Harry… Ron… Er…
The Story You Love Turned Upside Down By Teenage Girls
By: FreakyHOTGeek
Note: Here is the second chapter of Harry… Ron… Er…, my lurvely fanfic. Enjoy! Oh, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review. One review (thank you Snooger!) is certainly not exactly the most promising thing in the world.
Disclaimer: I, STILL, do not claim to own Harry Potter or the characters thereof. So don't sue meh. Or worship me. Or anything, really.
Chapter: 2
The Days in Class
Whilst Harry Potter was growing to become a scrawny boy of ten and visiting the zoo with Dudley and whatnot, our heroines were doing a different sort of growing up.
In London, Silena and Stephy were going through life in muggle school, as Silena was the daughter of two muggles, and Stephy's mother was in hiding. They had, oddly, and despite the many differences they harbored, become close friends.
Certainly at the age of ten, neither girl was of small bust for the age, but that was about where their similarities, physical and emotional, stopped.
Silena was tall, thin, and very pale, with long brown hair that swept about her thin face, making her large, pale green eyes stand out quite a bit. She looked sickly to anyone who didn't know better, but she was actually a very healthy girl in mind and body. Almost all the time, a smile could be found on her face, though sometimes she didn't feel at all like smiling.
On the other end of the spectrum was Stephy. She was a bit more on the healty looking side, and had tanned skin, especially compared to Silena. Her hair, cut short, was a dark brown and gave a nice emphasis to her well-rounded face and sharp, alert blue eyes. She could be a bit of a downer, and very mischevious, but she was really a kind person at heart, or so Silena could be found to say.
The two girls had met in primary school, and somehow seemed drawn to one another. This was likely due to the strange circumstances they sometimes found themselves in, like floating above the bed or exploding pens and pencils when angry, which was more Stephy's problem than Silena's, as she was a meeker person, though quicker to become angry.
Throughout their schooling, they had run into several unfortunate, and often unexplainable, mishaps, making them something of outcasts to their fellow students.
Several incidents though there were, most of them involved in some way or another things that shouldn't be able to happen, at least not to normal children, which was a source of concern to many teachers, and to Silena's parents, though of course Stephy's did not mind in the least and always managed to wave it all away. As such, Stephy had grown to think that the strange things around her were not strange at all, and Silena had learned to fear them, or at least be wary.
On this particular day, a day in late summer, the two girls were, as usual, lounging about and being lazy, happy to be on holiday from school and their not-so-kind peers.
"I just don't know what to do with myself anymore," Stephy complained. "I feel like… I'm missing something. I'm just bored with life the way it is."
Silena gave a little smile. "Yeah, I do know, actually," she said, watching a nearby bug crawl about on the pavement. "Somewhere, I'll bet, something interesting is happening, and we're missing it."
Stephy, who was laying out on a lawn chair in black pants and a black shirt, nodded her head. "I want to get away from here… it's bloody boring."
Used to the language, Silena didn't even start, though of course the girls were a bit young to be cursing. As she slathered on sun screen, the 10 year old said, "We could at least go for an ice cream. That would make things better, at least a bit."
Stephy groaned. "Oh, you and your bloody ice cream, Silena. Can't you think of something better to pass the time?"
Silena shrugged. "Not particularly," she muttered, putting the sunscreen down and staring up at the sky.
"Oh all right, then. Come along, we'll head down there. For the third time in, oh, three days."
Hopping up, Silena laughed. "Think of it this way… at least we can get ice cream. Who knows, maybe some unfortunates somewhere can't or aren't allowed it."
"You're positively bonkers, you know that?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then, as long as you're aware, I suppose."
And so most of the days of summers before Hogwarts passed for the two girls in London. Boring and uneventful, and rather drab in many ways, but still sweet and savored to them both, as a great change was soon to be upon them…
Farve, however, was growing up in a very different sort of place, and not just in location. Her father being a wizard, and outwardly so, spoke both French and English, and had a whirlwind of helpful reporters from the magical world in and out of their rather lavish Paris home, including a magic tutor to help his daughter learn the basics about magic and get a little ahead of the class.
From an early age, Farve had been doted upon by her father, but in no way did she act the spoiled bit. Frankly, fancy dresses and toys and, later, electronics and magic gadgets, could not replace what she had lost; a mother. Secretly, she had the notion that some day, should Voldemort reappear, she would handle him and get revenge for what he'd done. But this she kept to herself so as to not alarm her father.
Aside from being of a very rich lifestyle, there wasn't much notable about Farve, except perhaps her somewhat spicy attitude, and mild shyness. Whenever around strangers, she was often quiet and reserved, but around those she knew well, she had a very cynic attitude about her, coming slightly in resemblance to Stephy, though of course she had no way of knowing this.
In looks, though, she was not at all like her. She was shorter, and thin, with short, often dyed, hair, and grey-blue eyes that sparkled with wit. Most of the time she was either laughing or concentrating, and the looks suited the shape of her face well.
Her tutor, English speaking, of course, to get her used to being taught in that language, mostly taught her fundamentals and book studies, as the girl did not yet have a wand, although he did sometimes tell her spells and let her borrow his wand to practice them. His was a little sad to know that little Farve, whom he loved as if she were his daughter, was going to be traveling off to Kings Cross Station this year and going to Hogwarts.
In fact, this day, which happened to be little Dudley Dursley's birthday, was to be her very last lesson.
"I've taught you about all that you can be taught, Farve. Hogwarts will have to teach you the rest," he said to her, smiling sadly. "You have grown so much since I first started teaching you."
"You're getting sappy on me, aren't you?" Farve joked. "But I will miss you, I must admit."
Her tutor laughed and embraced the girl, just as she began to cry. "Shall I ever see you again?" she asked him.
"Of course you will! I will be here when you return home for summer holiday, and I'll quiz you to make sure Hogwarts is doing you justice."
"I hope it is. My letter should be coming soon, shouldn't it? I'd like to be able to head down to market and get my things."
He laughed. "You'll have to wait for Diagon Alley for that, anyway, but I understand you're eager." He tousled her hair, which was currently brown with blonde tips, and she frowned at him.
"Just never do that in public," she said with a smile as she sat down to review one last time the fundamentals of magic.
End note: Well there you have it, chapter two! Hope you liked. You know the "review" button is calling your name.
