A/N: This is AU. McGonagall, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Trelawney, Augusta Longbottom, and Dolores Umbridge are all in their 7th year of Hogwarts in the year of 1944-5. It's Fanfiction. Deal with it.

How to be Popular

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

By: Indigo March


Prologue~

June 1945

The flashing lights from the cameras had Sybill blinking the white spots swimming before her eyes away rapidly. The Daily Prophet reporters were all screaming at her, wanting answers she didn't know, asking questions she couldn't understand. She was too shocked, too surprised to see the glitter of red blood on her hands, to think straight.

Dolores's face swam into her line of vision, but she didn't know if it was actually there or not or if she was imagining the girl's lip curling as she spat, "You're a phony, Trelawney. Always were, always will be."

And then there was Minerva, shaking her head, frightened beyond belief, "What happened, Sybie? Where did you go?"

Sybill didn't know.


Sooo…whaddaya guys think? If I generate enough interest in this fanfic, I'll write it. If not, I'm still gonna write it, so deal with it :P Cause I like this idea ;)