My life was normal, until I was recruited as a Spy for the Ministry of International Defense. At 13 years old, my mom thinks that I'm working on a project for the French-American exchange program. Boy! Is she dead wrong. I never thought I would be a spy, I never knew that the ministry had been spying on me since the age of 9.. that hint that I actually was worth something. Who am I? I am Angela Graham...
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"Please fasten your seat-belts as we may encounter some arial turbulance while landing." The sappy sound of the Flight Attendant rang through the cabin. This beats the Coach Class. As I gazed around the First-Class cabin of the air-craft, I noticed how few people there were. This was the maiden flight of the newest jet launched by the Concord.Amazing how comfy these leather chairs are.
"Hey! Angela! You there?" Jackie Lao whispered. We were enroute to meet our final addition to the team, a girl by the name of Vanessa Robinson. "Do ya think this girl actually can pull off whatever training we've done already? I mean, it was almost like Bootcamp!" Angela rolled her eyes at this sudden comparision.
"Well, according to Jake she had already been experienced in the Spying Arts. Not to mention that she is a few years older than us." Jackie cocked her head thoughtfully.
"Does age matter?" Angela asked, puzzled.
"Not the last time I checked. Shh... Remember what Jake said to do, we're going to have some information delivered... VIA food." Jackie nodded her head toward the waitress.
"Would you like the All American Hamburger with French Fries or the French Pasta with garlic bread?" The Flight Attendant rapped her fingernails on the pushcart as she waited for their response.
"Eww... French Pasta?? That's gotta make your breath stink. I'll get the All Ameircan Hamburger!" Jackie shriveled up her nose in disgust.
"Actually I'll take the French Pasta." Angela mumbled.
"Here's your meals and a complimentary video courtesy of the Ministry." She handed over a cd case wrapped in a brown lunch bag.
As soon as the attendant was out of ear-shot, Angela opened the package and slipped in the DVD, and pressed play while slipping on a pair of headsets. "It's a shame the Ministry couldn't wrap it better."
Good day to you both. As you know, you are flying to London, England. I suppose you have read the books, I have given to you. The important thing is that you can manage your way through customs inspection. Anyway to get to the point, this is the picture of the co-assasin of the main assasin. His name so far was know is Peter Pettigrew. His leader, and motives are unknown. You are to be studing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Jackie, you are enrolled in the Ravenclaw house, where there may be many clues as to this 'muggle' killer. Beware. Angela, as for you, you are to be enrolled in the Slytherin house. According to our sources there is Draco Malfoy.. An image of a pale, young boy with a pointed chin and light blond hair, nearly silver, appeared on the screen. Get to know him, Angela. Vanessa will cover the Gryffindor side. I assume you are wondering how you could be enrolled at Hogwarts. The main reason that you were selected is that you have extrodinary talent not only in our world but as well as the wizarding world. You already have everything you need. Good luck. Oh, yes. The spell books you must study are in the hidden compartments in your luggage cases. Good luck, and Godspeed to you.
The TV screen flicked off, and the DVD popped back out. "Well that's rather becoming. How are we going to pull it off? Right , dahling?" Angela faked a British Accent.
"I don't have a British accent. We've got our laptops, and top secret e-mail addresses right? So even if we are going to be rivals we can still talk... This is going to be hard." Jackie murmered.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts as we are approaching the airport." Here we go.. Angela thought, crossing her fingers.
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"Well we've made it passed customs inspections. I wonder.." Angela paused surveying the airport ,"where our pal Vanessa Robinson is."
"Excuse me.. Do you happen to be the two working for the Ministry?" A timid girl with brown hair, that matched Angela's, and brown eyes walked up to her.
"Why yes... You must be Vanessa!" Jackie exclaimed.
"Yes, that's me. I would be delighted to show you to Kings Cross Station. Follow me this way." She turned and walked towards the exit, with Angela and Jackie following her.
Outside, they were herded into a white limo. "Well I do say that they treat us rather royally, don'tcha thing?" Vanessa noted.
The window between them and the chauffer pulled up automatically, and the TV screen flashed on. Welcome to London, England. You will be departing for Kings Cross Station, where you will head to Platform 9 and 3/4. Change into your black robes on board the train. If there is anything else that you need to know, contact me with your cell-phones. Vanessa, you are to be in the Gryffindor House, as I have already explained to you. Work as a team and you'll succeed. You have your head phones on, make sure that they are securely fastened on your pendant and in your ear. Good luck, Ministry out.
"Hey! Haven't y ou guys wondered how cute Jake is? I mean we've never seen him. For all we know he could be a piece of cardboard!" Vanessa joked.
"That's right. Well I guess this is probably going to be the last time that we can actually talk together being in the same room. I've heard at Hogwarts it's very segregated! The competition is fierce between houses. Slytherin and Gryffindor especially." Angela commented. "I mean, once we get there, we'll be rivals!"
The limo pulled to an abrupt stop at Kings Cross Station, the trio got out breathing in a nervous breath of air, and followed the many Hogwarts Students boarding the train. As they made their way back to the back of the train, the last compartment, they found two rows of seats that were empty. Directly infront of them were a red headed boy, a boy with a scar on his forehead, and a brown haired girl with brown eyes.
"We're finally here.. How do you suppose we'll manage? We've skipped years!" Angela mumbled, as to not gather attention to themselves.
"I have no idea. Remember.. Angela you're in Slytherin, I'm in Ravenclaw, and Vanessa you're in Gryffindor." Jackie whispered, excitedly.
"Excuse me, did I hear that you're in Gryffindor?" The brown-haired girl turned around to gaze at them intensely. "Not to butt in or anything.. My name is Hermione Granger."
"Pleased to meet you, um.. Hermione." Vanessa spoke, eyeing the others.
"This is Harry Potter." The boy with glasses and his scar (which looked like a lightning bolt) waved. "And this is Ron Weasley." Ron waved, with his face turning as red as his hair.
"Yep. Pleased to meet you all." Vanessa heard herself say.
Excuse me?? What are you doing? Huh! How come I can communicate with you? Thought Angela.
Telepathy.. I'm making friends! "These are my friends Angela, and Jackie. Is it going to be a problem that Angela happened to be sorted into Slytherin?"
"Good gracious! I've never seen it yet! A Slytherin and a Gryffindor actually getting along!" Ron exclaimed, astounded. Harry chuckled.
I'm just surprised that they've never heard of me,or are neglecting the fact that I am Harry Potter, which makes it all the better for me. Harry thought, as he pondered what to say to them. "So.. Are you new here?"
"Yes, brand new to these surroundings. We're transfer students from America." Jackie spoke, after being silent for quite a long time (for her).
The door burst open, and Draco Malfoy burst in on the scene. Harry scowled, and the three girls turned to see who had entered in a rather rude fashion. "Well... If it isn't Potter and Weasel. Not to mention mudblood. Ah... Who may you three be?" Draco asked, cunningly.
"My name is Angela Graham. This is Jackie Lao who is in Ravenclaw, and Vanessa Robinson who is in Gryffindor." Angela beamed, proudly to announce her friends.
"Another Gryffindor eh? Well then, what house are you in?" Draco noticed frowns coming from Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Slytherin." Angela replied. Rather be in a Pigs Sty.. Although he is cute...
"Oh. Allow me to introduce myself to a fellow Slytherin. My name is Draco Malfoy." Draco proclaimed, as if to the whole world. "Are you a pureblood or mudblood?"
From behind her, Angela heard Harry snort from behind her. Leave it to Malfoy to ask those questions. Harry thought.
"Pureblood, I suppose..." Angela lied, but she didn't know the difference.
"Beat that, mudblood." Draco sneered. "Well, I must be going now. It was a pleasure to meet you all."
As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, Harry yelled fiercly about how impudent Draco was and how they should all stay away from him.
"Harry! Calm down!" Hermione childed. "Really, If you get the chance, Angela. Draco is rather loyal to his Slytherin friends."
"So.. How did you get transfered here?" Ron asked, suspiciously.
"Believe me, when I speak for us. We had no idea, but relax. This is going to be a long story." Vanessa said, as she prepared to tell the story of how they came to be aboard the Hogwarts Express bound to Hogwarts Castle.
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So?? How'd it go for our first story? Huh? Huh? Please comment. I'm afraid that I'm getting rather annoying at the moment. Please, please , please review! Oh yes, I do own Angela Graham.. Because she's me. A Qt Chic (Vanessa) owns herself, and our pal, Jackie owns herself. Though those aren't our last names. Hehe. Ms. JK Rowling owns the other characters. Ta peoples! You're too kind. Lol. Must get going now. E-mail sometime at Rebelchickxoxo@yahoo.com (where Vanessa will fwd your e-mails to me). Hehe. Luv! Angela Graham.