Okay serious time Disclamer! I don' own THIS IS SUCH AN UPBEAT SAD LYRIC SONG! Which I don' own I also do not own HARRY POTTER or beatles cuz I guess I do make a refrence sorta wait. Is that song even a betales song in the first place? Ummm.. Well anyways I defiantly don' own the rights to tha yellow submarine song thingy
I ain't sayin I don' care if you enjoy this story or not, but leave whatever type a comment you want JUST LEAVE SOMETHING ANYTHING! And tell me watcha would like me to improve pleeeease (but im not gonna change the entire story line jus' so ya know) okay then so nervs meh he he awww. CaKe TiMe (jus' a metaphor)"
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CH 1
Hogsmead; it was much like other days of Hogwart's visits; well actually aside from maybe certain citizens were shopping that hadn't always been for every day on which one trip of this kind would be. Gregory owned a lesser known shop he could barely keep it open, but if tears were induced from each struggling small business more then eight would become oceans of the earth. He let out a deep sigh, scratching the lice from top on his scalp; that girl was back again. She always dressed like the same ruddy muggle and always seemed to be shaking slightly. Gregory had more than once envisioned her death, and then on these trips of students like the other struggling shops, maybe then he would get more than a negative in his customers charts. Gregory couldn't stop scratching his head he could feel the flesh on it wearing quickly, soon his fingers would get sticky red, but he just scratched faster. The nearer to his approach of the girl, the harder he scratched.
"Hi- Hello." His skull was fearing the closeness of his nails.
The girl looked up at him expectantly; it was the same situation each time she was in Hogsmead. She half pitied the man, but couldn't figure out what was so intimidating about herself. Was it merely her stench that made him nervous? It had rained just the last night so she thought herself fairly clean. "Gregory-" He jumped slightly at her hoarse calling of his name. "I'll try at keeping to the side of your shop, but if you make me leave, you should know I'll die from the cold." Gregory smiled slightly; she was expecting that. However, from the time she had left her home there really and truly was no one who cared more for her than he. Also as in the past, he slunk back to his shop pretending to have a customer and she went on checking her tangled hair thousand times, starting again to shake.
The girl was about thirteen or fourteen; she herself had not kept tight track on those times. All the times she kept track on were the times of the Hogwarts visits; all other times on the year were simple surviving, no feeling, but something always woke in her seeing the children of this school. She ran another boney hand in attempt to straiten her hair; she would give so much for a simple comb, if she had anything to give that is.
"Calm down your acting like a little punk!"
"Ah, f off your already bossing me 364 days uh, the year!"
She didn't really have multiple personalities, but talking always made her feel better, and none nearing her; talking to herself was all the choice she had in current.
"We all live in a yellow submarine.." She growled deeply. It. Wasn't. Working. Not even singing one of her favorite songs, nothing. And any hour , any hour, any hour, any hour, any hour… She continued repeating herself; continued repeating herself, making like a soothing sleep background.
"NO!" she was only and just exhausted from the trip to Hogsmead, but no matter the cost she wouldn't sleep this day; even if it were a lead to her eternal sleep. If she had slept it was only a stop on waiting; the students didn't seem at yet many when she at last forced her eyes open. She forced them open because something had hit her. From the look on one of the boys uniforms and the fact that he was staring at her seemed to hint that he had been the one to toss an object. His look seemed to apologize or maybe he was just scared that she had seen him. Either way, at the moment she was too pr-occupied with what he had thrown; gold.
Just a piece, this one piece of gold, all she had ever held without it snatched back by an angry owner; she wasn't in the least happy to hold it. True she would do anything she needed for money these years, but always she would do something. The girl wasn't a beggar, and her pride was infuriated as it seemed someone thought she was!
"Gregory!" For the first time she had entered his shop; not just walking in either, she was determined now and even yelling. His hand flew again to his head, and she snatched it in midway. The girl shook her head, finally her last step; the girl punched him hard as she could. Gregory's nose was probably broken now; well his scratching habit was so irritating, he deserved not less. He served a good purpose, yes, she nodded to herself while running fast as she could half fearing that he would use magic. That was the reason she "knew" him so he could calm her this one time; the girl was beginning even to feel slightly pleased with how well she had handled herself. She continued running only until she reached the beloved severed hogs head sign; she spited the gold in her hand and she convinced herself rater quickly it would be best gotten ridden of here. Shameful, maybe but nothing in waste, a good philosophy.
It was surprisingly full this day, surprisingly full being there were over five customers; even more surprising four of the customer were in school uniform.
"Have I seen you somewhere?" She came close to clasping her hands over her face. How could she already be drunk so much after only one drink to talk to anyone! The girl backed off slightly, but couldn't unfreeze; she was horrified. One of the students had a mat of hair almost, dare she say it as tangled as hers, and he had an aura almost of bluntness. He was the first one to talk back.
"Your that girl!"
"What girl?" Another of the students piped in if she was to label the school boys by aura this would be the … nervous one, maybe even somewhat slow. The other three ignored this boy; she imagined they did often.
The first boy pressed on, "Why aren't you in class?"
She twitched once from his suggestion of her going to that school; he just seemed, rude. Couldn't stand rude people, rude kids; she stood up to leave. "No one is at that school right now! It's a Hogsmead day!"
Each of the boys had a separate look of surprise or maybe confusion. A black haired boy, aura labeled a little wild, cocked his head at her, "… Hogsmead day was yesterday.."
"What!" The girl ran to open the door of the bar; there was none a school child on street. She ran to the neighboring shops not one.
In a matter of minutes she was back in the head of the hog (Hogshead) pounding on the school boys table; she had not been this angry not once since back then.
"Why the h are you here!" She glared mainly at the 'blunt" one, who by this time seemed equal fury from only her raised above quiet tone.
"We had permissions to come here; permissions that were only given to us!" the other three seemed to be simply watching for entertain at this point.
The girl growled at him until her growl turned into a slight screaming, "Maybe I don' care what that school thinks, eh?"
"So you want us to tell Dumbledore to expel you?"
She pulled on her dirty and torn t-shirt screaming at him and grabbing the attention of a miles radius, "Does it honestly look like I go to your crummy school!" she breathed hard having used all of it to scream, to scream of all things; she could not believe she was awake on this day. At the least bit, none of the boys seemed in knowing a proper response so with out stop she turned to leave them. Without stop that is for several moments before collapse on the hard bar room floor. f!