A/N Why, hello fellow readers :D Since, I had a weird dream, I actually have thought of some of the main plot ^^ BEWARE! In my story, Bellatrix has not died. You need to know this or the story will go a bit…topsy-turvy…. Anyway, please review and review and review and…I think you get my drift. Oh yeah..and sorry for not updating for ages and ages and ages..I have had heaps and heaps on….^^
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"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER!" I screeched, storming into the Gryffindor common room. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN'S UNDERWEAR ARE THESE DOING IN MY ROOM!?" Ah yes, a normal day at Hogwarts. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and James Potter has pissed me off yet again.
I actually thought that today would be okay. It was Saturday for Merlin's sake! But, no…he had to ruin it….again.
Potter emerged from his room, hair ruffled and eyes bored. Merlin, how can he look so good when…wait, why am I thinking this? It is absolutely not possible that I, Kaylee Taylor, girl who despises James Potter, thought that.
"What?" he mutters, running his hand through his already perfect, tousled hair. But, I can see from the glint in his eyes that he had planned this from the beginning.
"What do you think I am talking about?" I hissed at him, "I wake up this morning to find rats everywhere in my room!"
Potter gave me an innocent look on his smug face as he replied, "How did you know that it was me?"
I gave a sour smile and answered, "Well, I don't think that any normal rat would have "J.P is awesome" on its back. Just remember that I will not forget about this." And with that, I stormed out of the room.
"It couldn't have been that bad," Rose Weasley said as we made our way down to the Great Hall.
"Oh trust me Rose," I growled, stomping to the Gryffindor table and placing myself next to Lily Potter, "It was worse than worse."
As Rose was sitting down, someone knocked her (ahem, meaning literally pushed her), making her go sprawling to the ground. I stood up, ready to pounce on the offender and my mood worsened as I saw who it was. "Oh," drawled a familiar voice, "Sorry about that Weasley. Though I don't understand why I have to apologise to people like you, the dirt of this world." I felt ready to murder (yep, yet again) as I saw the famous Scorpius Malfoy standing near our table with the equally famous Albus Potter.
"Watch your mouth Malfoy or I will rip your head off," Rose snarled and I was shocked to see her standing up, face as red as her hair. Something must be going on; Rose hardly ever lost her cool.
Malfoy shrugged, his grey-blue eyes with no emotion, "I would like to see when that day comes," and he goes off. He freaking goes off. What a wimp if you ask me.
I decided to turn onto Albus. Hey, he was friends with that idiot and he was conveniently there; bonus!
"How in all of Merlin can you be friends with that git?" I fumed. Al just gave me a look that clearly replied: I-was-put-into-slytherin-and-he-was-also-in-that-house-and-we-went-off-like-a-bear-and-honey.
"Forget it," I sighed, running a hand through my black hair, "There is no point trying to explain stuff about that git with you."
Albus suddenly leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Don't judge a book by its cover," and then went off after Malfoy. He freaking went off after Malfoy…
Walking back to the Gryffindor table, I noticed that my other best friends, Tate and Lauren, surrounding Rose, trying to calm her down but failing miserably. Oh that git Malfoy was certainly going to pay when 'that day comes'.
"Everyone please turn to Page 120 of your book to learn about…" Professor Flitwick drones on. I was ready to fall asleep. Don't mistake my ignorance, I wasn't failing this class; actually, I was one of the best after Malfoy and Rose, so I decided that I could take a little nap.
"Miss Taylor, what is the Aguamenti Charm?"
I swore under my breath at Flitwick interrupting my nap and answered, "Aguamenti is the charm that allows a jet of clear, pure water to come out of the castors wand. Perfect if you are up against dragons, or any type of fire."
"Well done Miss Taylor," Flitwick beamed, "Ten points to Gryffindor." Ha, I still had my touch.
Suddenly, I noticed Potter (James, not Albus) mumbling to his friends and grinning. I narrowed my eyes. I didn't like it when he had that look. It usually meant mischief…with a capital 'M'. Don't misunderstand, I am not Miss Goody-Two shoes, but if I was up against Potter in a competition on who was the bigger trouble maker, I have a feeling that Potter would kick my ass….
That was when I heard that annoying voice (oh how annoying it was) shout out, "WATER FIGHT!" I swore under my breath again. Oh god, not again. Professor Flitwick would probably have another heart attack at this rate. I could hear him shouting, "POTTER! STOP THIS AT ONCE!" and "THE WHOLE PLACE IS GOING TO BE FLOODED SOON!"
I sighed, until I felt a jet of water hit me, drenching me all over. I growled, jumping up at once until I could see who the culprit was. Whoop-dee-do, guess who it was?
"POTTER!" I snarled. I seriously couldn't take this soon. It took all of my restraint to stop myself beating the hell out of that git. Suddenly, I saw a face zoom up towards me and a finger lifting up my chin, forcing me to stare into a pair of the greenest emerald eyes.
"Don't be a spoil sport Taylor," the twit with amazing green eyes scoffed. "Lighten up, we are in sixth year,"
I think it would be most appropriate if I say that I started seeing red. Lighten up? This was his idea of how to lighten up? Ha, how appropriate. To lighten up, in his dictionary, seems to mean to flood the whole classroom, or maybe even the whole level, which could result in flooding the whole school. Yep, what a lovely idea…
Shaking my face from his hand, I lifted up my wand and muttered a spell. All around me, I could hear people groaning about the 'fun' disappearing as the water evaporated. I turned at Potter and said coldly, "Well, surely you can find something more imaginative than throwing water bombs around the classroom. I swear that you great-grandfather did this when he was at Hogwarts. You should be good at inventing new things. I mean, your Harry Potter's son. Surely you will have to be as a good as him"
I smirked as I saw Potter's face turning that interesting shade of purple that is famous for. I knew I had hit a sore spot. Potter hated being compared to his father. And when I mean he hated it, he hated it.
"Watch it Taylor," he snarled, "maybe if you weren't such an ignorant little wretch that your father now never wants to visit you."
I hissed and stood up. "Flipendo." I muttered. Before Potter knew it, he was on the floor.
"Miss Taylor." I heard Mr. Flitwick's shocked voice but I was already out of the room.
Oh how I was going to regret it.
So. Hai guys.
Tis a bit weird right now. I actually only found part of this chapter and finished writing it. So. I am posting it a year later. Which is awkward I guess haha.
But if anyone is still reading, I am most likely picking it up again. AFTER GOING ON A YEAR LONG HIATUS LOLOLOL.
ANYWAYS. THANKYOU FOR REVIEWING :DDDD
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