Disclaimer: I only own the new characters that I have created and the storyline. Everything else belongs to the amazing J.K Rowling.
Chapter 1: Yet Another Year at Hogwarts
Abby Jones rolled over in her lovely warm bed and yawned. "Mmmm….Quidditch…" she mumbled, still asleep. A moment later the alarm clock went off. Abby quickly reached over and blindly started hitting all the items on her bedside table. "Urghhhhhh…" she muttered, finally opening her eyes. Abby sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking around her room. She spotted the red alarm clock on her bookshelf…..on the other side of her room. Mumbling to herself she got up, and dragged her feet along the floor to the damned object that had rudely awoken her from her slumber. Abby had taken to putting her alarm clock in different places before bed for the last few nights so she absolutely had to get up, she couldn't simply turn the alarm clock off, or throw it across her room as she had done a few times….. That was the good thing about having a dad who was a wizard and a mum who was a witch. No matter how many times she got annoyed and went on a rampage smashing things and throwing objects, her parents could always fix the damage with the flick of a wand!
Abby had always been eager as a child to attend Hogwarts, just like her parents had. Now, about to start her sixth year, she wondered what all the fuss was about. Well sure, magic was great. But the times she was supposed to get up for class? Really, Abby knew that nothing was ever perfect, but she still liked to complain.
Abby put her now silent alarm clock back on her bedside table and made her way down to the kitchen. As she walked she absent-mindedly rubbed her stomach. She was HUNGRY! That was another good thing about Hogwarts. The food! Sitting at those long tables in the Great Hall, with your friends either side of you, and breathing in the smell of the house elves amazing cooking… For a girl like Abby, Hogwarts meals were a dream come true. No-one would ever guess that the tall, beautiful brunette ate as much as she did. Abby was entirely grateful for her metabolism. She ate loads, but just never put on weight!
Down in the kitchen Abby decided to raid the fridge. Yes, although both her parents were purebloods, they appreciated all the inventions the muggles had made. Abby took out the last quarter of her chocolate cake and put it into the microwave. She gazed around the kitchen as the microwave buzzed. On the wall opposite her was the calendar. She walked over to it. Of course! Today was September the 1st! "SHIT!" yelled Abby, grabbing her cake and running back up the stairs to her room.
The trunk under Abby's bed was pulled out and clothes were thrown haphazardly into a pile in it. She didn't bother with folding; she'd get her mum to do that magically. There wasn't much point in Abby folding her clothes anyway. Melanie Jones was a complete neat-freak. Abby's organizational skills were never up to her mother's standard. The trunk was always inspected before they left for Kings Cross station each year. After the rushed packing was finished Abby stuffed down her chocolate cake. After brushing the crumbs of herself, she walked to her parents' room. Her mother was cleaning when she entered.
"Ah, up at last Darling," Mrs. Jones smiled at her only child, spinning around gracefully to face her daughter. "Ready for another year at Hogwarts I expect?" Abby nodded at her mum and smiled. Mrs. Jones was just so elegant. Mother and daughter talked about the up-coming year as they walked back to Abby's room.
The trunk was inspected and clothes were folded, so Abby rushed off to have a shower before she left. Abby towel dried her hair as she walked into the lounge room, calling for out for Lucky, her ginger tabby cat. Lucky had been a birthday gift when Abby turned 11. Her parents deemed that an old enough age to care for another life, and of course, she would be going to Hogwarts in a few months, so he would be her companion.
Lucky came trotting into the lounge room at his owners call, his belly swinging from side to side as he moved. "Hello Gorgeous!" Abby greeted as Lucky purred up at her, twining himself around her legs. "Ready for another year at Hogwarts?" Lucky's purrs became even louder, and Abby took that as a yes.
Abby said gave her mum a kiss on the cheek, and moved on to her dad. Abby had always been a Daddy's girl. Martin Jones had always been the parent closest to Abby, as they shared the same sense of humor. "Have fun love," Mr. Jones said. He smiled lovingly at his daughter, "Remember the passage ways I taught you about!" Abby smiled at her father and gave him a hug which he returned, and waved to both her parents before boarding the Hogwarts express.
Abby walked along the corridor, looking for the compartment with her friends. Lucky followed closely behind her on his harness and lead. Lucky complained and became thoroughly miserable every time is put into a cat carrier, so she had decided this way would be best. Lucky was her closest friend, so she trusted him to keep nearby. As Abby entered the carriage with her dorm mates, who were her best friends, Lucky rushed before her and tugged his lead out of her hand. The girls all laughed as Lucky greeted his girlfriend Matilda, Grace Jenkins' long haired grey tabby. Abby smiled at her cat and took a seat beside her best friend, Lily Evans.
Abby's P.O.V.
"Hey Abs!" Lily exclaimed to me. My friends and I had a quick group hug before we all sat back down.
"You'll never guess who owled me in the holidays!" Lily rolled her eyes as she said this, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"Hmm, Let's see, it couldn't have been a certain Mr. James Potter could it?" Rosie Nicolson replied in a mock thoughtful tone.
"Correct!" replied Lily in a falsely cheerful voice. We all groaned. James Potter. Where shall I start? Well, James Potter is one of the most popular boys in school. Girls melt at his feet; he's the Quidditch captain, best friends with Sirius Black, and most importantly, one of the four Marauders. James has constantly pestered Lily throughout the years, asking her out every five seconds, and basically just pissing off whole group by his presence, and the stunts he pulls to try and get Lily's attention. God, he really has tried everything. At first it was the constant pestering, and then it was hexing anyone who passed him to try and impress Lily with his charms. You get it? Charms, as in a spell, but also his own charmingness-ness? Ah, I really do crack myself up sometimes!…..Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, I remember now. Then, for some reason no-one but a complete fool could work out, he tried the silent treatment! Maybe he thought it would make Lily notice him, instead of the other way round. Of course, his not-so-brilliant plan didn't work, but it was nice for us all to have a few Potter free weeks.
As the food trolley came along, my stomach had already started rumbling. Although it tastes nice, chocolate cake isn't a very nutritious breakfast. As soon as I heard the trolley lady talk to the carriage next to us, I jumped up and hurriedly slid open the compartment door it quickly slid back, hitting me as I raced out. "OWW!" I cried. Oh well, chocolate will lift my spirits! My friends laughed and rolled their eyes at me, I poked my tongue out at them. The lunch lady laughed at me jumping up and down on the spot with a chant of "Chocolate! Chocolate! CHOCOLATE!" I stopped as the Lunch lady pulled the trolley up in front of me.
"What will you behaving then, dear?" the lunch lady asked smiling at me.
"Chocolate!" I replied. "I might have something else as well though. I looked back at my friends who were quietly talking, but they smiled when they saw the gleam in by eyes that only food could put there.
"Can I please get 4 pumpkin pasties, 8 chocolate frogs, and 4 packets of Bertie Bott's please?" I excitedly asked.
"Of course, de-" the lunch lady started.
"A packet of Drooble's too please!"
"Of course dear!" she smiled at me and handed over my purchases as I juggled them to get my purse out.
I turned back to my friends. "What are you guys having?"
We all laughed. Everyone started reaching towards my sweets!
"Ah ah, this is mine. Buy your own!" They just smiled at me. How did they not get this?
"I'm serious, this food is MINE! Buy your own!" they chuckled and went forward to purchase their own food.
I strutted back into the compartment, trying to look as sophisticated as possible. This is quite hard when you have a Chocolate Frog tucked under your chin. As I entered the compartment Sirius Black smirked at me, and then continued towards the trolley. Ewww! I hate Black! I mean, honestly, he'll shag anything that moves! It's quite sad seeing all the girls fling themselves at him.
I sat down and let my food tumble down around me. Aww… Lucky and Matilda are curled up together on the seat next to the window. They make a lovely couple. There are so discreet also, unlike SOME people! Not mentioning any names. BlackCough! Cough!
Ah! My pals have decided to join me at last. They always take so long! I've already eaten all of my pasties!
As they sat down they looked at me, then glanced at each other. What? Was I covered in crumbs or something? Yes. I thought. That must have been the reason they gave each other that look. Well I'm sorry; can't I eat how I want?
"Sirius says hi" Grace said, raising her eyebrows at me as she did so. I threw my chocolate frog wrapper at her. That was why they were looking at me like that then.
"You've changed a lot over the summer Abby" Lily remarked. Uh-oh. This can't be good.
"Specially round the busty area!" Rosie pointed out. Thanks you Rosie, thank you so much. As the most eccentric of my friends, Rosie was not afraid to say anything.
As we approached the carriage a tall figure jumped in front of me and onto OUR carriage.
"I believe you have stolen our carriage, Black" God, he's a prick.
"Have I Jones? Ah well, I'm sure there's still room for your friends." He smirked at me. Again with the smirking thing, why I ask you?
"And me, Black?" I really, really don't like him. Why does he even know my name? I thought I did a good job of being invisible.
"Definitely. I don't mind if you sit on my lap Jones" What? The nerve of some. Whoa Abby, calm yourself. God I want to punch him. Grace pulled on my sleeve and tugged me away to another carriage. Trust her to think that peace is the answer!