Disclaimer, etc.
I would just like to say a . . . few things before you read this fiction. Everyone in this story basically belongs to J.K. Rowling, even though I wouldn't mind owning Draco, but he belongs to her.
Alice Betrayal is my original character, along with her family, based off of an AOL RP that's been held for quiet some time now, and this fiction is just to basically keep me, the writer, interested in her. There's not much briefing on her past, but if you want some, here it is:
- Alice was born in the year of the Dark Lord's fall (the year Harry was born.)
- The Betrayal family was the seventh after the Malfoy family to return from the "Dark side," claiming to have been bewitched.
- If you don't understand my summary, yes, Alice is a Fifth-Year Slytherin.
- And, Alice is a bit deceitful. She appears nice, but, oh . . just you wait. ;D
Okay, so that's only a few facts. You'll learn more as we get deeper into the story, seeing all I have right now is a few chapters. I'll try to update as much as possible, although I think that might be rather hard, seeing I'm trying to write something else . . . Hope you like it, if you're still interested.
Chapter One - Prefect, Shmecet
A sudden weight springing onto her in the middle of her sleep, the girl lept up. A scream rang from her throat as she saw her brother sitting ontop of her with a grin on his face. "Mom! Tell Derek to get out of my room!" She screeched, not liking her brother invading her privacy much.
"Mom! Tell Derek to get out of my room!" Derek cackled, mocking his sister.
"Derek!" She growled, reaching to strangle her brother who sprinted out of her room and downstairs.
A voice called up the stairs for her, "Alice! It's breakfast, and the mail's here; hurry up!"
"Just a minute, Mom . . I'll be right down." Alice climbed from bed with a soft yawn, still in a bit of pain from her brother. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a different shirt she headed down stairs, expecting the same old thing. September first was drawing near, and that meant that the Hogwart's school letters would be ariving anyday. She groaned, as she fell into a seat at the kitchen table next to her brother; it was too soon to go back to school.
"Good morning, bed-head." Alice's mother, Alexis Betrayal couldn't help but giggle at her daughters rather messy blonde hair as she sat down.
"Shut up," was all that Alice could respond with as her Mother pushed eggs and toast onto her plate. "Where's the mail?" she plainly asked, searching around for it. "Did Scissors swoop off with it again, or were you lying to get me out of bed?" Alice glared lightly at her Mother through a few strands of hair covering her face.
"It's right there on the counter- Derek, stop feeding Scissors eggs." Mrs. Betrayal didn't catch Alice's glare, but set one on Derek who stopped right away with a rather innocent look.
"Thank God he's too young to attend Hogwarts yet," said Alice as she got up and shuffled through the mail, looking for a letter from her friends or Hogwarts. "Ah-ha . . I thought so," she sighed softly as she pulled two letters from the pile; one with the squiggly writing of her 'friend' Jamie, the other with the Hogwarts seal on the back. She set the letter from Jamie down, and pulled open the letter to read it to herself.
Derek huffed watching his sister, completely filled with envy. He narrowed his eyes at her as she leaned back against the counter, then returned to eating his breakfast instead of letting it get cold. His fork hitting the plate was the only sound breaking the silence in the kitchen.
"Well, I didn't make Prefect this year," Alice wrinkled her nose lightly, still reading through the letter. She could hear her Mother sigh heavily and mutter something about how upset Alice's father would be. Alice continued, "but I have a chance of making it onto the Quidditch team!" She grinned lightly, pondering on that thought for a moment; that is, until her Father decided to walk in.
"I heard you didn't make Prefect, Alice. I expected a lot better from you."
Alice felt a rather large shadow creep over her, her Father's shadow. Vile Betrayal; rich, powerful, high-expectations. Alice looked up slowly, lightly gripping to the letter a bit tighter. She mustered up her courage to tell a lie, feeling the eyes of both her Mother and Derek upon her. "In becomming a Prefect I would have to tattle on those I care for, and I find tha--"
Vile cut Alice off, "I don't care what you have to do. I want you to make it to Head Girl, and Prefect is the first step to getting there, Alice." He couldn't help but grin as he stared down at his daughter. "No one in this family has ever made it that far, and you have the potential, yet you refuse. I'm ashamed of you, Alice . . Very ashamed."
Alice couldn't help but glare lightly at her Father's back as he left to return to his office in the back of the house. She stuffed her letters back into the envelope and headed back up to her room without a word to the rest of her family. Stomping into her room she shut the door and made sure it was locked before she sat down at her desk to stare at her Fwooper.
"I'm glad you can't say anything about me not making Prefect," she sighed heavily, reaching over to lightly stroke the top of the Fwooper's head with a gentle finger. "I wish Justin was a bit of help, but he's a moron," she giggled softly, already feeling a bit better as her Fwooper cuddled up to her lightly. "Seven years in Hogwarts, and he still knows nothing," Alice withdrew from her Fwooper, and turned to her letter from her 'friend', tosing it into the trash without reading it. "What a pity . . Yet Dad thinks I'm a disgrace?" She laughed lightly as she climbed back into bed to sleep the rest of the day off.
I would just like to say a . . . few things before you read this fiction. Everyone in this story basically belongs to J.K. Rowling, even though I wouldn't mind owning Draco, but he belongs to her.
Alice Betrayal is my original character, along with her family, based off of an AOL RP that's been held for quiet some time now, and this fiction is just to basically keep me, the writer, interested in her. There's not much briefing on her past, but if you want some, here it is:
- Alice was born in the year of the Dark Lord's fall (the year Harry was born.)
- The Betrayal family was the seventh after the Malfoy family to return from the "Dark side," claiming to have been bewitched.
- If you don't understand my summary, yes, Alice is a Fifth-Year Slytherin.
- And, Alice is a bit deceitful. She appears nice, but, oh . . just you wait. ;D
Okay, so that's only a few facts. You'll learn more as we get deeper into the story, seeing all I have right now is a few chapters. I'll try to update as much as possible, although I think that might be rather hard, seeing I'm trying to write something else . . . Hope you like it, if you're still interested.
Chapter One - Prefect, Shmecet
A sudden weight springing onto her in the middle of her sleep, the girl lept up. A scream rang from her throat as she saw her brother sitting ontop of her with a grin on his face. "Mom! Tell Derek to get out of my room!" She screeched, not liking her brother invading her privacy much.
"Mom! Tell Derek to get out of my room!" Derek cackled, mocking his sister.
"Derek!" She growled, reaching to strangle her brother who sprinted out of her room and downstairs.
A voice called up the stairs for her, "Alice! It's breakfast, and the mail's here; hurry up!"
"Just a minute, Mom . . I'll be right down." Alice climbed from bed with a soft yawn, still in a bit of pain from her brother. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a different shirt she headed down stairs, expecting the same old thing. September first was drawing near, and that meant that the Hogwart's school letters would be ariving anyday. She groaned, as she fell into a seat at the kitchen table next to her brother; it was too soon to go back to school.
"Good morning, bed-head." Alice's mother, Alexis Betrayal couldn't help but giggle at her daughters rather messy blonde hair as she sat down.
"Shut up," was all that Alice could respond with as her Mother pushed eggs and toast onto her plate. "Where's the mail?" she plainly asked, searching around for it. "Did Scissors swoop off with it again, or were you lying to get me out of bed?" Alice glared lightly at her Mother through a few strands of hair covering her face.
"It's right there on the counter- Derek, stop feeding Scissors eggs." Mrs. Betrayal didn't catch Alice's glare, but set one on Derek who stopped right away with a rather innocent look.
"Thank God he's too young to attend Hogwarts yet," said Alice as she got up and shuffled through the mail, looking for a letter from her friends or Hogwarts. "Ah-ha . . I thought so," she sighed softly as she pulled two letters from the pile; one with the squiggly writing of her 'friend' Jamie, the other with the Hogwarts seal on the back. She set the letter from Jamie down, and pulled open the letter to read it to herself.
Derek huffed watching his sister, completely filled with envy. He narrowed his eyes at her as she leaned back against the counter, then returned to eating his breakfast instead of letting it get cold. His fork hitting the plate was the only sound breaking the silence in the kitchen.
"Well, I didn't make Prefect this year," Alice wrinkled her nose lightly, still reading through the letter. She could hear her Mother sigh heavily and mutter something about how upset Alice's father would be. Alice continued, "but I have a chance of making it onto the Quidditch team!" She grinned lightly, pondering on that thought for a moment; that is, until her Father decided to walk in.
"I heard you didn't make Prefect, Alice. I expected a lot better from you."
Alice felt a rather large shadow creep over her, her Father's shadow. Vile Betrayal; rich, powerful, high-expectations. Alice looked up slowly, lightly gripping to the letter a bit tighter. She mustered up her courage to tell a lie, feeling the eyes of both her Mother and Derek upon her. "In becomming a Prefect I would have to tattle on those I care for, and I find tha--"
Vile cut Alice off, "I don't care what you have to do. I want you to make it to Head Girl, and Prefect is the first step to getting there, Alice." He couldn't help but grin as he stared down at his daughter. "No one in this family has ever made it that far, and you have the potential, yet you refuse. I'm ashamed of you, Alice . . Very ashamed."
Alice couldn't help but glare lightly at her Father's back as he left to return to his office in the back of the house. She stuffed her letters back into the envelope and headed back up to her room without a word to the rest of her family. Stomping into her room she shut the door and made sure it was locked before she sat down at her desk to stare at her Fwooper.
"I'm glad you can't say anything about me not making Prefect," she sighed heavily, reaching over to lightly stroke the top of the Fwooper's head with a gentle finger. "I wish Justin was a bit of help, but he's a moron," she giggled softly, already feeling a bit better as her Fwooper cuddled up to her lightly. "Seven years in Hogwarts, and he still knows nothing," Alice withdrew from her Fwooper, and turned to her letter from her 'friend', tosing it into the trash without reading it. "What a pity . . Yet Dad thinks I'm a disgrace?" She laughed lightly as she climbed back into bed to sleep the rest of the day off.