Title: When I can't be perfect
Author: GloriousNymph
Summary: Unlike, seemingly, the rest of her school she hates Hogwarts. It's not the fairytale she imagined it to be. Not only that, she is losing her confidence. The only one she can talk to is the one everyone else sees as the enemy. And she gets unwanted attention from a boy with flaming red hair.
Warning: There will be no boyxboy (sorry :( ), The story is AU and OOC. Let's say Harry already killed the dark lord in his third year or something, and everyone has recovered from it and so on.
Disclaimer: The characters, except for a few, belong to J.K Rowling.
We were heading towards Hogwarts to start a new year in Hogwarts. This year I, Victoria, was starting my fourth. I dreaded it.
Being born in the muggle world and going to a normal school until I was eleven had made Hogwarts seem like a fairytale. Even though I had noticed I could do strange things, I didn't pay much attention to it. But Hogwarts wasn't a fairytale, it was hell.
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"Vicky?" I dragged my eyes tiredly and irritated from the beautiful view outside, I would never get used to how breathtaking the scenery was. My eyes connected with Sophia."What?.." When she didn't answer immediately I turned to the window once again. "Victoria! Stop being so cranky will you?" I sighed and yet again turned my head to her. "All right fine.." I said with a deep sigh "What's wrong?" "Well, we all" she paused. ´We all?´ I looked around, and noticed the others. "Oh shit! When did you guys get here?!" Sophia, knowing me so well and all, must have known I would be like this. While the others gave me an irritated look, she gave a tired and continued. "As I said, we all are getting pretty fed up with your foul mood. Just because you hate school doesn't mean we do. So please, when we get to Hogwarts don't sulk around us. I know that you hate being in Hufflepuff, and that's fine, but you make the rest of the house depressed. Unlike you, we're proud. So please Victoria?" With eyes like that I couldn't say no, I looked at the others in the wagon, all of them were staring at their feet. I nodded, and they all let out a deep sigh and returned to what they were doing before. Sophia looked relieved as well. I could feel my heart sink deeper and suddenly I felt empty and cold. I returned to the window.
After a while we were informed that we had arrived. Not wanting to be a burden to my so-called-friends I walked out the train before them. When I got out I noticed I was the first, since I was standing at the platform alone. `Maybe I had been in too much of a hurry` I thought absent-mindedly `I hope I didn't hurt them`. And just like that the platform was filled with students. Suddenly I fell forward, `someone must have bumped in to me`, and a hand was extended to help me up. I looked up and saw that it was none other than Ronald Weasley, The "Golden" boys side kick. "I'm Sorry, didn't see you" he said with a smile. I took his hand and was at my feet in no time again.
"Since you're so small, you must be a first year right?" Ronald Weasley must have been blind, since he couldn't see that I was wearing my house colours, which NONE of the first years were since they didn't know what houses they were placed in. And suddenly it hit me that he had thought I was a first year. All my insecurity, that had been forgotten during the summer, was shot straight to my brain. Of course I got really pissed off and hurt, so I did the only thing I was good at, I kicked him in the knee. As I was walking away I could hear him swear those ridiculous wizard swears, God I hated those. But I didn't care, I just continued walking, feeling how the tears were coming.
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Hermione and Harry walked up to Ron where he was standing at the platform. He was rubbing his leg, swearing AND crying all at the same time. "What did Malfoy do this time?" they said, not surprised something like this would happen even if the school hadn't started. Ron stopped rubbing and looked up at his two best friends. "Bloody fucking Malfoy didn't do shit, it was a first year girl whom I was being kind to!" he said through clenched teeth. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, what. Did. You. Do?" He looked at Hermione `Of course she thinks I did something` "I didn't do anything! I accidentally bumped in to her, then I was being a gentleman and helped her up and apologized. And suddenly she kicked me!" His two best friends frowned and looked at each other, then turned to look at him again. "Did you say anything offensive to her?" Harry asked. Ron replayed the scene in his head again, and then shook his head. "Nothing I can think off, no" The three of them looked at each other confused, then Hermione suddenly remembered the time. "We can't stand here all day! We're going to be late if don't move"
"So what did she look like?" Hermione asked as they approached the school. After talking about quidditch with Harry and listening to Luna's bizarreness it felt weird to him that she would ask that so suddenly. Everyone turned to Ron "Who?" He could feel how is cheeks were getting redder ´Damn you Hermione, you're such a sadist!` He turned his eyes to Hermione, and yes, she had a wicked smile stuck on her face. "n-n-no one" he managed to stutter. "A girl, he thinks she's a first year, kicked him in the knee" Harry said bored. He really wasn't into their stupid little games, they bored him to no end.
Ron gave him a glare, which could have been translated as traitor, then looked at his curious friends. He decided it wasn't really a big deal and told them. "Well, she was very short, about 4 foot 10 (about 1,47 cm) and asian. And when she talked she had an accent, I don't think she has lived in England her whole life, but it didn't sound like she was from asia either."
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I sat at the Hufflepuff table, my friends were a bit away from me, even Sophia. They weren't happy that I had ditched them at the train. "It's this kind of behaviour we wanted you to stop with" Sophia had told me. `Well you wanted me to leave you alone..` I looked around me, and started feeling depressed again. All the girls in my year had developed during the summer. They were taller, slimmer and had curves. And I was stuck in my childlike body, only a pedophile would like me. Or maybe a first or second year `But then I would feel like a pedophile`.
I banged my head in the table, which resulted in people giving me weird stares and snickering. `Oh, How I love school`. I felt someone looking at me so I turned around and my eyes connected with Draco Malfoy's, I gave him a small smile and a quick nod, to say hello without anyone noticing. He looked around quickly, and did the same. Why would I smile and nod to the prince of darkness, or whatever it is they call him? And why would he do the same to me? Complicated is all I can say.
The thing with Draco is that no one understood him, when they looked at him they thought: Evil, bastard, rasist and such. But of course he would be all of that since was raised such. I didn't hate him or his father, since he had been raised the same way. Since my mother was a psychologist I had it easy to analyse people, and I couldn't really hate anyone without knowing everything about him or her. But the thing between Draco and me was complicated.
I was awaken from my thoughts when the sorting of the first year students began.
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As the trio walked in to the Ron spotted the girl who had kicked him. "There she is!" he said to his two friends and pointed towards her. When Hermione saw who he meant she had to restrain herself from laughing at him and hit him in the head. "That girl, if you didn't notice it, can't be a first year since she is already sitting by the Hufflepuff table and the sorting hasn't started yet. Seconds, she's the same year as us." Ron and Harry looked at her shocked, they couldn't believe she was the same age as them. He replayed the scene once again in his head. "I.. I told her she must be a first year since she's so short.." Hermione gave him a look of horror "Ron, you're such an idiot! Of course she would do something like that, I would if that had been me." At that moment Ron wanted to disappear, this was not a good way to start the new school year. The tree of them sat down, and the sorting began.
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