A/N:So, this is my first HP fic that I've decided to publish. Mainly 'cos one of my best friends (marauder-and-lily-i-love, read her HP fics!) has talked me into it. I know I should finish Shikha's Story but I wrote this in one day when I was real sick recently. They've just been sitting there - all three, so I gave in and said yeah, I'll post them tonight. That was three days ago, but what the hell.
Disclaimer:My first name is not 'Joanna', see where I'm going with this: don't own it.
This is an introduction. Introducing me to you. This is a sort-of tradition in my family; both my mother, her mother and so on, documented their last years at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, Mum and Grandma got engaged in their last year – and I have a horrible feeling that they expect me to find my true love. This is an issue since my last boyfriend was Remus (Lupin) – and we drifted by the end of sixth year. So really, this is not great. But I'm doing this anyway, because it's a nice thing to have.
Really, me and Remus are still very close, but not that close – if you see my point. In fact, I'm quite close with most of the Marauders, namely James and Sirius. Peter, I used to. We all did. But lately… he's started to drift. He's more vindictive; while James and Sirius and mellowed, Peter has got worse. So he's out. But the others … fair enough.
Closer than most but not as close as some. We first got close when Remus and I started dating in fifth year. We stayed friends, and I stayed friends with the others. Sirius is a great friend – so long as you don't date him. James is also a great friend mine, but the dating is no issue as he is still totally enamoured with Lily.
Lily herself is also one of my good friends. We were charms partners – she's great I'm not, it works. Along with her best friend Sophie, who is from Indian descent but grew up in America. Weird combo that has left her more excitable than chipmunk on speed. But she's happy and bouncy and great if you need cheering up. Lily is the giver of advice and a level head.
One who isn't level headed is my best friend; Mimi. She has a fearsome temper and crazy moodswings. By crazy, I mean dye her hair purple and have studs all up one ear crazy. Entertaining though, great for sarcasm. My other best friend is Danny Hargreaves. A burly guy, he towers over me. He's nearly 6"5' and has blond hair and blue eyes. He's reportedly a heartthrob – if the school gossips are to be believed, but he and Mimi obviously fancy one another. Doesn't stop the bitchier ones, but hey. Unfortunately, neither of them has noticed and think the other sees them as merely a friend, I am left in the middle. Feeling short.
You see, Danny is 6"5 and Mimi is 5"8, but I am only 5"4. Just. And I'm skinny. Not because I diet or anything; I love my food too much. I just have inherited skinny-ness from my parents. Not nice skinny – but all-round, flat, straight skinny-ness. I have torso almost like a boy with a small waist and a flat chest. Not your natural beauty. To top it off, I have black hair cut just above my shoulders in layers, pale skin (I can't get a tan if I try) and dark blue eyes.
But that's just me. I'd tell you about the others, but that'll just crop up anyway. In fact, there's nothing more to tell. It's time to sit back, relax, and hope things don't get too bad.
Fingers crossed – we'll need all the help we can get.
And before I forget, my name is Jacqueline, but you can call me Jack. And most importantly: I am a witch.
A/N: I shall immediately post the next few chapters that have already been written. I've said it before, that little bottom in the bottom left makes authors very happy!
