A/N My chapters are probably gonna be short because this is my first time writing an actually acceptable fic. AND OKAY SHE MAY BE CLOSE TO A MARY SUE BUT DAMMIT SHE'S MY MARY SUE! Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, duh
September 1st 1976
Alright, so in my creative writing class it was recommended that I start a journal and I also believe that documenting these last two years at Hogwarts is important. We're sixteen and I think there may be more drama this year. Notice, this is going to be written like a story and it should be, because it is close to The Odyssey in greatness. This might be good for my next three page novel that ends in the middle of a sentence. You'll learn that I have this issue with completing things. Such as today for example.`
"Mum? Where's the damn toad?" I inquired about my poor poor green toad. Her car stops. We had about half an hour between my house and King's Cross Station. The honking behind us is merely the prelude to my mother shouting at other drivers while going back to retrieve my sweet amphibian. In my head I could hear Ride of the Valkyries in the background. I sat in the back with my trunk and bag with a dumb smile on my face. Which as soon as we got back home and she had no one to yell at, went away. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed the small travel terrarium. It was enchanted and would turn into his normal toad-palace sized terrarium. Amazingly, right next to his box was my wand. HOLY SHIT, that would've been bad. Nice catch dude. Thanks I know.
I run back downstairs and we zoom back to King's Cross in 25 minutes. I had three minutes to get on that damn train. We load all my bags onto a cart and race through the station and run through the secret entrance.
"Alright, Deliah, I love you. Write me lots I'm just a poor old woman who does nothing but clean and cook so entertain me while you're at school." My mother says. Her graying blonde hair falling in her face. For the sake of the journal, I'll compare how we both look. My mother has her dull blonde curls which have turned wild and untamed. That sits upon a brow which is always stern but her kind green eyes are perfect and kind. Her lips are quite thin, like those of Minnie-McGonagall, sorry. I guess we look the same. I am a metamorphmagus which I inherited from my father apparently. But, starting from a young age I just assumed I should look like my mother and father mixed, and since I have no clue what that dude looks like I made him have brown eyes. My eyes are hazel, nothing too special and pathetic eyelashes. I have a button nose which does not look quite right with my lips which are nearing thin. I have freckles and a small beauty mark on my cheek which I've never been able to get rid of. Anywho, no more freezing the story, we haven't even gotten on the damn train.
"Of course mum, and I love you too. Take care of yourself. Alright I'll write all the time. So much you'll beg me to stop. I gotta run." I go on my tiptoes to give my mother a quick peck on her cheek and I take Merlin(Merlin is the poor poor amphibian whom was almost abandoned) and put that little guy in my pocket. I lug my trunk up into the train and I can smell the scents of a school: Sweat, Tears, Sugar and HORMONES. My Ravenclaw friend, Donovan who is sadly a seventh year and is LEAVING ME all by my lonesome next year, is probably going to be up front with a flock of girls asking about his music skills. We're both in the choir together. I'm not good but he is and we both have a lot of fun. Ew, fun, almost forgot I'm a pessimist for a moment. No, no fun. We have a lot of depression. Dammit that isn't right either. My life as a poor white rich kid who lives in a 1st world country is so hard. Here is when I noticed them. Hold on, are those- no, it can't be. THOSE FUCKING IDIOTS WHO ACCIDENTALLY(sure) TURNED MY CHOIR TOAD PURPLE!
Those idiots names are James, Sirius, Remus and… oh jeez. I know this. Shit I spent the train ride with him I SHOULD KNOW THIS… I just asked Donovan who is here helping me write, say hi Donovan. Hi Donovan. Alright, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter. James Potter is the one who orchestrated it, I know this because during the dinner before the sad choir toad incident I told him the dumbest thing one can say to James.
It was dinner and I'm just sitting stuffing my face with mashed potatoes because GODDAMN I love carbs. I hear beside me from that idiot's lips, "I just don't know why Lily won't date me." Okay, who can blame me for saying this next bit. Come on.
"Maybe because you're a completely unappealing dickweed who only acts like a complete penis and that is amplified when your 'Lily Flower' is around?" I felt his eyes slowly turn to me and narrow. That was when the fate of my poor purple child was sealed.
OH DEAR GOD WHO OPENED THE DOOR OF THE COMPARTMENT WAS THAT ME? FUCK. I could feel my eyes widen like… fuck as wide as dinner plates. My eyes must have been as wide as the fucking length of the damn train. Doesn't seen like a lot, but it was. I also noticed my hair turn bright blue with anger. No dumbass, anger isn't red. Let me give you some science before we progress with this work of art. The flame is lightest where it's hottest. Red is closer to the outside of a flame than blue which is the center. Ta-da. Anyhow, I tried to talk. It was supposed to be coherent dammit.
"Uh y-you uh me… Can I sit here?" I said frowning at my failure to say a sentence correctly.
James Potter smirks and replies nonchalantly. "Why of course Stephens. Make yourself at home." Dear god is messing up his own hair a nervous tick of some sort? He just keeps doing it. Does he think is looks sexy? It's very far from sexy.
"So why did you come to our compartment?" Sirius black with his grey eyes and I admit, glorious beautiful hair. I think in first year one girl made a fake religion for his hair. God is it beautiful. Looks so silky and soft and I can still feel it. Yes, I had pet his hair. I froze as soon as I did that.
I sat back down and I felt my cheeks pinken and I remembered I needed to put my trunk up on the shelf thing. Of course as I briefly very subtly mentioned, I am extremely short for being sixteen. I am 5'2. Haven't grown an inch. I hadn't even noticed I had been staring at the shelf a head or two above me. I could hear him get up and I felt him get behind me and pick up my trunk.
"Here, let me help." His voice was raspy, but like a sexy kind of raspy not like old man dying raspy. I turned around and just saw his green shirt before I freaked out by how close Remus Lupin had gotten to me. I waved my arms and jumped around like a weird dance and accidentally fell over. Yes, Donovan. It was on accident. All I remember before hitting my head surprisingly hard was how this boy smelled like chocolate.
I know it moves really fast but I'm a freshman in highschool, I'm learning. I'd ADORE reviews. I barely ever have people read my writing so I'd love to hear what you think. Spring Break is soon for me so I will have more time to write but after that I have 3 stressful weeks of crew for the school musical. Anyhow uhm, tell me who your favorite High School Musical Character is?