Title: Welcome to my life
By: FallenArchAngel47
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN IT!
Summary: Meet Tamantha Myles, your basic teenage outcast. It's her first year at hog warts, and things seem to not be going right, but then again, nothing's ever gone right for her. Her family life sucks, her school life sucks, basically, everything sucks in her life, but the question is…can things get any worse? I'm sure things can always go worse, I mean Murphy's law…anything that CAN go wrong…WILL go wrong…
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor. (…No matter what…there will…ALWAYS…be humor…it's call comic relief people…)
Rating: M for Language, Violence, and whatever else may be that I decide…
Pairings: Draco/OC…and possibly…anything else I decide on…
Dear Readers,
…Please no flames…come on…I'm just trying to keep myself sane by writing…so yeah…I thought I'd give a HP fanfic a shot…though I've been reading Harry Potter since it came out…I don't like flames…if you don't like it then just…don't review…please…anyway…I'm not begging for reviews or anything…just it'd be nice to have some recognition that is good…criticism I'm open for…but only constructive…I probably won't take care to it though, no offense to anyone who does that, I'll read it…yes…but it's just I'm used to writing a certain way…anyway thanks for reading if you do…
-Fallen.
Dear Previous readers,
Sorry for deleting my story, but I wanted to revise the thing. I hope you don't mind. Oh…Oh…my birthday's tomorrow…now what…oh…oh…sorry…
-Fallen.
Chapter 1
Tamantha Myles rolled over on her small bed. It was low to the ground and had green sheets lain a strew on it, that were tangled with Tamantha's frail looking pale body. Her choppy brown hair laid strewn about her. Her eyes flickered open when she heard the door to the very small room open. Her eyes were a bright colored green. The room was small, it was a closet actually, a walk in closet shaped like an L, she had heard the door slide open. "Tamantha wake the hell up." came the voice of her older sister, Claire. "I'm up…" Tamantha grumbled. She sat up. She was dressed in a long sleeved black shirt with black pajama pants. Tamantha looked up at Claire. Claire was your basic heartbreaker, bright blonde wavy hair, bright blue eyes, and dressed showing off as much skin as possible, in this case, a pink tank top and a white skirt "Here's your damn letter!" Claire yelled. Tamantha sat up. "Thanks Claire…" she muttered. "Don't thank me. Mom and Dad made me give it to you this year since I burned yours for the past 2 years." She grumbled. She stormed out. Tamantha blinked after her. She stood up and stretched. A little boy ran into the closet, which was Tamantha's "bedroom". "Tammy Tammy Tammy!" The little boy cried jumping up and down. "I got my letter I got my letter!" he cried happily. Though very childish looking, he was actually 10. He had bright blonde hair, and icy blue eyes; He smiled happily up at Tamantha. "That's good Sander." She said with a small smile. She pat his head. "Did you get your letter?" he asked. She nodded, picking the letter off the bed. She opened it, and read it.
Dear Tamantha MylesWe are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.
We are sorry for the inconvenience for the past to years, and hope to see you in your third year at hogwarts. Yes that is correct, your third year. To make up for your first two years, you will be taking extra classes, more so than most third years, and sometimes taking classes on the weekends.
Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the date for which shall be duly advised. Upon arrival, you will be sorted with the first years.
Please unsure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.
We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwarts Heritage.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandos
Professor McGonagall
She didn't understand how it was possible to do so, but she continued reading, by going onto the supplies list.
First Years, Second Years, and Third years will requireThree sets of plain work robes
One plain pointed hat for day wear
One pair of dragon-hide gloves
And the following set of books:
'The standard book of spells' By Miranda Goshawk
'A thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' By Phyllida Spore
'A history of magic' By Bathilda Bagshot
'Magical Theory' By Adalbert Waffling
'A beginner's guide to Transfiguration' By Emeric Smith
'Magical Drafts and potions' By Arsenius Jigger
And Also:
'Fantastic beasts and where to find them' By Newt Scamander
'The Dark Forces: A guide to self-protection." By Trimble
All students must be equipped with:
One wand
One standard size 2 pewter cauldron
And may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad.
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief attendant of witchcraft provisions
She skimmed over the second and third year things she'd need. "What's it say what's it say?" Sander asked eagerly. "It just says I'll be attending my third year, and taking extra classes…and I'll be sorted with you, that's all Sander." She said with a small smile. She pat his head. "I hope I get a really good house! I don't wanna be placed in Slytherin like Claire or Chris…Slytherin is for bad people I heard." Sander said wrinkling up his nose. She made a small smile. "Go get ready…I heard we're going to Diagon Alley today…" she said. He nodded and ran out. Tammy stood up and looked through the racks of clothes in her own room. They were old, some, mind you some, new. She was tall when she stood up, but not very tall, about 5ft 5in, the actual length of her hair could be seen now, which was waist length, and choppy with uneven ends, it hung messily about her body as she walked through the row of clothes. Her bright green eyed darkened as she searched through the clothes rack. "…Something to wear…" she spoke to herself. "Why don't you wear this?" Said a voice from behind her. She turned around, frowning; there stood a teenage boy, about her age, 15 to be exact, his messy dark blonde hair hung in his eyes, as his gray eyes pierced her own green ones.
She noticed a minni skirt and a tank top in his hands. "No. Now go away Chris." She said turning back around and going through the closet. "Hey you know…you're gonna have to listen to me when we get to Hogwarts, mom said so since I'm the oldest boy of the family." He said. He was entering his Fourth year, unlike her at Hogwarts. "Go away I said." she continued, looking through her clothes. She pulled out a pair of jeans.
"Aw…c'mon…" he whined behind her. "No." she said. He pulled her away from the rack. "Please…?" he asked, his eyes filled up with tears. "No Chris, now go away. I'm not just about to dress like that so you can commit incest upon me…" she said. She pulled away. "Now out." She continued. He grumbled. "Fine…but as soon as we get to Hogwarts…prepare for hell…" he said. He walked out. She closed the closet door, and changed into a pair of baggy blue jeans, and a black shirt that said "My imaginary friend thinks you have serious problems." She pulled on black and purple striped arm socks, and walked outside, hopping about as she was pulling her converse on. She grabbed her black hoodie off of the chair in the closet and began to pull it on. "Tamantha Myles get down here this instant!" A woman's voice called out, she hopped down the steps, "Coming Mom!" she called out, as she was tying her shoes at the same time, only to stumble down the steps, and land on her stomach on the floor. "Ow…" she mumbled. She sat up and dusted herself off as Claire, and Chris laughed. Sander helped her up. "I'm fine." She said.
Sander nodded, and retreated back over to their mother. "Took you long enough." Their mother spoke; she was a tall woman, with blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, much resembling an older Claire. She looked as if she had been under plastic surgery, which was what was keeping her together. "Come now…to Diagon Alley…" she said. She walked over to the fireplace and threw floo power in it. "Come come…Claire first, then you Chris, and then you Sander…then Tammy." She said. Sander looked at the flames in curiosity. He had never traveled by floo powder before. Claire took a hand full of floo powder and walked into the fireplace, she threw it down. "To Diagon Alley!" she called out, and in a split second she was gone. Chris did the same as her, repeating her exact actions. He too was gone within a second of finishing his sentence. Sander looked at the fire in uncertainty and curiosity. "Get in." their mother, Mrs. Myles growled. "…Yes… mother..." he said, he walked in and waved at Tammy. He threw the floo powder down and called out "To diagon alley!" squeezing his eyes shut, he disappeared, just like the others. "Now you…you know damn well you should have dressed better." Mrs. Myles said. "We will be meeting someone very important at 5pm today to let you know…so you may go around doing your shopping…but at 5pm I want you in front of gringotts. We cannot miss this meeting." She spoke. She put floo powder in her hand and shoved her into the fire.
End Chapter 1