Hello and welcome to probably the one fanfiction i'm actually proud of!
thank you for clicking on this fic and i hope i don't dissapoint you with my shitty writing!
if you see any familiar writing its because some of it comes from the harry potter books themselves
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Good Morning Sunshine, all i own are the OC's
Chapter 1
Introducing The Freaks You'll Be Reading About By Clicking On This Fanfic
(A/N POV)
"BANZAI!" Screamed a small, pale girl as she leapt onto her sleeping
friend.
"WHAT THE HELL RIRI?!" her friend screamed back. The small girl
shrugged and grinned at her.
"It's time to wake up and greet the day with a big smile and a string
of cuss words!" She said as she finished brushing through her soft,
pitch black hair. The sleeping girl smiled at her, which instantly
turned into a scowl as she face planted back onto her pillow.
"No."
"Fine, you made me do this!" The hyperactive girl said. She skipped
over to her side of their room at the leaky cauldron and played a song
on full blast.
'Good morning sunshine, I hope that you're well! Honey I missed you,
last night when I fell. You should now sunshine you brighten my day!
The world gets so dark, love, when you go away!'
She had put on the song Good morning Sunshine by Alex Day, one of the
friend's favourite muggle YouTubers. The sleepy one, Marina, groaned in
annoyance and pulled the pillow out from under her head and over her
face to try to cover her ears. It was working until the active one,
Arianna, started to join in at the chorus.
"If the darkness came tomorrow, could I keep you in my mind? When you
rise I'll gladly follow! Just want the chance to stand in your
light!" Marina threw the pillow she had at her not-really-sister-but-
close-enough-to-be sister. Arianna smirked. "IT LIVES!"
"Just shut up and hand me my hairbrush."
The unofficial sisters eventually made their way downstairs and
started on breakfast. They had been staying at The Leaky Cauldron for
a week, and still had another week to go. You see, these two weren't
normal girls (obviously) but they were special, in the non-mentally
challenged way. They were in fact, witches, and would be starting their
first year of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry in only a
week. They had no caretakers because they had flown all the way to
London from Hiroshima, Japan, just to go to Hogwarts. No one had
accompanied them because honestly, they lived in an orphanage. They
wouldn't admit it though, it's just not something to be proud of, and
someone might make fun of them for it.
Now I know I know, what are the odds of two witches meeting in an
orphanage and going to school together? Well, you'll know eventually
because I'm an author and I can torture you like that.
Marina had brilliant, purple eyes with silver flecks in them, and
wavy black hair that went up to her shoulder blades, and she kept in a
fringe, with bangs framing her face.
Arianna on the other hand, had black eyes and black hair, which was the
same length as Marinas, and she kept hers in a side fringe (what
people call the emo fringe cut) and usually had the rest of her hair
up in a bun, with just her fringe and one bang framing her face. Both
girls were pale and around the same height, although Marina would
always say she was a centimetre taller.
"So," Arianna started, "whadda you want to do today?" she asked Marina. The girl shrugged and looked at her through her fringe.
"We're leaving in a week, we might as well get our Hogwarts stuff from Diagon Alley." She said. Arianna grinned.
"I knew there was a reason I kept you around." Marina scoffed at threw her spoon at the girls head.
"Prat."
"Git."
"Idiot."
"Bitch."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The girls walked down the street in awe, staring at all of the odd shops. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments the two had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon, broomsticks and then finally the one they were searching for.
They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a rather stern looking goblin. The goblin was about a head shorter than Arianna. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Marina noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
'Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.'
"I'd like to see someone try and rob this place." Arianna said with a smirk on her face. Marina nodded mutely and they continued in.
A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses.
There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Arianna and Marina made for the counter.
"Good morning Sir," said Marina to a free goblin. "We've come to take some money out of my safe."
"Name?" He asked, not looking up from what he was doing.
"Marina Lestrange, Sir." She replied. He looked up in surprise immediately.
"Lestrange? I see..." He looked at the girls suspiciously. "Do you have your key, Miss Lestrange?"
Marina nodded and produced a tiny golden key out of the pocket of her black jeans. The goblin looked at it closely.
"That seems to be in order," he said, handing it back to Marina, "I will have someone take you down to your vault. Griphook!"
Griphook was yet another goblin. Once Marina had slipped the key back into her pocket, she and Arianna followed Griphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall.
"This is so weird," Arianna whispered to Marina, "have you been slipping something into my food?" Marina rolled her eyes.
"So this is weird but singing and dancing to The Duck Song is perfectly normal?"
"Yes!"
Griphook held the door open for them. Arianna, who had expected more marble, was surprised. They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed in and were off.
At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Arianna tried to remember the way, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.
Arianna's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but she kept them wide open. Once, she thought she saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but too late - - they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.
When they finally arrived, Arianna glanced at the vault number- 394. The goblin opened the door Arianna gasped. Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver and heaps upon heaps of bronze. She had never seen so much money in her life! Marina obviously had, because she just rolled her eyes at the girl, grabbed a few handfuls of each kind of coin and motion for the goblin to shut the vault door again.
"So," Arianna started to ask as they left the building, "where to next?" Marina shrugged.
"I'll check the list." Marina took the list of school supplies that came with the letter out of her other pocket.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
Wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
Glass or crystal phials
Telescope set
Brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
The girls looked at each other when the subject of pets came up; none of the options sounded right for them. Marina stared at it with a deadpanned expression for a few moment before saying, "Yeah-no. I want a snake." Arianna shrugged.
"I wonder if they have dragons, I want a dragon."
"They won't have dragons, Riri."
"How do you know?"
"Because I don't see any children kicking and screaming 'BUT I WANTED THE DRAGON MOMMY!' and having their mothers buy them ice cream."
"...No shits, do I give."
Marina rolled her eyes at the stubborn girl and dragged her into the nearest shop, which turned out to be Flourish and Blotts book shop, where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. The girls were particularly drawn to a book called Curses and Countercurses by Professor Vindictus Viridian. Arianna was reaching for it when a hand met hers on the cover. She pulled back and looked up at who the hand belonged to.
It belonged to a girl with big, bushy, brown hair, blue eyes, freckles and bucked teeth. She looked about their age. "I'm terribly sorry! Here, you have it." She said, handing Arianna the book.
She smiled at her and put her hands up. "No, you have it, I was just looking." The girl smiled back and put the book with her pile of others she was buying.
"Thank you. I'm Hermione by the way, Hermione Granger." Hermione extended her hand. Arianna smile and shook it.
"Arianna and that git over there's Marina Lestrange." Arianna said, pointing in the direction Marina was twitching, reading about some poser called Gilderoy Lockhart and his 'Wonderings with Werewolves'. Hermione waved and she waved back before gagging as she read on.
"Are you two going into Hogwarts this year too?" Hermione asked. Arianna nodded. "Well it was wonderful to meet you, but I'm afraid my parents are waiting for me. See you at school?"
Arianna smiled at the pleasant girl. "See you there." She said. Marina had to be dragged away from the bookshop so she would stop reading all of the Lockhart books after she looked particularly sick reading another of his about vampires or something, Arianna didn't look at the cover twice, as there was a moving picture of the author.
The friends then went around to a few of the other shops and got their potions and astronomy equipment as well as their robes. Then they came to Magical Menagerie, which was dark and full of rustling and flickering, there was a large array of any type of animal a person could think of. The two grinned at each other and ran in, only to come out 20 minutes later with two new friends, Sasu-chan the snake and Midnight the kitten. Marina petted her snake as he slithered around her hand. It was only a baby, the length of her middle finger, where it stayed, looking like a snake ring, and was black with a slight blue tinge in colour. Midnight belonged to Arianna, and was also a black-blue in colour, earning her the name Midnight and she was a two week old kitten.
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair. Arianna felt strangely as though she had entered a very strict library; she looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. The very dust and silence in there seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Arianna jumped. Marina must have jumped, too, because there was a loud banging noise and a shout of "OW!" as she fell off the spindly chair she was sitting on.
An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," said Arianna awkwardly.
"Good day my dears, looking for your first wand?" The girls nodded. "Hogwarts students I suppose?" they nodded again and he smiled. "Excellent, now who do we have here?" he asked.
"I'm Marina Lestrange and this is Arianna." Marina said politely.
"Lestrange eh? Daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange?" Marina nodded reluctantly. "I see. I still remember when your mother was in here buying her wand, 12¾" walnut, with a dragon heartstring core." He smiled fondly at her before continuing, "Now, who would like to go first?"
Arianna's hand shot straight up into the air. "I DO I DO I DO!" Ollivander chuckled and pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Ariana.
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured her from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round her head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Miss. Arianna and Miss. Lestrange. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Arianna suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between her nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor.
"Right then, Miss. Arianna. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Arianna took the wand and waved it around stupidly, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of her hand almost at once.
"Oak and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try -"
She tried - but she had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
"No, no -here, pear wood and dragon heartstring, 12 ¾ inches, surprisingly swishy. Go on, go on, try it out."
She felt sudden warmth in her fingers. She raised the wand above her head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red, green, yellow and blue confetti shot from the end like a firework, littering the old, worn out carpet with coloured paper. Marina smiled and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! I thought that would be the one!"
Arianna smiled proudly at her new wand as she traded places with Marina. She got the same treatment and found her wand nearly straight away.
"Here you go, try this one. Ebony and dragon heartstring, 12 ¾ inches, surprisingly swishy." As soon as the wand touched her hand she felt the same warmth Arianna had, and green and silver ribbons glided out of the wand in twirls, floating elegantly to the ground. Mr. Ollivander's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Almost the exact same as Miss. Arianna's wand. Very curious..."
"What's curious Sir?" Arianna and Marina asked at the same time. Mr. Ollivander smiled at them.
"It's curious that two friends would get almost the exact same wand, you must be very close." The girls smiled at each other.
They spent the rest of the day walking around and looking at the shops, before heading back to their hotel. Arianna flopped lazily onto her bed like a fish, and let out a loud groan of fatigue. Marina rolled her eyes at her as she walked past and sat on her bed like a normal person.
"You wouldn't be so tired if you hadn't run in and out of practically every shop we went in." said Marina, pulling out and folding her robes.
"Shut up, I was excited!" Arianna argued back. She finally found enough strength to grab one of the many shopping bags and pull out How to Make Things Go Boom With Magic-For Dummies, and start reading it. Marina smirked.
"I noticed." She said. "Imagine what you're going to be like when it's time to go to Hogwarts."
Well, there it is! I know it's short and I'm really sorry about that but the next chapter will be bigger!
the next chapter may take a while for me to write so please just stay with me!
xoxoxo
Ninja
