A Call from Poseidon for you, miss- Badaboom! Badabaang! I am back! Hello everyone! I must say you should thank my wonderful partner in crime and friend, Lost-Hogwarts-Student for getting me writing again. Well...she more like, inspired me to write again. She didn't convince me or anything. Anyway, new story. I was randomly inspired. Truth is, I have a vague idea of things I want to happen in the story, but I have no concrete plan to follow. Read if you want, and I hope you enjoy what I have. This is set in the Marauder age and is in first person point of view from an original character of mine.
By and by, yes, I did change my Pen-Name if you're wondering. And once more, if you're wondering why I'm suddenly all into Apollo's Dreamy Goodness Godness, and other Greekness Godness Goodness, read 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan'. They are my new ambition.
the Lame Credits- the Harry Potter world belongs to J.K. Rowling, including Hogwarts, some students, and ideas that shall fit into my story. All original characters and the plots are mine to own. Thank you, that's all.
I never wanted to be a witch.
There. I said it. It's the truth, anyway. My life was perfect until my eleventh birthday five years ago. I was rich, popular, and beautiful. What else could I have asked from life? My parents died when I was four years old, and I was immediately adopted by Nathan and Georgina, my step-parents. I moved into their three-story, thirty-room mansion in the outskirts of London. I like London. I was never a California girl, anyway. Georgina couldn't have children, so to her, I was the ultimate princess. I had the clothes nobody could afford, the friends everyone wanted to be seen with, the parties everyone wanted to be part of… the life everyone wanted to lead. I was Silena Verona, I was ten years old, and I had it all.
The meeting that ruined everything happened one day before my eleventh birthday.
I was lying on my back in my four-poster bed, reading a Jane Austen novel when a knock came on my door. Annoyed that somebody had interrupted me, I decided to ignore the call, and keep on reading. Just as Mr. Bingley was about to propose to Jane, there was a second knock. Thoroughly irritated, I snapped the book shut and told whoever it was to come in. There was a man, in his early sixties perhaps at my door. But the weirdest thing was his outfit. I remember my thoughts exactly. 'Somebody please call a fashion police'. Grandpa was wearing an emerald tunic-like thing and a hat. Not a cap, no. Nor a top hat or anything like that. No. He was wearing a pointy hat. Like the one Merlin was supposed to have worn? Yeah. I was starting to feel a little creeped out at this man. I had no idea what he was doing in my bedroom or who he was, but I said nothing. The man walked up to me and smiled. His blue eyes twinkled behind half-moon glasses.
"Hello Silena," he'd said. I didn't react quickly enough to ask how he knew my name. "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's time I tell you a little something about your heritage."
"Lena?"
I jumped slightly as Annabeth's voice startled me out of my reverie. My arm was stretched out in front of me, numb now after having been supporting my head for a full double period. I blinked quickly and sat up straight, stretching my arms and rolling my shoulders. I took a quick look at my surroundings. History of Magic; right. Annabeth was sitting beside me, looking at me strangely.
"Yeah?" I replied, turning left and right in my place to crack my back. "I fell asleep, didn't I?" In front of me, Binns was droning on about some elfish war that took place a gazillion years ago while nobody paid attention to him, not even Lily. And Lily was…well she was Lily; know-it-all, studious, smarty-pants old Lily. I let my face flop back onto the cool table in front of me. Annabeth rolled her eyes and yawned.
"Start packing up- bell rings in three," she warned me, leaning on her elbows and trying to peek at the note that was being passed between two guys in front of us. I closed my eyes and shifted a little.
"I never un-packed," was my reply. I kept my ear keenly open to what was going on with Annabeth and the guys in front; it was the only interesting thing to do before the bell rang. Who were they, again? I hadn't even noticed when they sat down.
"Shht! Please, guys. I've told you not to say anything in public," I knew that voice. I felt warm blood rush up into my cheeks and the back of my neck, and my eyes snapped open.
"Get a grip, Moony. Nobody's listening." I knew that voice all too well, as well. Grey eyes met mine as Sirius Black turned around on his spot and squinted in my direction. I understood the look. You better not be listening in. Like I'd care what he was saying. Then my eyes shifted a little to the right, and the familiar rush of blood came back to my face.
"You can never be too careful…"
Remus Lupin stole a quick glance over his shoulder at Annabeth and me, and something that was definitely not my left boob did a little somersault; was it my imagination or did he blush a little as he turned back around? It must have been my eyes playing tricks on my brain. Anyway, I guess I should spill. Remus was my all-time crush. Ever since like, well, last year. Yet, time counts for nothing. I truly, really, deeply liked him; a lot. He was the sweetest, most amazing, modest, cutest, smartest, bestest guy in the whole wide world. I loved him. Oh my god, I sounded pathetic. I reminded myself that I was in a room…full of people…that could be watching. I sat up straight once more and brushed invisible dust off my lap.
"You catch anything?" I asked Annabeth, picking up my bag and looking at my watch. Ten, nine, eight… Ann looked at me and frowned, shaking her head.
"Nope. The notes are well-guarded. The marauders are much more careful than other guys in here…say that one in Transforma-" She was cut off by a loud ringing all around us.
"Finally!" I exclaimed, standing up beside our table and walking around it. I glanced back towards Lily, who was still packing up. "Come on, Lils. I'm hungry!" Lily sent me an annoyed glare and finished stuffing her books in her bag. She shoved it over her shoulder and stood up beside me and Annabeth.
"Maybe if you hadn't slept through the whole lesson-" I cut her off with a motion of my hand and started walking. "It's not like you paid attention either," I snapped. Okay, so I was exaggerating a little bit. Overreacting…erm, whatever.
"Geez, someone's cranky" Lily muttered, giving me an evil glare and stalking off in front of us. Annabeth groaned and looked at me. I knew that look.
"Oh shut up," I said, and stormed off on my own. I reached the Great Hall and walked towards the Gryffindor table, trying to spot an empty space. I was heading towards an unoccupied spot near the edge of the table, thinking about who knows what, when I vaguely realized that somebody was walking beside me. Well, not really beside me, but…you know, parallel to me…heading towards my spot. I didn't even bother to see who it was, but I quickened my pace. The person next to me did the same. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a person with black hair-wait, scratch that; two black heads. Oh please Merlin no. I literally ran to the spot and slammed my bag on top of the table just as one of the guys beside me dived for the seat. A pair of hands slammed onto my side and pushed me straight onto the edge of the Gryffindor table. I doubled over and my back slammed against the wood as my attacker's head landed with a 'thump' on top of my stomach, knocking the breath out of me.
"Padfoot!"
I heard something that sounded like a lot of books falling off a table onto the floor, but I didn't react. My side hurt-like-hell. As did my stomach. I couldn't move. I faintly heard people around me whispering, and a few screams. Urghhh…
"Lena! Silena!" I heard Lily somewhere around-or was it on top?-me. "Are you okay?" More people asking if I was okay, and then male voices. "Padfoot! You just tackled a girl!" and then a more familiar voice, "Sirius! Oh sweet Merlin…Silena?" That made me react. I sat up as if someone had sent an electric shock through my body. It was harder than it had seemed. A heavy weight rolled off my stomach, onto my legs, and finally onto the floor. There was a groan of pain.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said quickly, looking around to spot the source of the voice. Whoa. H e was right in front of me, and he looked...hot? Sexy? Huggable? Kissable?-uh…concerned. Worried-about me. Oh my god. He held out his hand, and I reached towards it, trembling slightly, but another pair of hands took mine before I could get close to his touch.
"Leen, oh my gosh, are you okay? Sirius! What the hell is wrong with you?" Annabeth pulled me to my feet and straightened my school blouse. I was a little drowsy, and my head hurt as well as my sides, stomach, and back now. I looked up, Remus held my eyes for a few (long, tense, romantic) seconds and then leaned down to help his friend up. I blushed terribly and turned towards Beth.
"Yeah, I'm fine, really. But I'm going to kill-" I didn't get to finish my sentence, because Lily was doing the 'killing' part for me already. She was standing in front of Sirius, Remus, and their friend James with her arms crossed in front of her-full-anger mode.
"-have no idea who you think you are to jump at her like that-DON'T you get in this, Potter!-could've seriously hurt her-" she was yelling, as the three boys cowered in fear. Don't get me wrong, Lily wasn't mean or anything like that. She was one of my best friends, an amazing person, and a wonderful, loyal friend. But when she got mad-well, the marauders' reactions were pretty accurate to what they usually are.
"Hey Lils, cut them some slack," I said, putting my arm over her shoulder and giving her a slight squeeze. "Sorry for freaking out at you before- no idea what happened," Lily took a deep breath and turned towards me, smiling.
"Yeah, don't worry about it." Sirius then came over and did something I never thought he was capable of. Well, that his pride would allow anyway. He apologized.
"Silena, hey. Look, I'm sorry, man-uh-girl… I didn't wanna, well…tackle you or anything… I-" he seemed at loss for words, and he ran a hand along the back of his neck nervously. I grinned in spite of him. "Well…I hope-I mean, are you okay? I'll take you to the nurse, I'm sorry…really," he sounded sincere enough. I shook my head and smiled.
"No blood, no foul," I replied simply, and looked behind his shoulder as I spoke. Remus was looking at me again. I felt blood rush to my cheeks…again. Wow, that was a lot in a few minutes. He'd been pretty close lately, huh? Oh my god, he was coming towards me.
"Here, you uh, dropped this" he said, handing me my schoolbag, and smiling. I stood there, speechless. Okay- do something! You look like a loser!
"Erm, thanks." I said, taking the bag and slinging it over my shoulder again. Remus smiled once more at me, and then at Lily and Annabeth, who were standing beside me. Then I remembered something, and took a few steps forward. I was aware that people surrounding me (including Remus) were watching as I sat down on the bench in the Gryffindor table and crossed my legs. I looked over my shoulder, glancing up at Remus from under my eyelashes, but he wasn't looking at me. Okay, embarrassing. I turned to Sirius instead. "By the way, thanks. We get this spot today," I said, smirking and turning back to the empty gold plate in front of me. James laughed behind me and Sirius mumbled something under his breath. A curse, probably. I heard nothing from Remus. Annabeth giggled and sat down on my right, while Lily sat on my left, and started eyeing the food menu for this afternoon.
"Hot, Leen," Ann commented innocently. "Nice performance,"
I said nothing, but I didn't need to.
I knew that already. Mine usually are.
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