So Being
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chapter one: Hiccups and Hogwarts
disclaimer: I own Harry Potter, yep you got me right… haha.. turns the time turner now I don't that's why im writing fanfiction.
summary: it's my first DM/OC/BZ fic so heh.. you know how's that… a rich 'shrewish' girl enters hogwarts and caught the eye of a certain slytherin, but what if she falls for his bestfriend?
Classic music, interesting.
Fine dining, splendid.
Everything in class…
Hell, who am I kidding?
I hate these stuffs more than weirdo muggles that act as though they're not living. Well, but I hate muggles more than anything but this is different. This is my life, my life like Azkaban, but Azkaban is slightly better, I tell you.
My whole life wasted with my ever-so-called family. Being the youngest child of a high class family, a high class dark sided pureblood family, gave me a sense that I am at the, " Hello, I am not myself," situation. Yes, I am proud of my 'class', but I can consider myself as a rebel to it, the silent type, I think.
I grew up here, in the hills of Branchden Manor, with parents associated with the 'Voldemort' and with a seventeen year old sister engaged to an aristocratic man she hardly ever knew, that still considers me like a 'six year old' nuisance.
School really bothers me. Studying in an exclusive pureblood school for girls is actually almost the same for home. Still stuck with large nosed porcelain faced rich girls who act like a bunch of forty year olds. I was an offbeat there -- inside. They still treat me the same, the youngest daughter of the Branchdens, one of the richest family in the country. They think of me like my sister, the most snobbish, the iciness queen, the ever so vain, the far so elegant and beautiful. I hate her for being what she really is. I hate myself for being the opposite of that, for being not myself. Still, I congratulate myself for lasting three years there being 'possessed' by my not true self.
I wish I wasn't even what I am. Whatever.
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I looked at my reflection at my dresser's mirror, I was normal I guess by appearance. Shoulder length dark brown hair, dark eyes, a rather 'tannish' completion, a normal figure. But I am I normal by my ways? I definitely think not.
"Aurora," a voice called. Gods I hate that name. I keep ringing on my ear for hours after you call me that. Hah! Yes, It is quite obvious it is my classy socializing name. I spun around with a disgusted look on my face. Then again I changed my expression with a curious one and smiled. "Good, mother has something to tell you -- " Ivory, my sister said as she hiccupped when she said her last word. With that she left a swish of her cloak muttering something about croakie pastries. Good, she got them. Need I say anymore?
"Coming," I replied walking out of my room, with a grin. I wonder what my mother would say, maybe to scold me about the pastries. But somehow Ivory wasn't in her normal state of being mad at me, funny. I walked 'graciously' down the halls and followed Ivory who just covered her mouth to hide the hiccups.
"She. * Hiccup * Is. * hiccup * In. * rather, a loud hiccup * Study hall." Ivory said as she rushed down the staircase to the bathroom covering her mouth at the last hiccup. I giggled under my breath and walked toward the end of the hall.
The study hall wasn't that dark this time around. The emerald curtains were pulled up this time, while the fire roared with charmed green flames, or was it charmed? Suddenly a strict looking woman appeared at the fire. Floo. I looked at my mother from behind the desk as she asked me to sit down.
"Aurora Vanessa, this is Professor Mc Gonagall headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, your new school."
A/N: welll that's the first chappie.. hey I'm sleepy, so bare with me for typos or anything.. hope you like that. Please review!!!