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HARRY POTTER AND THE PURE BLOOD PRINCESSWritten by K0t0k0.
CHAPTER 1: Welcome to my world.
Prelude
Life in beautiful, landscaped Canada could not get any better. It was late summer, probably early August, and the winds spoke of oncoming school. Here we turn to a gang of children, most likely just about to start grade five. In other words, the three of them were all eleven years old. Up on the familiar yellow pipe monkey bars sat a girl; a boy hung upside down, and digging a hole in the sand beneath them was another boy.
"Oh, I don't wanna go to school." She childishly growled, her features fair with Japanese culture, bangs cut straight across at perfect eyebrows, and fine threads of black hair whipping about in the light breeze. She wore a light white cotton sundress, and her rubber pink flip-flops adorned the hot sand below. Her brown-eyed gaze was directed to a blonde boy, with hair coming out in wild cuts in a not too short not too long cut. His own blue eyes glanced up as he was the one sitting in the sand, smiling.
"Hana, you never were one for school," the unnamed boy swinging from the monkey bars upside down piped up. With a small grunt, he landed on his bottom beside the curly-head. He was Chinese, Mandarin to be exact, and he had fine black hair that was cut in a rather wild bang cut, and oddly spiked out on the top and back. "Andrew, what's wrong?" He spoke once more, poking the blue eyed boy that now took to staring at the neat concession of houses that lined the street.
"Nothing, Kevin. I'm just going to miss you guys," the afore-mentioned Andrew bleakly spoke in a whisper. Hana gave a sigh, tenderly crawling on the top of the bars before swinging down to sit on Andrew's other side. "You can't miss Kevin. He is unmissable." Kevin laughed; deciding to help hand-dig the rather wide hole Andrew had started. Hana gave a glare at him; she was the most childish in their little trio, yet both boys loved to hang out with her. "I don't get it," Kevin said after a few moments of silence, "since when did your parents decide for you to go to boarding school? All the way out in British Columbia?"
Hana stared at her hands meekly, she secretly knew this could be the end of their friendship. Her little crush on Andrew was the only thing that kept her with them, other than the fact Kevin was hilarious to be around. Andrew gave a sigh; this conversation had suddenly turned into the two boys only, as Hana had voluntarily excluded herself. "I… I don't know," it was an obvious cover-up, and Kevin wondered what the reason really was. Maybe it was family issues, he didn't know.
"You'll be back next summer, right?" Hana spoke softly; finally looking upon the two boys who she had been friends with almost automatically. Andrew gave a look to Kevin, one that was childish with when are girls gonna stop being so emotional? and Kevin shrugged; he had been thinking that question as well. "Yeah. I mean, I guess so. I mean, a lot happens in a year and what if… our friendship doesn't last?" Well, these were words beyond a grade five's mind of thinking. All three of them shrugged listlessly, and Andrew was the first one to stand. He was a rather cute kid, with adorable blonde curls. "Lets go play at the tree fort." Kevin now stood, the scruffy Chinese kid who everyone thought was trouble. The girl remained at the ground, looking at an adult who had suddenly walked out on their front balcony. She gave a sigh, before muttering "Andrew, isn't that your dad calling you?" Her brown eyes looked squinted, gazing at the man standing on the porch meters away – dressed in rather weird attire. Long, flowing black robes, and Kevin blinked twice as well.
"Uh. Yeah? I'll… see you guys later?" Both Kevin and Hana mutely nodded as he slipped his sandals on and ran off, and his father had disappeared into the curtains of a room. Kevin sat back on the heated sand, still staring at the house. "What was that?" The young girl murmured, and he shook his head. "I didn't see nothing."
Childhood innocence and stubborn hotheads get in the way once again.
Note: Grade five is like first year at Hogwarts – I tried to figure out what grade would equal all the years, so if my math is wrong please lemme know in a review. XD
Five or something years later
Note: Now the summer before grade ten, 6th year for Hogwarts and other magic schools.
She stared blankly at the mirror in front of her, giving a sigh. Just a little over a minute ago Melissa had called her. It was yet another mall trip, three years ago it would've been a park request. But no, now it was malls and boys for Hana and her friends. Somehow she missed their hour-long sits at the parks, discussing their day or boys. Now it was just shopping and having no life… literally. She had roughly pulled on a dull pink shirt that was tight enough for her to squeeze into, and had a Hello Kitty illustration on it. Low-rise jeans had been shrugged on; a crème coloured belt with hearts stamped onto it pulled around her waist.
Grabbing her green hairbrush, Hana ran it through her shoulder-length layered black hair, then straightened the layered as well bangs. Wearing no makeup, she walked up the stairs from her bedroom to the front hallway. With a resounding ding-dong, Hana pulled open the door to reveal her friend Melissa. Running, she hopped into the small car Melissa's brother drove and it sped off towards the mall.
Now, life was usual for this young Canadian teen. Now fifteen, she'd turn sixteen that following February. You readers are probably wondering where is the magic? Where is the angst and Lord Voldemort? Well, this is the introduction to the newest character to the story, Hana. Truth is, at the mall, she was just about to run into tons of trouble. So don't give up reading now!
The Mall
Melissa giggled, telling the group her latest story about the run-in with her ex-boyfriend, Eric, a few nights ago. Hana was staring at her little plate of sushi she had just bought. With a sigh, she ranted off in her head about hating shopping trips and would abolish it if she became queen of the world. The entire group began laughing at something Melissa had said, and Hana was ripped from her daydream. Stifling a soft laugh, she glanced over at a circle of boys sitting at a food court table nearby theirs, but only gazed subtly, as to not gain the attention of any of the cackling girls so they would ogle and gain attention.
Kevin sat there, Hana noted to her rambling mind, and he had changed drastically. Still the messy haircut, though he had a matured cut look to him, and he was, as usual, joking around it seemed. A mute sigh escaped her pursed pink lips, as Kevin caught her bored gaze and gave a little encouraging smile. Their close friendship had ended that year that… Andrew… had left for boarding school. True, they talked to each other about stuff and hung out once in a while – but girls got nosy and they had to become people who said hi in the hallways once in a while – only to avoid embarrassing rumors of them dating. She returned the soft smile, and glanced back to the chattering group of girls. Too bad Hana didn't take note of Kevin's friends. It would have been a life changing revolution – but only to her.
Too late.
"Hmm. Look at that guy," a girl named Sarah said simply, glancing off in the direction that Hana had just returned from gazing at. With a sigh, Hana gave a reprimanding look to her little gang of friends. "You really have no life, do you?" Sarah immediately took offense to this, as did all the others. If you really should know, high school girls you shouldn't mess with, they all packed a little punch. The Japanese teen scoffed it off, and lifted her tray with sushi laid out neatly on it. "You little bitch…!" One of them had snarled as Hana turned, and began walked off. Yet they all just sat there fuming as Hana rid herself of her tray, and boxed up her sushi. Giving a rather snotty look to the gaping girls, she flipped her hair back and took in a deep breath.
Straightening her shirt, Hana walked primly over and sat in a fifth seat at the end of the boys' table. They all stared at her with questioning glares except for Kevin – and another familiar boy. She couldn't pin her tongue on his name though, when Kevin hushed the obviously rowdy group up and spoke to Hana.
"What do you want, Han?" He seemed irked, she never did this, not since she spoke to him on a mall trip before and all the high school students who had seen automatically started spreading rumors. Hana looked back coldly at the madly whispering group of girls, and let out a sudden growl. Sarah (the girl mentioned before)'s blonde hair suddenly started rotting to a puke green, and all the girls shrieked before falling back on all their chairs anime style. All the boys burst out laughing, pointing fingers at poor Sarah and the other fallen girls now sprawled out on the floor. Kevin stood rather quickly, grabbing Hana's arm roughly. Her hand clasped tightly on the styrofoam box with sushi in it, as he suddenly dragged her into the hallway turning off to the washrooms. One of the boys, the one she had thought familiar, had also followed in the scene of weird events.
The Chinese teenager stared at her confused, his brown eyes searching hers for an answer. After a few moments, he spoke, "What the fuck was that about?" Hana looked at him pleading – she honestly had no idea. Trying to lighten the mood, she tried to crack a joke. "Something she ate, maybe?" The blonde boy behind Kevin let out a frustrated moan, and Hana finally took notice of him. "Hey, who is your unnamed friend?" Kevin looked at her confused, his mouth agape. She raised an eyebrow, now the one confused. The recent events now forgotten, Hana gazed at blue eyes that were also confused yet also slightly worried.
"NO SHIT!" She exploded with laughter, sliding to the floor leaning against the wall. The hallway was secluded from the rest of the eating food court, and the washrooms empty. Hana abruptly stopped, glancing left and right. "Something is way weird here. First I turn into a bitch, Sarah's hair turns green, and now Andrew is back?" Kevin stared at her on the ground, pity in his own brown eyes. "He comes back every summer. You never asked." It was a soft whisper, and Hana looked brashly to the right trying to avoid both her childhood friends' gazes.
"N-nice to see you… Andrew." She faltered, but stood meekly. Bowing her head as if she had been punished, Hana began to walk towards the end of the hall where it connected to the food court. Andrew muttered a 'hello' as the two boys just stood there staring at each other confused.
You could at least now know why teenagers were blessed with hormones and great confusion of everything, right?
The mall was now deathly silent, and Hana's mind exploded with panic. The food court was empty – nothing was right. Whipping her arm under her nose to examine her pink watch, Hana concluded the mall wasn't supposed to close for another four hours. Blinking, in a heavy confused state, she walked slowly before hurling herself into a hard plastic chair at one of the tables.
What was happening? She could hear Kevin curse a few feet away from her, as her eyelashes blinked away forming tears. Then, Hana heard Andrew whisper something to Kevin hurriedly. And once again another angry curse from the Chinese teenager. "Hana?" Andrew spoke in a now foreign voice – she didn't recognize it. Why? Why after all these years, finally forgetting her childhood demons and one reappears. "Hana?" He now repeated, and she lifted her face.
Andrew took a step back, remembering the speech Professor Islets spoke at the end of the year. Pinebridge Academy was not a normal school, as you could have guessed by now. Andrew was a wizard, and Pinebridge Academy was the Canadian version of Hogwarts as Beauxbatons was French and Durmstrang Bulgarian. Lord Voldemort had launched war, and the Order was looking for recruits. The blonde teenager could remember when he came home, entering his father's study silently. He remembered the cold voice – a death eater's voice. The persuasion of a father did not come dearly when he had wrenched his only son from life and shoved him to become a wizard.
An elderly man walked down the hallway absently, wearing foreign purple robes adorned with some shimmering yellow fabric as lining. He had a white beard traveling almost to his feet, and white hair showering from his head. This was why Andrew had taken a step back, recognizing this as the all powerful Professor Dumbledore, 'principal' if you could say of Hogwarts, the most prestigious of all magic schools. And recently given the coveted title as minister of Magic. The young wizard sure knew about the going ons in England, where Voldemort had managed to close down Hogwarts and hunt down many muggle-born teens and kill them. Where Harry Potter and his friends hid in some secret corridor of the school due to an ambush at the end of fifth year. Andrew did not know this from a Daily Prophet, or rumors from 'school friends.' It was the simple fact that poor innocent and cute Andrew was a son of two death eaters. One had died at the hands of Professor Islets, when they had tried to overtake Pinebridge Academy itself. His father tried to talk him into joining and be protected, and Andrew lied simply saying he would go to the mall with Kevin and some other friends and 'think it over.'
"Ms. Black, please come to me." The scratchy voice came from him, and Andrew held in his breath. What was this? Hana's last name was Yamato; it had been a long time, yet he still knew that. The mentioned spoke up, her voice weak and wavering.
Hana felt confused, wanting to curl into a little ball and cry. Who was this old man, queer old man by that, calling forward? She whipped her brown eyes around, only seeing a faint Andrew and just-as-confused Kevin. "Excuse me, sir? I'm Hana Yamato, certainly not someone with a last name such as Black." The elderly professor let out a laugh, shaking his head.
One of them fainted, and the other comforted the fallen one. Another one just stared coldly, wanting to know what was going on. And Professor Dumbledore just looked on with merry eyes.
Note: I know, it seems so out of character. Trust me, as the chapters go on it will totally rest into place. Don't kill me with flames yet, but I don't mind some criticism. 3 to ya all, K0t0k0.