Melody's P.O.V
The cold, smooth feeling of glass tickled my finger as I drew a lopsided heart onto the small, fogged up window in my room. I sighed and rubbed the window clear of fog and peered outside. The narrow streets were filled with people running about, holding arrays of colourful umbrellas that stood out in the gloomy, grey sky. Adults paced by the sides of busy roads, waiting for buses to take them home, and children ran with their parents into the warm, dry spaces of their cars.
I huffed and fell onto my scrawny bed, feeling utterly defeated. There was nothing to do in this godforsaken orphanage. My room didn't hold much to do either. There were two small, scrawny beds across from each other in each corner. My bed being covered with an ugly forest green bed sheet, and the other one being covered in a raggedy dark blue bed sheet. There was one long, dull, grey wooden desk that went along perfectly with the dull stone floor, though most of it was covered by a rough green carpet. Lastly, there was a long, lanky wardrobe that was supposed to hold all of our belongings, as well as our roommate's belongings. Which wasn't much of a problem since we didn't have much of our own belongings.
Now, if I had friends this wouldn't be an issue. I could be playing all sorts of games with them, or just be having a nice conversation with them. It would certainly be less boring than sitting and doing nothing. But alas, I didn't have any. Except for my roommate. She the only friend I have, and vice versa. We both don't have friends because we're too shy, pft, anything but that, but it's because everyone thinks we're cursed. Yeah, out of all things, they think we're cursed. Even the older kids won't talk to us. Pretty mature, I know.
Anyways, why they think we're cursed is, well, a little bit reasonable. Odd things seem to happen when me or my roommate, Harmony, would be around, but mostly happen when one of us feel very emotional. To be honest, even I think we're cursed. Like four years ago when I was nine, a girl, Emma Wright, stole an extra cookie when she thought no one was watching when it was dessert time at dinner. I had been sitting beside her and noticed and harshly told her that she wasn't supposed to have an extra cookie, and if she did it wouldn't be fair to the rest of us. Emma had glared at me and ignored my words and continued to place it on her plate, claiming she didn't have her first cookie. For some reason it got me so mad that she was lying and stealing another cookie, and then boom. Her plate suddenly cracked into pieces as if being squished by an invisible force.
Things like that also happened with Harmony. In fact, a month ago, on a hot summer day, me and Harmony had been sitting under the largest oak tree, hiding from the scorching hot sun. We had been chatting peacefully until a certain dark-haired girl came marching over to us.
"Oh, hey, Jade!" I exclaimed as she towered over us. She looked down at us with a sneer on her face and the smile that had been placed on my face instantly washed away. "Hey, Melody, Harmony. So seems like you're having a grand time under that tree," Jade snarled. "Er, uh, yeah? I guess?" I awkwardly responded. "Mhm," she hummed, crossing her arms. "Now move." My eyes widened and I gave her my signature glare. "Uh, no thanks," Harmony replied slowly. "Go find a different tree to sit under. There's a bunch in this backyard." Jade's face contorted into one of annoyance. "Move," she ordered in her annoying, nasally voice a little bit harsher. "No!" Harmony replied once again. "Fine, you asked for it," Jade gave in, shrugging. I sighed, but the peace didn't last long. I raised my eyebrows at Jade as she sprawled onto the grassy floor at an odd angle and then let out a shrill scream, making the two girls flinch in surprise and shock. The footsteps of Miss Johnson and Miss Wilson came closer and closer and soon both caretakers were leaning over Jade, fussing over her. "My my, sweetie, what happened?" Miss Johnson sincerely asked Jade. Jade pointed her finger towards me and Harmony and whimpered, " They told me to move, but since I was sitting there first, I declined. Then Harmony got mad and started kicking and stomping on me until they got to sit there." My mouth fell open in shock just as Harmony started to shout that Jade was lying, but got cut off by Miss Wilson's scolding. Miss Wilson ordered us to go to our room, where she'd tell us about our punishment, and as we were walking away, Harmony, shaking with anger, glanced back at the large oak tree and as soon as she turned back around, the tall old tree suddenly snapped in half, narrowly missing Jade.
The door creaked open, snapping me out of my thoughts, and a petite girl with long brown hair and vibrant purple eyes skipped in, holding a book in each hand. I turned around from the window and smiled at the girl who walked in.
"Hey, Mel!" She greeted enthusiastically as she jumped on her bed and placed the two books in front of her.
I yawned and lazily waved to her. "Hey, Harmony." I decided to take a nap since there was nothing else to really do, and it seemed that Harmony would be busy reading books. I blinked open my eyes. Wait. "Where'd you get those books from? Did Miss Johnson give them to you?" I asked as I sat up and stared suspiciously at the books.
Miss Johnson was one of the two women that took care of all of the kids in the orphanage, the other one being Miss Wilson. Now, Miss Johnson was a short woman with short curly brown hair that matched her oak coloured looked like a kind lady, and in fact was fairly nice to all the kids, kind of like the way a kindergarten teacher would act. Everyone here loved her, but I mean who wouldn't? There was only her and Miss Wilson to choose from, and Miss Wilson was way less kind. Miss Wilson hates kids with a passion. I have no idea why she thought running an orphanage would be a great way to spend her future, I bet she regrets her choice though, we all truly are sometimes a nightmare. I shook my head, responding to my own thoughts. Miss Wilson was kind enough to keep her and Harmony in the orphanage for so long.
For my whole life, the orphanage has been my home, and the same goes for Harmony. It was odd how the caretakers found us. We were both left together on the orphanage's doorsteps when we were no older than a year old. No sign or our parents, or anyone that left us there for that matter. Just a note that read our names. Nothing more, nothing less. Harmony and I learned to accept the fact that we'd never learn who our parents were, or if they were even alive. I secretly hoped they weren't, because if they were dead, then I'd have to be sent to an orphanage, but if they were alive and healthy, then they probably just didn't want me, and nothing hurts more than knowing someone left you because you were nothing to them. We both sometimes joked that we were related, Harmony and I. I mean, our names are closely related. Melody. Harmony. They're both connected to music. The melody of a song isn't complete without the harmony, and vice versa. Boom. Quite ironic, really, seeing as me and Harmony can never be separated.
"Actually, she did. She saw me moping around and lent me a few books," Harmony told me, throwing me off my train of thought once again. I jumped off my bed and skipped over to her, leaning over her shoulder.
"Which books? Are they any good?" I asked as she slid over to give me room to sit on her bed beside her. She quickly nodded.
"The best!" She exclaimed. "Miss Johnson gave me the books in the morning. It's this series called Harry Potter, and-"
"Ugh!" I groaned, shaking my head. "Not those books! Everyone's just so obsessed with them! I just don't understand what the deal is about them!" Harmony looked as if she had just been insulted for hours.
"No!" She exclaimed. "You are absolutely wrong! These books are the best! You just don't understand because you've never read them before!" I snorted and crossed my arms, but let her continue. "I already finished reading the first two books this afternoon, and now I'm going to start the third one. I brought the first one here too because I thought you might like to read it." She held the book that was supposedly the first one in the series and tossed it to me.
"'The Sorcerer's Stone'," I read out loud. "Hmph, no thanks," I said, tossing the book back at her. She lunged forward to grab it as if it was a sacred artifact that would tear the world apart if it were to hit the ground.
"Why not?" She cried out. "Just try reading it, please! You'll love it! I know you will!" I shook my head.
"I pass," I replied dryly. Harmony groaned in frustration. "But, if it makes you any happier, you can ramble about your favorite charachters if you want," I offered, shrugging. Her eyes lit up and she immediatly started talking.
"Oh, okay! Hmm, I guess my favourite character so far would be Hermione! She's just so smart! But kind of a know it all at the same time know that I think of it. Oooh I also love Ginny! She seems so sweet, well uh, even though it was partly her fault the muggleborns could've been killed, but I mean, she' still great!" She exclaimed in excitement, but slowly started to frown. "Can't you just please read it? If you don't I wont ever have anyone to fangirl with!"
"Honestly, Harmony!" I cried as she threw me the book once again. I swiftly caught it, but noticed she threw me the wrong book. "'The Prisoner of Azkaban'?" I read out loud, placing it on the wooden desk.
"Oops, wrong book," Harmony muttered as she rolled her eyes and stood up to go get it from the desk. I snatched the book before she could reach it and held it behind my back. "Oi, Melody, pass it here," Harmony warned with her arms crossed.
"If you want it you'll have to catch me!" I shouted gleefully as I ran and jumped onto my bed, waving the book in the air. Harmony sighed and started running towards me. I jumped off my bed and landed on top of her bed, since this was a small room. She turned around and leapt up to grab my arm. I squeaked and tried to shake her hand off my arm.
"You have a firm grip!" I exclaimed, trying even harder to shake her hand off, but it just ended up looking like I was having a seizure.
"Give me the book!" Harmony whined, jumping of to try and grab it with her other hand.
"Catch!" I shouted as I intended to throw the book onto my bed, but ended up slamming it against the wall. Everything went fast forwarded after that. The 'oh so great' book hit the wall and fell down onto the ground wide open. A white light started to erupt from the book and started filling up the room.
The last thing I hear was Harmony cry out, " Honestly, Melody!" Before everything went black.
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Hello, this is my first fanfiction ever so do expect some mistakes. I've always wanted to write one, so here I am! I don't really have a fully laid out plot for this story, but I'll come up with it as I go. I hope that Melody's and Harmony's characters will be more understandable in the next chapters. I'll try to make the next chapters longer, but that all depends if I even have anyone reading this story at all. Well, until next time.