Harry Haunting
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except Lukcy. And even then, I don't really own her. Actually, she was a typo, who I transformed into a person. Yeah. Okay then. Just don't sue me for JK Rowling's work, okay?
A/N: Hey people! This is my newest fic, and probably the strangest. I tried this idea on my friends, and they promptly told me I was insane. That's okay, I already knew that… my mommy tells me that everyday! Lol. Anyway, this is not a chapter (at least I hope not, I might have to change this later on). This is the story of a girl called Lukcy (pronounced Luck-SEE). The name was created when I screwed up typing an IM. Long story short, the story of Lukcy was unfolded before my… well… brain. I hope you like it! I have no clue as to how it will turn out!!
"Miss Pondwater! Pay attention, will you?" yelled an angry Professor McGonagal.
"Huh? What? Oh, I'm sorry Professor! I-I'll pay more attention," Lukcy tried to explain to the young teacher. Professor McGonagal sighed.
"Just try to transfigure your toad, will you?"
Lukcy went back to her work. She was caught daydreaming—again. It was embarrassing, but she couldn't help it. She was too attracted to James. There was certainly nothing special about him. In fact, by most standards, he was a nerd. But she had Florence Nightingale Syndrome. He had saved her (not to mention a bunch of other people), and she had the crush of the century on him. Pages upon pages of her notebooks had little hearts all over them. She knew it was hopeless, though. She wasn't the only one trying to make him fall for her.
Lily Evans. The girl with "perfect" red hair and "bright" green eyes. She loved James as well. Lukcy could tell. It didn't matter how much they bickered, or teased, or anything. Lukcy could tell. Lukcy liked Lily enough, but the fact that she was competing for James annoyed her very much, to the point until Lukcy couldn't look at Lily in the eyes.
