A Beautiful Morning
(Part 3)
Cat's POV:
I never had thought, never dreamed of it. This was a totall shock to me. To find this out . . . Well, it explained alot about me. I had made things happen that no one could explained without using the word "magic" in their explation. I use to dream about having magic. Yeah, like all of the other kids, I wished that I could fly . . . out of my classrooms.
But then, one day, I found out that I'm pure blooded witch and I'm to go a school . . . Salem whatnot for magical stuff. About a half of year ago, I wasn't really clueless about witchcraft, but I wasn't interested in the small details. Then I went to that school, found out hard it was it get at least a "C" without paying attention to those little details (Names, dates, so on).
Salem Witchcraft and Wizardry School taught me to learn and remember all of that junk. I now kind of thank them, as I have blown away my new peers at Hogwarts! They didn't even know what a White Russain Werewolf was, let alone how to cure a bite from one of them!
I even got to fool around with a few kids. It was fun. A little diguesting, but fun. Harry Potter, I snear at the name! Draco doesn't like him, so I don't either. It's nothing personal, I just find it easier to be enimies with your friend's enimies. Besides, everyone else just adoors Harry, so why bother being like everyone else?
Now, what would ruin this great time for me is if my father would show up. He's a prick.. No, I don't feel ashamed or any remorse for saying that. He really is a fucking prick. The baster made my life a Hell with all of his moving about, marrying the first girl to open her legs to him, and scorning me for everything that I did wrong or right. I have about seven older sisblings scattered over the world, and five younger ones. I'm glad that he dropped me off at Hogwarts, though he could have done it closer to the ground.
See, my dad had hid the fact that I'm a witch all of my life, and when I found out, he figured that it would be good for me to go. Not because it would be a life-changing effent, but just make room for his next kid. Then my dad killed an American famous wizard, stoll a few iteams . . . um, a book, a stone, and a doll.
I don't know why the doll, I guess it was a fare well prestant for me. My step-mom thought so, too. She said, why would he go and get a doll unless it was for you? She was right, in a way. She didn't like dolls, Dad wasn't cheating (half because she wouldn't let him out of her site for more than five minutes) and my step-sister would rather brake it than amire it. Beside, who was I to complain? I thought it was beautiful.
I had to go to Hogwarts because everyone in America knew of my dad, and they knew that I'm related to the merdous freak. Teachers were refusing to teach me! So, a friend in Britan of my dad's took me in, signed me up at Howgarts as Cat, and told my dad a good hiding place.
So, now I'm at Hogwarts, freinds with one of the cutest and coolest guys I've ever met and acing all of my classes and having a great time with it all. I never thought, dreamt of it.
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Author's note: What do you think I'm going to do next? *evil smirk* Time to shake this fic up!
(Part 3)
Cat's POV:
I never had thought, never dreamed of it. This was a totall shock to me. To find this out . . . Well, it explained alot about me. I had made things happen that no one could explained without using the word "magic" in their explation. I use to dream about having magic. Yeah, like all of the other kids, I wished that I could fly . . . out of my classrooms.
But then, one day, I found out that I'm pure blooded witch and I'm to go a school . . . Salem whatnot for magical stuff. About a half of year ago, I wasn't really clueless about witchcraft, but I wasn't interested in the small details. Then I went to that school, found out hard it was it get at least a "C" without paying attention to those little details (Names, dates, so on).
Salem Witchcraft and Wizardry School taught me to learn and remember all of that junk. I now kind of thank them, as I have blown away my new peers at Hogwarts! They didn't even know what a White Russain Werewolf was, let alone how to cure a bite from one of them!
I even got to fool around with a few kids. It was fun. A little diguesting, but fun. Harry Potter, I snear at the name! Draco doesn't like him, so I don't either. It's nothing personal, I just find it easier to be enimies with your friend's enimies. Besides, everyone else just adoors Harry, so why bother being like everyone else?
Now, what would ruin this great time for me is if my father would show up. He's a prick.. No, I don't feel ashamed or any remorse for saying that. He really is a fucking prick. The baster made my life a Hell with all of his moving about, marrying the first girl to open her legs to him, and scorning me for everything that I did wrong or right. I have about seven older sisblings scattered over the world, and five younger ones. I'm glad that he dropped me off at Hogwarts, though he could have done it closer to the ground.
See, my dad had hid the fact that I'm a witch all of my life, and when I found out, he figured that it would be good for me to go. Not because it would be a life-changing effent, but just make room for his next kid. Then my dad killed an American famous wizard, stoll a few iteams . . . um, a book, a stone, and a doll.
I don't know why the doll, I guess it was a fare well prestant for me. My step-mom thought so, too. She said, why would he go and get a doll unless it was for you? She was right, in a way. She didn't like dolls, Dad wasn't cheating (half because she wouldn't let him out of her site for more than five minutes) and my step-sister would rather brake it than amire it. Beside, who was I to complain? I thought it was beautiful.
I had to go to Hogwarts because everyone in America knew of my dad, and they knew that I'm related to the merdous freak. Teachers were refusing to teach me! So, a friend in Britan of my dad's took me in, signed me up at Howgarts as Cat, and told my dad a good hiding place.
So, now I'm at Hogwarts, freinds with one of the cutest and coolest guys I've ever met and acing all of my classes and having a great time with it all. I never thought, dreamt of it.
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Author's note: What do you think I'm going to do next? *evil smirk* Time to shake this fic up!