Why Me?
AN: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic and it's probably been at least 6 months since I even read the first page of any of the books so I can't guarantee the accuracy on some things so sorry about that.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is a trademark of Warner bros. and J.K. Rowling, Nikoda Lynn Snape is owned by Katie Hollenbeck (sorry for borrowing her, I swear over my bye bye birdie music book that she will be returned ^_^!), I own Nimjaneb Sohalien ( he's my more outgoing, hyper active, elven alter ego! He's not an elf here.)
Introduction: Moving to London?
From the journal of Nimjaneb Sohalien:
It was three days ago that my life was turned upside down, it was three days ago that my parents told me that I would be moving to London with my dad and that my mom and sister would be staying in Massachusetts. Why am I moving to London? Because my dad got this job with the British Ministry of magic as some sorta head auror or some bull thing like that. Why are my mom and sister staying in Salem? Well I'm pretty sure it's not because their getting a divorce their farewell kiss was way too gross for that, uh huh I think it's because my mom needs to keep her job teaching history of magic at the Salem witch's academy. Well whatever the reason that they decided on this it sucks! It means that I have to leave my friends at the academy, it means I'll have to start at a new school (some place called Hogwarts or maybe it was Ogwarts I don't know I'll check with dad), and most of all no more hanging out with my girlfriend Ashima Zaina! Oh well nothing I can do about now, she dumped me this morning (ahhh! WHY ME!!!!!). Oh gotta stop writing looks like the night bus just arrived at Diagon Alley (what a name hah!). Seeya.
Chapter 1: Nikoda
It was a rainy Sunday morning in Diagon alley when Nimjaneb Sohalien stepped of the night bus with his father. Nimjaneb was a tall boy of about fifteen with long spiked and multicolored hair (every 6" long spike was a different color ranging from jet black to neon pink). When he stepped off the night bus he was wearing his usual trench coat and top hat, which covered every last technicolored spike of hair on his head. Despite being rather thin and gaunt Nimjaneb had a very warm kind face that seemed to shin with the good feelings that he had for almost everything though today his normally kind warm face had a rather foul look on it. The reason that Nimjaneb's normally kind face had such a look on it is because he was moving to London that day from Salem Massachusetts and he was not happy about it. He was moving here with his father who had just received a position in the British ministry of magic as head Auror in charge of tracking and capturing dark wizards, he received this position based mainly on his experience working as an auror for the American ministry and of course a letter of recommendation from Albus Dumbledore (an old friend from his days of working with British authorities to track death eaters in the United States and Canada) helped in getting the position. But no matter what the position his father received was it was not worth leaving his life in Salem behind and he was going to make thus painfully clear to his father no matter what it took. "Dad explain to me again why we left a mansion, family, friends, and a high paying job in Salem for a small apartment, a still high paying job yet not as high paying as the other job, and no friends or family in a run down corner of London?" said Nimjaneb with a very obvious hint of spite in his voice. "Nim I will not be drawn into another of your verbal duels over our current situation. Now take this sack of money and go by the supplies you're going to need for your first day of school. Oh and get some normal robes those turquoise robes you have been wearing are starting to get a little old. Oh and get a new owl. Oh and a new broom sticks one of those firebolt things, I want to see you on your house team and do me a favor and try to make a normal friend!" responded his father with more than a little sarcasm in his voice. "Fine I'll go and get the supplies, and the owl, and the broom, and I'll even get anew wand to replace the one you snapped in half when you sat on it on the night bus!" with that said Nimjaneb walked away heading down Diagon alley. An hour later and close to four thousand galleons poorer than when he started he was walking back to the Leaky Cauldron while he was fingering through his Bertie Botts every flavor bean suspiciously eyeing a vomit colored bean when he had a fateful encounter with a very distracted girl. As he walked down the street not looking where he was going he collided with a girl who was running from the other direction with her head looking across the street. When he finally came to his senses and realized that all of his brand new supplies (including the receipt for Firebolt which was on back order) he sprang up and started scrambling to find everything. "What were you looking at that kept you from seeing me you little ditz?" "Well you're a friendly one aren't you? We haven't even been introduced and you're already insulting me fro an accident which was both our faults! I mean you should have been looking where you were going too!" "Yeah I guess your right, sorry." After saying that he finally thought to lift his head and get a look at the girl he had been insulting and with that he was struck dumb by what was in his opinion the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, or maybe it was just the small grey screech owl that collided with his head. "Uncle Serverus why did you do that? He wasn't doing anything" the girl shouted at a black haired wizard who was holding his wand and had just finished transfiguring a nearby orange into the owl that had just attacked Nimjaneb. The girl bent down and shook Nimjaneb awake "I'm so sorry about that my uncle is rather protective of me and doesn't know where to draw the line between protecting and assaulting." Nimjaneb groggily looked up into the eyes of the girl he believed had just struck him unconscious by being beautiful. "Did somebody get the license plate number of that truck cause I'm gonna suet!" Said Nimjaneb in a Slurred voice. "Um it wasn't a truck that hit you it was an owl and it was my uncle's fault and he's very sorry. Are you alright my names Nikoda what's yours?" said Nikoda in a concerned voice while trying to repress a laugh over the obvious humor of the situation. When Nimjaneb returned to his senses he responded by saying "Yeah I'm fine. It's nice to meet you Nikoda I'm Nimjaneb I just moved here today, and oh yeah you didn't happen to see a receipt for a Firebolt around did you?" "Oh yeah here it is." She handed him the receipt and the rest of his assorted items. "NIKODA!!!" shouted Serverus Snape from down the street. "Oh that's my uncle I should go before he sends something a little more dangerous than a screech owl at you so goodbye." Said Nikoda with a wave. "Yeah seeya around Nikoda." He responded as took inventory of all his purchases from the day. As he watched Nikoda walk away he watched walk away thinking how regal and beautiful she was, that is until her uncle threw him the dirtiest look that chilled his blood and made him think 'maybe I'll go out of my way not to see her again!'.
AN: How was it? Please review, thanks in advance, bye ^_^!
AN: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic and it's probably been at least 6 months since I even read the first page of any of the books so I can't guarantee the accuracy on some things so sorry about that.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is a trademark of Warner bros. and J.K. Rowling, Nikoda Lynn Snape is owned by Katie Hollenbeck (sorry for borrowing her, I swear over my bye bye birdie music book that she will be returned ^_^!), I own Nimjaneb Sohalien ( he's my more outgoing, hyper active, elven alter ego! He's not an elf here.)
Introduction: Moving to London?
From the journal of Nimjaneb Sohalien:
It was three days ago that my life was turned upside down, it was three days ago that my parents told me that I would be moving to London with my dad and that my mom and sister would be staying in Massachusetts. Why am I moving to London? Because my dad got this job with the British Ministry of magic as some sorta head auror or some bull thing like that. Why are my mom and sister staying in Salem? Well I'm pretty sure it's not because their getting a divorce their farewell kiss was way too gross for that, uh huh I think it's because my mom needs to keep her job teaching history of magic at the Salem witch's academy. Well whatever the reason that they decided on this it sucks! It means that I have to leave my friends at the academy, it means I'll have to start at a new school (some place called Hogwarts or maybe it was Ogwarts I don't know I'll check with dad), and most of all no more hanging out with my girlfriend Ashima Zaina! Oh well nothing I can do about now, she dumped me this morning (ahhh! WHY ME!!!!!). Oh gotta stop writing looks like the night bus just arrived at Diagon Alley (what a name hah!). Seeya.
Chapter 1: Nikoda
It was a rainy Sunday morning in Diagon alley when Nimjaneb Sohalien stepped of the night bus with his father. Nimjaneb was a tall boy of about fifteen with long spiked and multicolored hair (every 6" long spike was a different color ranging from jet black to neon pink). When he stepped off the night bus he was wearing his usual trench coat and top hat, which covered every last technicolored spike of hair on his head. Despite being rather thin and gaunt Nimjaneb had a very warm kind face that seemed to shin with the good feelings that he had for almost everything though today his normally kind warm face had a rather foul look on it. The reason that Nimjaneb's normally kind face had such a look on it is because he was moving to London that day from Salem Massachusetts and he was not happy about it. He was moving here with his father who had just received a position in the British ministry of magic as head Auror in charge of tracking and capturing dark wizards, he received this position based mainly on his experience working as an auror for the American ministry and of course a letter of recommendation from Albus Dumbledore (an old friend from his days of working with British authorities to track death eaters in the United States and Canada) helped in getting the position. But no matter what the position his father received was it was not worth leaving his life in Salem behind and he was going to make thus painfully clear to his father no matter what it took. "Dad explain to me again why we left a mansion, family, friends, and a high paying job in Salem for a small apartment, a still high paying job yet not as high paying as the other job, and no friends or family in a run down corner of London?" said Nimjaneb with a very obvious hint of spite in his voice. "Nim I will not be drawn into another of your verbal duels over our current situation. Now take this sack of money and go by the supplies you're going to need for your first day of school. Oh and get some normal robes those turquoise robes you have been wearing are starting to get a little old. Oh and get a new owl. Oh and a new broom sticks one of those firebolt things, I want to see you on your house team and do me a favor and try to make a normal friend!" responded his father with more than a little sarcasm in his voice. "Fine I'll go and get the supplies, and the owl, and the broom, and I'll even get anew wand to replace the one you snapped in half when you sat on it on the night bus!" with that said Nimjaneb walked away heading down Diagon alley. An hour later and close to four thousand galleons poorer than when he started he was walking back to the Leaky Cauldron while he was fingering through his Bertie Botts every flavor bean suspiciously eyeing a vomit colored bean when he had a fateful encounter with a very distracted girl. As he walked down the street not looking where he was going he collided with a girl who was running from the other direction with her head looking across the street. When he finally came to his senses and realized that all of his brand new supplies (including the receipt for Firebolt which was on back order) he sprang up and started scrambling to find everything. "What were you looking at that kept you from seeing me you little ditz?" "Well you're a friendly one aren't you? We haven't even been introduced and you're already insulting me fro an accident which was both our faults! I mean you should have been looking where you were going too!" "Yeah I guess your right, sorry." After saying that he finally thought to lift his head and get a look at the girl he had been insulting and with that he was struck dumb by what was in his opinion the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, or maybe it was just the small grey screech owl that collided with his head. "Uncle Serverus why did you do that? He wasn't doing anything" the girl shouted at a black haired wizard who was holding his wand and had just finished transfiguring a nearby orange into the owl that had just attacked Nimjaneb. The girl bent down and shook Nimjaneb awake "I'm so sorry about that my uncle is rather protective of me and doesn't know where to draw the line between protecting and assaulting." Nimjaneb groggily looked up into the eyes of the girl he believed had just struck him unconscious by being beautiful. "Did somebody get the license plate number of that truck cause I'm gonna suet!" Said Nimjaneb in a Slurred voice. "Um it wasn't a truck that hit you it was an owl and it was my uncle's fault and he's very sorry. Are you alright my names Nikoda what's yours?" said Nikoda in a concerned voice while trying to repress a laugh over the obvious humor of the situation. When Nimjaneb returned to his senses he responded by saying "Yeah I'm fine. It's nice to meet you Nikoda I'm Nimjaneb I just moved here today, and oh yeah you didn't happen to see a receipt for a Firebolt around did you?" "Oh yeah here it is." She handed him the receipt and the rest of his assorted items. "NIKODA!!!" shouted Serverus Snape from down the street. "Oh that's my uncle I should go before he sends something a little more dangerous than a screech owl at you so goodbye." Said Nikoda with a wave. "Yeah seeya around Nikoda." He responded as took inventory of all his purchases from the day. As he watched Nikoda walk away he watched walk away thinking how regal and beautiful she was, that is until her uncle threw him the dirtiest look that chilled his blood and made him think 'maybe I'll go out of my way not to see her again!'.
AN: How was it? Please review, thanks in advance, bye ^_^!