Before you guys read this, I have information about this so y'all won't be confused.
I) Nicoleta Aurelia Mara Szkely is my own personal OC. Information about her shall be given throughout the story. But for starters, she's a Metamorphagus. Except she only prefers to change her eye color.
II) Fred and George have been reduced a year of their real birth, so Fred & George are 7th years while Nicole, Harry, Draco, and etc. are all 5th years.
III) I do not own any of the following familiar chracters, for only Nicoleta Aurelia Mara Szkely belongs to moi.
IV) BE ready for a lot of confusion for this is based on a love square. Not a triangle but a SQUARE.
Every theory of love, from Plato down, teaches that each individual loves in the other sex what he lacks in himself.
- G. Stanley Hall
Nicoleta's POV
I tried to weave my lean, Romanian body throughout the bustling streets of Diagon Alley. My natural auburn-colored hair glistened a scarlet ginger with the golden summer sun rays. I brushed past several individual wizards but to no avail, I couldn't find him. He's my dark haired, green-eyed Prince.
Harry James Potter.
Harry's Point of View
The Weasleys took me to Diagon Alley to buy the necessary supplies for this year. I keep outgrowing my robes, according to Mrs. Weasley. She's like the mother I never had. Passing throughout the crowds of people all astonished that I was walking amidst their presence.
"It's the Boy Who Lived!" the all murmured, whispered, and chatted amongst each other.
I tried not to roll my eyes as I attempted to cover my face. Mrs. Weasley was trying to block them from seeing me. I began to question myself if my mother was like this. I shook that thought off. One person caught my attention. Her pale skinned visage exposed those violet irises. Her pouty, full-lips looked so kissable, it was tempting. Her eyes were probing for another wizard. Then her eyes rested upon me. Her visage appeared to be fuming as she stormed swiftly towards me.
"Here we go," I thought to myself...
"Harry! Sângeroase nenorocit! A fost dracului îngrijorat pentru tine!" she cursed in her Romanian tongue. "Vous réaliser combien de temps il est? ! J'attendais pour vous ! 'Meet me il à de Florean Fortescue's', sanglante comme hell, Oui, j'ai fait! Mais non, vous n'étaient pas là!"
I tried not to smile, as it was tugging on the sides of my lips, while she was constantly ranting and switching from Romanian to French. Then she caught me not paying any attention to her.
"Harry, do you real-Harry! Do you not reali-" I cut her off with the contact of my lips against hers. I held her hands so she wouldn't push away from me. Apparently, I caught her off guard. Her eyes widened in shock as they poured into mine. I smiled against her lips. She pulled away from me breathlessly. Her face was as scarlet as her hair as she changed it into a black color. I pulled her towards me as she reluctantly allowed me to do so. I kissed her forehead.
Her head leaned onto my chest and I whispered into her ear, "Hello, darling."
Hey y'all! Okay, first, sorry for the uber short chapter. I'm gonna try to write more! Second, I won't be continuing my other story because like I lost track of my plot for it.
Please read and review!
Futuristic spoilers: Different chapters shall all be in Fred's, Harry's, or Draco's with Nicole's POV.
Thank you for viewing this!
Fellize aka Tommi Riddle