To fly without wings.
I made this for all the JamesII/OC fans out there, me also. Anyone with a Sirius/OC story that is good and less them thirty chapters and more then fifteen chapters, tell me and I'll read and review.
Disclaimers: I do not own HP. i do own all the ones you don't know, like my star, Anna Parker.
It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
J. K. Rowling
My name is Kimi,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong
I can't speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
He's already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is Kimi,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
Now i roam the underworld,
to help those in need.
I may seem evil,
but i'm not.
And if you read this
and don't pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are effected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree. The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy .So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality they are amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree
Girl:Do I ever cross your mind?
Boy: No
Girl: Do you like me?
Boy: No
Girl: Do you want me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you live for me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Boy: No
Girl: Choose--me or your life
Boy: My life
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.
Without farther ado, here is my story, in which I have made around nine chapters, but I will only post them if you at least review. Sorry if I seem sad, but I just lost my dog, my forever friend, Hersheys, my dad is on a trip out of state, and my mom's back is having problems, so she can't help at all with the house, and I have seven brothers and sisters, all younger them me, and my birthday's in a few days and no one seems to remember, me also, has I just looked on my calender, and I'm seeming things around the house, ghost or something, and I'm not crazy. If you could, at least make my day and review. I'm going crazy here!
Sorry, that was ado. But I had to tell someone! Here's my story.
To Fly Without Wings. By me, Nickole.
Chapter One; Tigers, Socks and Fake Ego's.
"You never know what might chase after you if you run."
Anns Parker's a mudblood, living in the dark all her life. Really. Anna was hated in and by her family, if that's what they are called, has Anna had never truly known, no friends at Hogwarts, and was blind, living for survival in her own home, at Hogwarts, and anywhere she went. But then when one boy of 17, her age, steps out from the crowd to help her. Is it all a trick, and can Anna live like this much longer?
I was sitting on the window plant of my window in my room, if that's what you call it. I lived in the attic, a dark, almost frightful room, shadows dancing the walls, and only a few candles for light ( not that it helped, has I have never seen light before anyway, and therefore, the candles were only things my mum used to taunt me with, tease me into tears ), and dust and no-one-knows-what else, littering the floors and my 'bed', ( a blanket on the floor and a few piece of straw for a pillow ) for three weeks a year, and any other time I was home from Hogwarts. Had been all my life, sense I was six, I've lived here. That was when I started getting my 'magic'. To me, they're all just what ruined my life. I used to be loved, loved by my mother, my father. They used to hold me close, comforting me, telling me I'm beautiful and safe and always will be. But they lied. I guess if they really loved me, though, they wouldn't have.
I was slightly leaning out the window, listening to the streets of cars below the night sky. It would be easy to jump, and mum and dad wouldn't care or even notice, I'd bet. But I don't bet, and I won't. I still have hope. Hope that has kept me going. Hope. Hope of a better life. A new one. Beautiful hope, the only thing I have ever been able to see. I'm blind, have been sense birth. Always will be, no magic can cure that.
What's the use of all this magic if it can't help with what really matters?
I had my hand cupped in my chin, dreaming of what I could have been. A young girl, beautiful, wonderful, loved, liked, all of that, instead of bruised, mistreated, hated, starved, among more.
"Parker! Get down here NOW!" The ear spitting scream from below broke my train of thought, and I hastily jumped from the window plant and opened my trap door to the hallway below, climbed down the ladder, which barely had any pegs for my feet now. One broke under my barely-normal ( in other words, extremely under-weight ) weight the moment I stepped down on it. I grimaced. After I graduated from Hogwarts I would have to come back here. I have no money, and I owe the Mistress, has I'm forced to call her now, so I'll have to beg in the streets for another five years before I'm relived of the women I used to call mum's care.
"Parker!" My 'mum' called again. She no longer thought of me has her daughter, only a slave of sorts. I believe she has forgot my name, also, after years of never using it. It was a wonder I still knew it. If not for Hogwarts, I probably wouldn't.
I slid the rest of the way down my ladder, catching a splinter on my bare foot. I picked it out has I ran though the hallway, my bare feet padding on the wood surface that covered most of the large and extremely old and slightly dangerous house ( me given the attic at six years old because it was the most un-stable of the house ) to be in because of the rotting wood and heavily dusted rooms, some room more then others, so that the dust was up to the ankles of all who stepped in. Mostly me.
I continued to run, going though two more doors in the four-story house, then stopping at the last one, the one leading into the kitchen. It was just the same has any other door in the house, I guessed, because it felt like all the other doors. Ruff and dirty. It was a wonder I could find my way around, and, indeed, I did get lost a lot in the huge house. At those times I wondered for hours, though door ways, secret passages made by generation's and generation's of Parker's, scared out of my wits of what mum will do to me when and if she finds me. Being blind has a disability in a house such has this one. Heck, in any house.
I turned the knob of the door, knowing only partly of what she wanted. "Took you long enough, you filthy pile of dust! Now get over here!" She shrieked. I had only her voice's lost trail to find her, and ended up bumping into the counter beside her. Mum grabbed my dirty ( like the rest of my body, ) brown hair ( she once told me it was brown when I was four, but it could be anything now ), which was wild and un-combed, falling to my knees for lack of care in nine years. I was indeed fifteenth, if you are wondering. I screamed at her yank has she pulled me toward her. "Shut up, you abnormal!" I flinched at her words. They were an insult to me, and always seemed to will be. "Yes, Mistress." I said, my voice high, tears of pain in my eyes. "I said shut up!" Mum said, yanking again. I bite back a scream.
"Now, do you know why you are here?" She asked in a would-be sweet voice. I shook my head. Mum yanked once more. "Do not lie!" She screeched in my ear. I was surprised to find that after years of this treatment I still had hearing left in one ear, no less two. "Because I'm scum!" I said. "Yes, Parker. Because you are scum. Now, I want you to get you're cloths packed for this 'school' you go to, and fast. Someone by the name of Liner just came to get you, saying he'd like to take you instead of me to the train what-ever. I'm lucky not to have to see you're ugliness for another few months!" She crackled. "Yes, Mistress. I will do so, Mistress." I said, praying for her to let me go before I faint. "Now go!" Mum said, kicking my knees from behind so that they gave out and I fell to the ground, my knees bleeding from hitting the rotting wood with such a force. "GO!" Mum shrieked. I did so, fast has I could, bumping into the door, hearing something crack in my arm, and crying out in the pain of my now-broken arm. "GO!" Mum said again, kicking my side has I sat, clutching my arm. I got up and ran ( limped ) the rest of the way to my room.
My only cloths were the one I was wearing, a shadow of a dress, gray and faded, even the gray faded, and dirty, patches all over, rips and bare parts from other beatings, and only knee high. It was sleeveless and cold in the bitter winter nights, when heat was something I didn't have in my attic, and only a torn blanket for cover. I hated it. I hated dresses. Mum knew. It barely fit, and only did because of being under-weight. I only ate once every few days, when Mum wanted to feed me, and dad forgot I ever existed. My other cloths were old robes I had bought from Hogsmeade years ago, trading them in for larger every year. My skin was pale, almost white, from being inside for weeks on end.
"Are you Anna Parker?" Came a kind male voice once I stepped ( or, wither limped ) from the house, being outside, feeling the sun's heat on my face, for the first time in weeks. "Y-yes." I stumbled, being the only thing I could say. "Come, now! I was told you were mistreated, but this?" He said, putting his arms around my shoulders to help me to the car. I flinched at his touch. "It's fine." I said. "I can get in a car on my own, thank you. Who are you? What do you want?" I asked. "David Liner, miss Parker! Call me Liner, okay? Here to take you to Kings Cross." He answered. "David? Is that Anna?" Came another kind and motherly voice has I entered the small car. Or it felt small, has it was low and easy to get in. "Yep. Poor girl." Liner said, sitting down in the front seat and starting the car. "This is my lovely and wonderful wife, Sissy Liner, has we call her." Liner said. Sissy Liner, ignoring Liner's remarks about her, looked back from the passenger seat to look at my bruised ( and I can only think ), ugly figure. "Poor gal. You'll be okay, deary. The kids are already at Kings Cross." Sissy said, answering my question has to why more were not in the car also. "Okay, then! Off we go!"
At the station, Liner carried my bundle of a suit case ( which was really just a blanket, two pairs of ropes inside, has I left my other cloths at Hogwarts in one of the passageway suits of armor. Mum would sell my cloths if she knew I had them ) has we walked into 9/3 quarter's. I heard a train whistle and the sound of it running forward, toward the awaiting crowd. "Well, this is where we leave you!" Liner said merrily, handing me my bundle. "Okay, bye, and thanks." I said. "No, wait a second." I said suddenly. I reached up and touched his face, all over it. "What are you doing?" He asked. "So next we meet I'll know it's you." I said, doing the same to Sissy. "Sure, but trust me, if we meet again, I'll tell you it's me." Liner said. Sissy giggled. "We love you, and have a great time at Hogwarts, okay?" She said, giving me a hug. I pondered what she said. She didn't love me. I only just meet her. And I was diffidently not going to have a good time at Hogwarts.
On the train, I quickly found a compartment and sat down, pulling my bundle of a blanket beside me, my long hair bushing the seat. "Come on, lets sit here." A voice said. "But someones here!" Said another.
Foot steps near me. A ruff hand grabbed my chin so he could see my face. "Nope, only Parker." Said the first. "So in that case, a nobody!" Said another voice, and laughter filled the train. I counted at least five or six voices. One of them shoved me in the same place has my mum had kicked me, on my side, causing me to cry out. But I moved over, toward the corner of the seat, pressing my face against the cold, hard glass, trying to get away from them has far has possible.
"Hey, what going on in here?" Another voice said from the doorway. "Who are you?" He asked, and it sounded like he was talking to me. "Anna Parker." I said quietly, hoping he was addressing me. "Then come on, Anna Parker. You can sit with me." He said, taking my dirty, dusted hand and leading me out, into another empty compartment. "Hey Potter, don't get her used to it!" Yelled one of the boys has we crossed.
"Thanks." I mumbled, sitting down on the seat opposite him. "Don't thank me. Any other student would have helped." He said. I shook my head slowly, biting my lip. "No they wouldn't. Never have, never cared, never will. For four years they haven't, anyway." I shrugged. "Who are you?" I asked. "James Potter, Anna Parker." James Potter said. I reached out and touched his face. He didn't seem to mind that my hands were dirty and dusted. "What are you doing?" James asked, his voice muffled has I touched his lips, then redrew.
Forbidden.
"Remembering you." I said quietly. "Well, I'm flattered, but why?" He said. "I can't see you. I'm blind." I said, shifting in my seat uncomfortably. "I figured that already. And what happened to you?" He asked, looking at me fully now. "Harsh life." I shrugged. "Ouch. You okay?" James asked. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks. But why do you care? Why did you help me?" I asked. "Well, for one thing, I'm human, and for another, you needed help. And those seventh years can be pretty scary." James said. "It's not the bad people in the world that make it frightful or unsafe. It's the good people who can do something and do nothing to help." I said.
At Hogwarts, Anna was transformed. Her hair was brushed, though still bushy, her skin was a normal color, though clean, and James had helped her buy new robes from some of the other students, using his own money has well has what she earned working in the leaky caldron for years. He almost never left her side for a year, and in a matter of two years, the wonderful, talented, beautiful, funny, friendly, on-going, daring, never fearing, athletic, and most importantly, crazy tomboy Anna surfaced once more. She was still teased, hated by all but James, her true friend, but had a mysterious air around her. Anna had refused to cut her hair, but did let James cover her bruises and cuts around her arm and legs and anywhere else they were with covering charms, and helped her with homework and schoolwork, reading to her from her school books, writing down with her what she had to say about a subject for her, and the teachers usually let her and James or Rose or Al or Millie share assignments. Though Al and Rose were kind to her, it was more pity then friendship, like James had with her. Millie was wonderful. They could talk about anything to each other, though Millie understood that Anna liked to keep her life outside of Hogwarts a sort-of secret, so she never knew much about her. Meany of the female Hogwarts-ian's were jealous of her, a petty, poor, lonely, mudblood blind girl, compared to them, rich, pure, beautiful in ways other then her, and had friends surrounding them, always getting what they wanted. But James stuck to her, friend and family in one, and a lot more that Anna couldn't explain. He introduced her to his family and friends, and soon Anna was surrounded by them. This was the life she never knew and always wanted.
"Out of the way, mudblood." Alex Londer, slytherin to me, Anna Parker, a gryffindor, mortal enemy of him, of course, said, pushing the 17-year-old me to the ground. "Very nice of you to ask so politely." I said sarcastically, standing up and brushing my robes.
Boy do I love that boy.
"You are a disgrace to the wizarding world, Parker. You shouldn't even be talking to me!" Alex yelled, and I sensed ( a sixth sense for me, I guess you could call it that, but really it's just the normal 'have you ever felt like someones watching you?' sense we all seem to have ) he was looking me over.
Me!
"Well, you're a disgrace to the fashion world, so we're even." I said, even if I couldn't see him, I know what his kind wear.
Snot. I wonder how meany foal unicorns died to make that silk robe.
My kind, you may ask? Well, I'm the only blind in Hogwarts, so I guess I'm one of a kind, but I usually just wear my T-shirt that's to big for me, like a women size. Okay, so I'm a women, so a women size five times bigger then me, and my jeans, along with my lucky woolen purple socks.
What? They're comfortable, and its not like anyone sees them anyway!
Oh, and only when I go outside or to classes do I wear my shoes. And my school uniform at classes, 'course. All other times, such has lunch and free periods, I only wear my bare feet and normal cloths. Its better to know where you are if you can feel the ground. Carpet? Wood surface? Even better, lunch? Okay, so I eat a lot. But I'm not fat, mind!
"Yeah right, Parker. Like someone like you would care what you wore. Learn some respect for those who are more worthy then you, mudblood. If the ministry had a choice between saving me or you from a hostage and possible death trap, they'd chose me, has I can do something in this world, and I'm not just a random blind, poor, worthless girl living only to beg for food and cloths!" Alex said.
That's it, you snot!
Of course I didn't say this out loud. I know when to hold my tongue, unlike him, but most of the prefects were pure bloods, so I have to be careful. Plus they hate me. That adds up to getting a lot of points lost to gryffindor, one reason of the meany that all the gryffindor's hated me.
But I know something that'll work better then insulting him.....Hehehe! Great, now I'm laughing in my mind. Charming, Anna. Charming.
I got up and was an inch from his face. "You know what, Lexi ( I called him the name he hated, a girl nickname for Alexis ) ?" I asked, stepping closer has he backed. Anyone who had ever messed with the new Anna Parker knew not to let me too close to you're nose when you're teasing me, or you might end up with it gushing out blood. No, scratch that. You will get a bloody nose if you let me to close when you're teasing me.
"Go buy some new robes." I said. Alex looked at me confusingly. Sixth sense again. "Because a mudblood just spat on them."
And with that I, Anna Parker, sucked my tongue, gave a fake sound of being about to spit, and Alex stumbled up from the ground ran the other way, down the bridge that we were on that crossed the transfiguration class and Defense Against the Dark Arts, or DADA, the class I was suppose to be going to. I spat on the ground beside where he was a second ago and watched his retreating back – if the blind could do that. "Sucker!" I called, laughing, not knowing who was right behind me.
Darn sixth sense goes out to lunch when I need it most. And didn't invite me! How rude!
When I turned to go to class, has where I was headed before all this happened, I, jolly good, bumped into someone else. "Um, who is this?" I asked, touching his face. Unfamiliar. And unfamiliar is just another word for unknown. Unknown another word for not the usual seen, and that's just more words then needed to say 'Abnormal'. I hate that word. But who was he? Most likely, a foe.
"Oi! Stop touching my face, Parker!" Said a booming, young voice of someone my age, I guessed, when I touched the top of his head to see his height. Way taller then me, that's for sure.
Darn it. Why do they all have to be so darn tall? Oh well. Makes them easier to spot. Oh wait, I can't see! Lovely.
"Sorry. It's how I see things. Who are you?" I asked. "I thought everyone would know me!" He said proudly. "Well, not everyone, you duff. Now who are you? I don't know you're face, and I really can't read to well, after all, so if you have a picture in a one-knut magazine somewhere, I wouldn't know-." I started, but he cut me off.
How nice.
"You can't read? Then what the heck are you doing in a school? Wrong place to be. And what do you mean you have to touch to see? Who are you?" He asked. "I asked you that first. And I would have thought you'd catch on by now." When he only continued to stare at me, I sighed, annoyed. "I'm blind." I said has though it was the most known thing in the world.
It should have been, if he wasn't a duff's excuse for a tiger's excuse for a pile of dirty lucky woolen socks. Wait, what does tigers and lucky socks have to do with this? This him, no less? I bet he doesn't even have lucky socks!
It no longer discomforted me to tell others of my disability. The reaction was always the same. Pity.
"Oh, and if I was learning to read, a school would be the ideal place, so no, it's not the wrong place." The guy didn't seem to hear my remarks.
What a good waste of my perfect, sarcastic babbling! Now I can't even use it on his again! Duff. I like that word. Duff. Duff. Duff. Duff. Duff. Duff. I could say it forever. Duff. Duff. Duff. Duff.....
"Oh. Sorry about you're, you know, weakness. And I'm Donny Lockhart, cousin of the great Gilderoy Lockhart himself, from my mother's side. And I am just has great has him!" He said proudly, talking has if I was a duff myself.
Hypocrite. Or hippogriff, would be better suiting. Smelly and wild and mean.
"And you're also full of it, so please move out my way before I'm late for class. And being blind is not a weakness. Okay? Bye bye." I said in a would-be sweet tone. I was also used to people calling me names by now because of my blindness, not that it mattered anymore. But sometimes it still hurt. I tried to go around him but he stepped in front of me.
How rude! hippogriff.
I huffed, putting my hands on my hips. "What now?" I asked, bending my head to the side, long brown hair falling down over my shoulder. Even over my shoulder and neck it reached my mid-lower-leg. I had learned this to make me look more intimidating.
Hey, James Potter is my best friend. What did you expect? A girl? Well, you go me. Deal with it. Wait, can minds even 'deal with it'? Huh. I'll have to think on that tonight.....
"What do you mean I'm full of it?" Donny demanded. "Well, for a start you seemed to have scared everyone away ( which I knew was not true, has it was now class time and they were probably inside the DADA class, like I should be ) another you just ran into me ( even though I knew I ran into him first, but it's still fun making fun of him ) and didn't say sorry. You really ought to work on you're manners, you know, Lockhart. And for another, you seem to have a list of girls you'd like to date in you hands, me being on it also. Take me off!" I yelled, touching the list in his hand and trying to grab it. He held it out of reach. "How did you know what it was?" Donny asked. I rolled my dull ( from never seeing light before ) brown eyes. "Duh, it was start of term two weeks ago, so James was probably selling them by the gallon in the boy's dorm, no classes have started yet this morning, so it's not homework, and not old homework, has all was handed in yesterday, and a guy wouldn't walk around with a letter from his mother or any other person for fear of being caught with it and a teacher reading it aloud, which if it is a list of girls to date, then most – me not included, mind – would be flattered to be called out has the girls in the list of best to date and all that, and I know my names on there because I have the unfortunately to know James Potter, my favorite Potter, has a fact, and how else did you know my name, when you've never been around before?" I asked.
So what if it's my talent to observe? I loved doing it. Showed them all that I'm not a walking zombie just going with the flow and all that rubbish. As for James, if he heard all it, he'd know I was only joking. The next to last part in the conversion was just because I'm crazy and random and I wanted to say it. But I was not a girl who follows guys around all their life waiting for something to happen, all dressed in pink and flowers and all chipper and happy and fake girly voices and all. No, I was not that kind of girl at all.
Those are the kinds of girls who need therapy, even if boys do liked them better. See, there are three basic kinds of girls in the world. Girly girls. Tomboy Girls. And me. I'd say I'm a match with the 'me' one.
Donny was speechless, and I suspected his jaw was open from the increase in breath, and it smelled worse too. I put her finger on his chin to find I was right, and pushed his mouth shut. "If you really want to catch fly's so much, try outside. And bring a breath mint, for their sakes and ours." I said, waving my hand in front of my face, face wrinkled, has though waving off a bad smell. Donny was still quiet, but I knew he was there.
Still smells. Like a mule. No, make that a hundred mules. In a dragon stall. Filled with skunks. And burritos. Mmm..... Burritos..... No, stay on track here, Anna!
"Whats the matter? Didn't think someone like me could do all that? Well, for me it's a way to pass the time, sense movies aren't much help, books aren't my favorite pass time, and I really can't fly. And gut is more fun." I said.
I could fly broom, though. James and piratically everyone ever known for anything other then family fame – such has Albus and Rose and Hugo and the others – were great flyer's on broom. Even Rose was good at it, being a beater on the gryffindor team and all, and James a chaser. I wished I could fly, without a broom. Maybe with wings, the wings Sissy – who was like my mum now – always said I had, but never found just yet. That it only harder to find my wings because I didn't have the eyes to look for them and find them yet. That's what she said.
And 'Gut' was what they called my observation. What I called it also. I have no idea why.
Catchy, I guess.
"Yep. You seem to take it well, too." I said my thoughts aloud, waving her hand in front of who I hoped – and it was – was Donny's face. He shook his head, seeming to snap out of his 'trance'. "You could have just told me you were blind and about you're-you're-you're whats-a-called, instead of making me make a fool of myself!" He said angrily, noticing how very much I had humiliated him, making the other girls, who were giggling in a corner, laugh at him. "I could have.... but I didn't. You made a fool of you'reself, not me. And it was much more fun not telling you anyways! Heaven knows I needed a laugh! You know, now that I've been here so long, its so hard to find someone who doesn't know." I said thoughtfully. "No one talks like that to me!" Donny yelled. I, Anna Parker, felt him stand up taller and inhale to make his chest stick out.
Heart warmer, that one. Oh yes, a hallmark moment right there. Hallmark for a hippogriff, that is.
"Wow. Very manly, Lockhart. Very manly. You know, you do take after you're uncle." I said. Rose stared over at me, that sixth sense coming on again, confessed. She had been helping a first year with some homework across the hall, and had yet to find out how my mind worked, I think.
Very well, thank you very much. Thanks for what, though? Oh! Got to stop talking to myself! But wait, I'm not even talking! Ha! Take that, common sense! Oy, I'm an idiot.
I slapped my hand to my forehead. Donny looked at me confusingly, then finally spoke. "Well thank you." He said. "Oh, you're very welcome. You know, there isn't a difference in you two at all!" I said. Rose seemed to just catch on.
Took her long enough.
"None at all. Nope, just like Anns said. None at all." Rose said. "And you do know he's a retarded old fool of a fraud living in a crazy cell with no memory at all of the crimes he did and lied about and nearly helped to kill my friend's mum and aunt, right?" I asked, all very fast.
Okay, breath. Need oxygen! Okay, better.
I took one deep, large inhale. Donny huffed. "How dare you? My uncle was a great man! And I hope to be just like him when I leave Hogwarts, you scum!" He yelled in my face, spitting saliva all over my slightly freckle-less face. In other words, it was pretty freckled. I wiped my face with my sleeve. I was wearing my school uniform, so it was long-sleeved, not nearly sleeveless like my lucky-T-shirt. So what if I had lucky shirt, shoes, jeans, necklace ( that was really only a piece of yarn tied around my neck ), rock, broken window glass ( don't ask. You don't what to know, trust me. I don't want to know! ) , paper, quill, and among others, and my favorite, my lucky socks.
So much for my lucky uniform. I'll have to throw it out. And it was my favorite one! Grrrrrr......
I heard Rose in the back ground. "Oh no." She said worriedly, knowing what I, Anna Parker, could do if I got angry.
Something I'm very proud of, has a fact.
"If you turn out to be just like him, then I fear for the world. And I would even fear for you, if the time
came. I'd hate to see a fake ego go to waste." At this, Donny lifted his fist, known to me because I was still slightly touching the hand he just raised, ready to punch me.
Oh joy. No, wait, not joy! Better get Mcgonagall!
"You wouldn't hit a blind girl, would you?" I yelled, louder then necessary. This got Mcgonagall's attention. "What is going on here?" I was still smirking has professor Mcgonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts, came strolling up next to us, her heels making a clanging sound as she did. "Mister Lockhart! What are you doing? That's a detention tonight, if you will. And no more trouble!" Mcgonagall turned and left, muttering under her breath something about 'First day of school, too'. Donny let his fist fall down to his side, still heaving in anger. "You-You knew! You kn-knew she'd come!" He said once Mcgonagall was out of ear shot, shaking in anger. "I had a hunch." I shrugged, still smirking so that my mouth now hurt from doing this the whole time of this pleasant conversion, then turning on my heels to leave.
My work here is done. Better luck tomorrow, when I'm wearing my lucky hair band and five lucky rings.
Donny grasped my shoulder. "Be careful, Parker. You never know what might chase after you if you run." He whispered in my ear. I, Anna Parker, involuntary shuddered. "Is this a threat?" I asked, trying to sound strong, but my voice was really small compared to his big, booming one. "Why, no, dear Parker. A death threat." He said quietly, so no one but Rose and I could hear. "Come on, Anns, lets go." Rose said, putting down the paper and walking over to leader her away toward DADA class, even though I knew Hogwarts by heart.
She's just afraid of a good fight, is all.
"Anna, you need to me careful around Lockhart. He's evil. It's like he's planning world dominance or something. Creepy dude, that one." Millie Anderson, one of my sort of friends ( okay, so we were like best friends, has she ate lunch with me every time she could, and helped me out a lot, an I helped her out when I could ), said has Rose told her the whole story after DADA in the commonroom in free period. "Lucky he's in hufflepuff and not slytherin or ravenclaw, or we'd be in trouble." She added. "Oh, so we gryffindor's aren't smarty, are we?" Al joked. "Yeah! Take that back, you betrayer of house!" I yelled, holding up an invisible sword and holding it to her throat.
Okay, so it wasn't really there, but the affect was nice.
I was in the gryffindor commonroom with the Potter's and the Weasley's, and also one Anderson. "You know what I mean, Al!" Millie said. "And I mean it, Anna. Stay away from him. If he want's something, you won't see it coming -" She had said as she pushed the tip of the imaginary sword away, saying the wrong thing.
How dare she?
"Why? Because I'm blind? So what? I like to be disabled! Helps a heck of a lot in the lines at the super market, anyway!" I yelled. "Calm down, batty ( only Rose and Millie called me that, but I kind'a wish the whole school would also. Sounds kind'a cool. Or at least better then 'Parker' or 'Anna'. Anns was okay, though ). Millie only meant that no one could see it coming. Do you know what his uncle did in Uncle Harry's second year? Pretty much helped Voldemort nearly kill Aunt Ginny!" Al – being Ginny's son and all – shivered at Rose's words, as he should. Even I did too. "Yeah, sorry Millie. He creeps me out too." I apologized.
"Hey, whats up?" Everyone in the group turned around to see who the voice was, everyone but me, in which case it wouldn't do any good anyhow. I knew those steps. The weight of them, the spacing between them, the sound of them. James. Wonderful, girlcrazy, crazy in short, James Potter. "And why are you so white, dinky. Seen a ghost? Sorry to tell you this, but Hogwarts's is full of them." James said, using the name 'dinky', a name he gave me to annoy me, and worked, and using the term 'seen' to attempt to make me laugh, or grin, or do something to bring me up from my bad mood, and this also slightly worked.. "I know someone else that's full of it." I muttered under my breath. "Lockhart just practically gave batty a death threat." Rose explained. "What? He beat me to it?" James joked. "James, this is serious. This time, he meant it." Al said. "No, my middle name is Sirius. And he meant it just like all the others who said that to dinky meant it too, I can bet you." James scoffed, and I heard him starting toward the stairs to the boys dorm. "James, you didn't hear him! He made batty shudder. Who has ever done that before?" Rose said.
One moment I'm a gryffindor, the next a bloody coward like a slytherin.
"Thanks for that, Rose. And I didn't shudder." I said defensively. "Sounds to me like our little dinky has a crush on him, is all." James laughed, starting up the stairs now. I could here his shoes one the wooden stair after wooden stair. "Just leave it be. He wouldn't care anyway." I, Anna Parker, said. James was in the dorms now, just in still inside ear shot. "And don't you ever forget it, dinky!" He yelled down, then the door shut and I could imagine him, James, my best friend along with Al and Rose, jokster of the group, finding the weirdest ways to comfort me, and his ways always working, okay, so sometimes they worked, laying down and sleeping soundlessly, something that sounded very welcoming to me at the moment. But I knew I couldn't sleep. Not now. There was to much to think about. "Nighty-night, dinky!" James called. "Nighty-night, bug-head!" I called up after him.
He didn't really have a bug head, if you were wondering. Or did he?
I'll have to think on that tonight.....
