How Bad Can it be? Part 1

I still don't own the series. I just love torturing the characters.

"That's her?" I heard a voice whisper the next morning.

"Is there any other new people in this room?" Another voice asked.

"Should we wake her?" the first voice asked. I decided to let them know I was awake.

"If either one of you so much as touch me, I will bludgeon you to death with a staff, and bury your bodies in a ditch in the middle of nowhere," I say, as I laid face-down on my comfy bed. Some days, I am just not a morning person. Plus I like freaking people out.

"Chris, you will not kill your housemates," I heard Hermione say.

"I make no promises," I told her, before I sat up in bed, only to see two unfamiliar faces a few inches away from my own.

"If you two don't back off in the next five seconds, I will turn you both into werewolf-chow," I told them, smirking as they stumbled backwards.

"Chris, what did I just say?" Hermione scolded me.

"Hey, it's called personal space. Not my problem if they don't respect it," I shot back, annoyed at having my space bubble violated before I got out of bed.

"Well, I'm off to wake up Harry and Ron," Hermione, already dressed, started walking towards the door.

"Wait for me! I want to help. Nothing like a bout of adrenalin to start the day," I gave an evil smile as I thought of how I would wake them.

"Fine, hurry up," Hermione impatiently said, and I became a blur as I put on my usual outfit of a t-shirt and jeans, and threw my robes over top.

"Let's go!" I said, as I was ready in less than five minutes.

"Okay, so I guess you want the honour of waking them?" Hermione asked me as we walked down the stairs.

"Yeah, I was thinking of summoning some zombie rats or something and using those," I smirked at her, and to my surprise she smiled back.

"Well, that would wake Ron up," Hermione smiled at my less-than-stoic expression, "and I reckon Harry needs some excitement after his summer."

I gave a really evil smile, before I started chanting in the middle of the common room. People that were already up looked at me like I was crazy, but didn't say anything.

"So, shall we go up and enjoy the show?" I asked my friend.

"Why, yes, I think we shall," she answered, as we linked arms and marched up the boys staircase. We got to the top room, and entered, to see that all the boys except our targets were up and were about to wake them.

"No need, boys, it's covered," I told them. Neville, who guessed what I was up to, backed away, the other two following his lead. At the top of their bed-posts, there was movement. Suddenly, there was a yell.

"BLOODY HELL!" CHRIS, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Our favourite red-head bellowed, leaping out of bed, with little skeletons of rats clinging to his night clothes.

"Chris, would you mind calling off your little pets?" Harry drew back the curtains, to let us see that the rat skeletons were nibbling him. His request fell on deaf ears, as the rest of us were laughing too hard, and Ron was fuming as they started nibbling on him as well.

"That was bloody brilliant," Neville managed to choke out, as the rest of us just nodded.

"They like you guys!" I yelled, only to laugh harder, along with everyone else as Harry and Ron glared at us. You have got to admit, it's hard to take a guy seriously if he has a skele-rat gnawing his earlobe.

"Okay, okay, but that was an awesome way to wake someone else up," the sandy-haired boy from last night chuckled.

"When you are all done laughing at us," Ron gestured towards the door, and Hermione and I walked out, laughing, the skele-rats following us.

"Is it always like this around you?" Hermione asked me, giggling as the rats went into another room on the way down.

"Well, most of the time, I suppose, but it can be scary if I lose control. It doesn't happen often, but it has happened," I quickly added at her alarmed expression.

"Well, hopefully that doesn't happen here," She told me, as we went back to our dorm.

"So, you mentioned that you brought an iPod?" She questioned me.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Well, I want to see if the magic around Hogwarts really does screw the electricity in things," she answered. We got our books, and I passed her my iPod.

"So, we get our schedules at the breakfast table?" I asked her as we went down.

"Yes, Chris, now come on," Hermione told me, as we came down to see a strange scene. We saw the twins with the skele-rats clinging to them, yelling at Harry and Ron, as the latter two were laughing.

"They might like Harry and Ron, but they seem to love the twins!" Hermione and I started laughing our asses off when Neville came down and said that.

"Chris, maybe you should call them off," Hermione told me after she calmed down. I snapped my fingers as a response, and the skele-rats burst into dust.

"So, shall we go down?" Ron asked, as we left the common room.

"No, let's go to the freaking moon," I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes. "Yes, let's grab some breakfast!" I started to run down the corridor, Ron and the others chasing me, and I turned a corner only to run into an open door.

"Do you often run into things?" Harry asked me, as he helped me up as I used language that would make a sailor blush.

"Watch where you're going, mudblood," the blond-haired-wonder from the train sneered at me.

"Cocky, aren't you, Malfoy?" Harry taunted him. If my friends were here, I just knew that they would find something sexual to say, but unfortunately I couldn't think of anything.

"You might want to keep your necromancer on a leash, Pot-head, because"-

"What makes you think that it's me that you have to worry about? I would think that you would be more scared of a vampire or a leopard, you know, something that can eat you?" I asked him, even though I knew my friends wouldn't do that, but the moron didn't know that, did he?

"What are you talking about, mudblood?" He defended, but I pretended I didn't hear him.

"Why is mudblood such a bad word, anyway? I mean, it implies dirty blood, not being good enough, yet from what I heard, Hermione is the smartest person in the year, yet is muggle-born. My friends are awesome, and are…mostly muggle-born. So, aside from the Weasleys, who are deemed 'blood traitors', I think that it's the majority of the so-called pure-bloods that are an insult of what it means to be sentient, let alone a human. So it you that should be embarrassed every time you sprout off your whole 'blood purity' load of shit. Labels are for potions, not people. Who's with me?" I ended, my voice now very loud as I got on my soapbox, noticed the crowd from various houses, mostly Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, looked at one another, and then at me with my hand raised from the end of my speech, all raised their own hands. "Take that, asshole," I muttered under my breath, as Malfoy, who was blushing a bit, turned and walked down the hallway.

"That was brilliant," someone told me, as people went their own way now that the speech was over.

"Thanks," I yelled after them, as the trio and I walked to get some breakfast.

"Where did you learn how to talk like that?" Hermione asked me.

"I just picked it up when I was little from my parents," I told them, but I immediately clammed up. Thinking about my family was painful for me, even after all these years. The others, sensing my discomfort, didn't ask any more questions, but we instead started debating various topics.

"I am telling you, some of the muggle fiction books out there are freaking awesome! If they had some here, I bet you would spend a lot of time in the library!" I was telling the boys as we sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny, opposite us, asked us.

"The disgraceful lack of good fictional books in the library. Hermione spends half her time in there, and has yet to come across a single good fiction book, magical or muggle," I huffed, pulling some waffles towards me.

"And the guys say that good books won't convince them to spend more time in the library, though maybe not muggle fantasy, since it would be a bit redundant here," Hermione added, helping herself to cereal.

"Why not just go to Dumbledore? Maybe he can get some," Ginny consoled me. "I can always drag my dear brother there and we can force him to read a book," she added, over Ron's indignant cries.

Suddenly, a shadow came over us, and I looked up. It was our favourite transfiguration teacher.

"Here is your schedule, Miss Wells. Since you didn't show much preference in extra classes, I put you into the same classes as Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter, who are in Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. Is this acceptable?" McGonagall said to me.

"Yes, ma'am," I told her in a completely innocent voice as she shook her head, gave me a paper and moved down the table.

"So you have the same schedule as us?" Harry asked me and I nodded.

"Mentelgen," a familiar voice said right behind me.

"Polly! Come and sit down, how was your first night as a Hufflepuff?" I questioned Apollo as he sat down, laughing a bit at the inside joke of her greeting.

"Pretty good, their friendly, better that the Slytherins, I bet," he told me, grabbing some toast.

"Yeah, being in the same house as that asshole has to be pretty bad, but at least Azure can defend herself," I said.

"Hello." Speak of the devil…

"Azure, how was your first night here?" I was a bit worried about her, because if the rest of the house was anything like Malfoy, it was hard not to worry.

"Pretty good, they mostly kept out of my way," she said.

"Uh, is it even allowed for people to sit at different tables?" Ron asked Hermione.

"Yes, in fact, the Founders even encouraged it to increase house unity," Hermione answered.

"Founders?" I asked, since we only heard a little about how the school was founded. Harry, however, had just looked at his watch.

"Guys, we have History of Magic in 10 minutes," he told us, and everyone got up.

"Gotta fly, see you soon!" I called out as Harry, Ron, Hermione and I walked out.

"So, what's History like?" I asked.

"Boring as hell, Binns is the only ghost teacher in the school, but it's almost impossible to stay awake," Harry informed me, as an argument broke out between Ron and Hermione.

"Does that happen often?" I asked Harry, as Hermione yelled at Ron.

"Yes, it does. So, what music do you like?" he asked me, and we walked into class debating whether older rock or new hip-hop was better.

Ten minutes later, the rest of the class, sans Hermione, was asleep. Because nothing was happening, I decided to ask Harry some stuff.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you get that scar?" I asked him after prodding him awake.

"I got it when Voldemort killed my parents when I was one," he started. "My parents tried to save me, but he couldn't kill me. I survived, and got this scar, and the title Boy-Who-Lived," he said bitterly.

"Boy-Who Lived? What the hell is wrong with people here? Are the people in charge of titles mentally retarded? I mean, Voldemort is called You-Know-Who. That is retarded to be afraid of a name. I could understand if it was cursed so if you said it, you keeled over and died, but short of that," I shook my head in disbelief of such idiotic things.

"Yeah, and now that he has a body again, even the minister of magic is too scared to believe that he's back," Harry told me tonelessly.

"And now they're dragging your name through the mud. We need to do something about this, but until then, McGonagall mentioned something about you guys having adventures. Mind telling me?"

Harry looked a little taken back, but he started to tell me, and had finished retelling what happened in his third year before the bell rang.

"Whoa, never a dull moment with you guys, huh?" I joked, as Harry smirked, and Hermione and Ron resumed their argument. "Seriously, do they ever stop?" I indicated the duo.

"Not really. Just don't mention House-elves," Harry told me, wincing. I figured I would ask later, since Hermione and Ron had finished their argument.

"Okay, so, now what?" I asked aloud.

"Potions, with Snape," Ron scowled as he mentioned the Potions Master.

"Is he really that bad?" I asked. The trio just nodded, Hermione somewhat slowly.

"Do we have potions with any other house?" I asked.

"Yeah, Slytherin," Harry looked depressed.

AN/ Okay, just thought I'd say a few things. First, yes, eternal vampire, the twins will find a way to give Chris her music, and they will do a lot of pranking together. Heaven help the professors and the people getting pranked. I also want to point out that I have anonymous reviews, which means that you can review even if you don't have an account or if you're too lazy. I do wish that people would use accounts, just so I can thank people by name, provided I still only get a few reviews. Of course, like all people that write stories on here, I would like lots of reviews, so just click that little button on the bottom of the page, or I'll send skele-rats after you.