirt and M.C. She grabbed the baggy with the frozen hamsters in it and ran back outside to find the owl sitting waiting for her.

She took out the hamsters; they were cold and rock solid. Ari threw one at the owl and he (or she) caught it in midair, and swallowed it whole. The owl was looking at her still so she threw another on and it swallowed whole too. Then the brown owl leapt up into the air and flew off out of sight. Arianna spun and walked inside.

She looked at the front, it said in green ink:

Miss A. Meares

The Smallest Bedroom

610 Atlantic Court

Little Whinging

Surrey

"Whoa, how did they know that's where I sleep?" Arianna sat down on the dusty blue carpet in the middle of her living room.

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald green ink. There was no stamp.

"Who in their right mind would right in green ink?" she asked turning it over. Arianna saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"All right then," Arianna flipped the envelope over again and again trying to think of a reasonable explanation of how this person knew where she lived.

Finally she figured out she wouldn't know until she opened the envelope and actually saw who wrote it. It read:

Hogwarts School
ofWitchcraft andWizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dubledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Miss Meares,

We are pleased to inform you that you that you have been accepted a Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by
no later then July 31.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

"What the hell? What does it mean 'they await my owl'?" Arianna wondered allowed.

"You say something?" her father asked. Arianna looked behind her to see her rather tall father staring back at her. His grey hair was a bit damp and he was wearing a red tanktop and black shorts.

"Are you sweating?"

"No, dehumidifier is broken again."

"Oh, hey come here and take a look at this, please," her father walked over to her and sat down next to her on the floor. She handed him the letter.

As her read the first words his eyes widened. When he was done he looked like a deer caught in front of a pair a headlights.

"Get me the phone, please Ari."

She quickly turned around to get the phone that was right behind her on the couch. Then she handed the tiny cordless phone to her father. She heard him dial eleven numbers.

"Who are you calling?" she asked him. Eleven numbers meant it was a long distance number.

"Hello mom?" he said into the phone. "Ari got her letter…Could you come over please…no just apaperate…yes she knows, she read it first…thanks…see you in a few…bye."

"Was that Grandma Elsie?"

"Yes."

"Where is she that she could get here so fast?" But Arianna's question was answered for her. She heard a loud crack and right next to her and her father appeared her short, blonde, curly haired grandmother. She was dressed in a blue and white striped tee shirt with white pants and tan sandals.

Arianna gave a yell.

"Hello Ari! I see you got your letter from Hogwarts," Her grandma said as she took a seat in one of the two red chairs.

"But how do you, I mean…" Ari gave up. There was no way to get anything out of her mouth.

"I'm a witch too, and I went to that school when I was young."

"What?" Ari stared at her grandmother in disbelief.

Her grandmother pulled out a rod of wood.

"Is that a…a…wand?" Ari asked. Her grandmother nodded and Ari's eyes widened.

"Oak, ten inches, and unicorn hair is its core." Recited her grandma.

"Woah," Arianna said.

"Want to see some magic?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Ari said. Her grandma flicked her wand and tiny red fireworks came out of it. "Amazing! Can I tell Julie?"

"Sure."

Arianna ran out into her flower decorated front yard and across it to her friend Julie's yard.

Julie's house was blue with white accents and a porch with white railings. Arianna walked over to the steps that led to the porch. She walked up them and across the windows. Inside someone must have seen her because before she rang the star shaped doorbell the door opened. It reviled a girl with light brown hair that was just above her shoulders and brown eyes.

"Hey Julie," Arianna smiled.

"Ari!" Julie grabbed her arm and pulled her upstairs to Julie's pink room.

"Uh, did I do something wrong?" Ari asked sitting down on Julie's double bed.

"No, I just got this letter, and because no one's home and I don't know…what's that?"

"Oh uh, this is why I came over, I got a letter from Hogwarts School of…"

"Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"What? You know?"

"I got one too," Julie handed her an envelope, it was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald green ink. There was no stamp.

"Oh my god! You're a witch too!"

"I'm a what?"

"A witch, go on opening the envelope!" Ari handed it back to her.

Julie took it with trembling hands and slowly opened it. Inside was the same letter from Minerva McGonagall that Ari had gotten. It took Julie a while to read it. Then she reread it again and again.

"I don't believe it…"Julie stared at the letter.

"Me neither! But we are! And we're going to the same school, to learn magic! Oh, I'm so excited!" Ari jumped up and down.

"No one in my family is a witch or a wizard."

"Oh really? My dad's side is all wizards, just not my dad…I dunno why really," Ari said as she stopped jumping and pondered this for a moment.

"They are? Cool, can I come over then?" asked Julie as she stood up.

"Uh huh, come on," Arianna led Julie down stairs and outside to her house.

"Grandma! I have news!" Ari shouted when she got inside.

"Oh yes?" Elsie turned around. "Hello Julie."

"Hi Elsie, you're a witch?" Julie said.

"Yes I am."

"Gram, Julie got a letter too."

"You did? Congratulations! I'll take you two to Diagon Alley tomorrow then! If my memory serves me right, you're muggle born right Julie?"

"I'm a what?"

"Muggle born, it means you are born to non magical parents." Elsie explained. "An important thing to remember is to never let anyone call you a Mudblood, it means dirty blood, and other witches or wizards that come from all magic families call themselves Purebloods. They think they're better then you, but they aren't, never let any think that."

"I'll just hex them…"

"No! You could get in trouble that way, just tell a teacher."

"Right. Well thanks for the talk, my dad's home I'm going to go tell him the news!" Julie ran out and greeted her father who was stepping out of his giant red ford four by four.


How'd you like it? i think the best part the the first paragraph when i discribe my living room haha

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