A/N: You remember how I said in one of my A/N's on "A Meeting to
Remember" that my charaters are taking over my mind? Well Ariana just
walzed right in last night and moved into my mind. Her and Cat are getting
cozy and seem to be ploting a evil plan to take over my mind (what sane
part is left.), but first they have to molest Sirius. ::sighs:: Why do I
get stuck with crazy ones? Anywho, I know I'm still writing "A Meeting to
Remember" but Ariana told me if I didn't write her Prologue and Chapter One
(and maybe Chapter Two) I'd be forced to watch Voldemort and Malfoy. Doing
bad things. ::shudders:: Its spawning. So please, be nice...R/R
Disclaimer: Not...Mine. If it was I'd be a happy girl; but its J.K.R's, ::bows and kisses her feet:: If you sue you will get a hairy dog, five bucks, and loads of HP shit I don't need but still have.
Uncle Vernon was waiting beyond the barrier. Mrs. Weasly was close by him. She hugged Harry very tightly when she saw him and whispered in his ear, "I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry."
"See you, Harry," said Ron, clappng him on the back.
"'Bye, Harry!" said Hermione, and she did something she had never done before, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Harry-thanks," George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side.
"harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and fallowed him silently from the station. There was no point worrying yet, he told himself, as he got into the back of the Dursleys' car.
As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come...and he would have to meet it when it did.
Ariana Kelso closed the thick, hard cover, copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (simply book four to the many Harry Potter fans in the world.) and sighed. She glared at the book and lifted her fist, thumping it.
"Ow, shit!" she then picked up the heavy volume and threw it across the room, but she then jumped out of her bed and ran, picking it up and holding it to her.
"I need to get a handle on my temper." She muttered to herself as she walked back across her bedroom. Then her face turned sulky, as she placed the book on her bedside table. "But its not MY fault the great goddess JKR hasn't put out book five! I swear, she just wants us poor Scarheads to go insane." You see, our dear Ariana was, to put it mildly, obsessed with J.K. Rowling's books staring Harry Potter. But then, so was over half the world.
And the millions of Harry Potter fans across the world were just like Ariana. They slept, ate, drank, and breathed Harry Potter...and they were getting restless waiting for book five to come out. What would happen to Snape? Would Sirius be freed in this book? Maybe Remus will come back. What about Lily and James-will we find out more about them? How about Fudge, thinks he comes around? That was only the tip of the iceburg, in fact it was rather hard for Harry Potter fans to talk to "muggles", as they called the people who didn't like HP, as they really had to clue what they were talking about when they said something like "Yeah, I was in my basement, and I saw a PETER! Can you BELIVE IT!? I went nuts, I was screaming, crying, trying to kill it. Poked it with my hairbrush and tried to make it turn...Guess it wasn't Wormtail, but I'm keeping my eye on it!" It was about that time people began to run away in fear...Poor muggles.
For Ariana though, not only were they a past time, they were a way to escape her world. Her parents weren't what you'd call loving. They both worked at a law firm, were never home, and when they were it was fighting. Or cold indifference, it was also a known fact that they took lovers...and they simply didn't notice Ariana if they weren't throwing a party and she had to be there to be the perfect daughter to help the façade of a perfect family.
So Ariana lived in her own world. She was quite happy there too, as long as she had her HP, smokes, and her two close friends she was a happy person. Yes, the dear fifteen year old (almost sixteen, as she stated every time her age was said) was a smoker. She had to rebel in SOME way, didn't she...she did have enough brains not to drink or do drugs...though she swore she was going to stop.
Ariana settled into her large bed, holding her copy of book three, which was her favorite, turned of the light, and laid her head on the soft pillow. She snickered at herself drowsly, opening one eye to look at the book that lay beside her.
"Some people sleeping stuffed animals or a dog...I sleep with a book." She muttered around a yawn. "What does that tell you about my life?" With that her eyes drooped closed, and she slid into a deep sleep.
Disclaimer: Not...Mine. If it was I'd be a happy girl; but its J.K.R's, ::bows and kisses her feet:: If you sue you will get a hairy dog, five bucks, and loads of HP shit I don't need but still have.
Uncle Vernon was waiting beyond the barrier. Mrs. Weasly was close by him. She hugged Harry very tightly when she saw him and whispered in his ear, "I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry."
"See you, Harry," said Ron, clappng him on the back.
"'Bye, Harry!" said Hermione, and she did something she had never done before, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Harry-thanks," George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side.
"harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and fallowed him silently from the station. There was no point worrying yet, he told himself, as he got into the back of the Dursleys' car.
As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come...and he would have to meet it when it did.
Ariana Kelso closed the thick, hard cover, copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (simply book four to the many Harry Potter fans in the world.) and sighed. She glared at the book and lifted her fist, thumping it.
"Ow, shit!" she then picked up the heavy volume and threw it across the room, but she then jumped out of her bed and ran, picking it up and holding it to her.
"I need to get a handle on my temper." She muttered to herself as she walked back across her bedroom. Then her face turned sulky, as she placed the book on her bedside table. "But its not MY fault the great goddess JKR hasn't put out book five! I swear, she just wants us poor Scarheads to go insane." You see, our dear Ariana was, to put it mildly, obsessed with J.K. Rowling's books staring Harry Potter. But then, so was over half the world.
And the millions of Harry Potter fans across the world were just like Ariana. They slept, ate, drank, and breathed Harry Potter...and they were getting restless waiting for book five to come out. What would happen to Snape? Would Sirius be freed in this book? Maybe Remus will come back. What about Lily and James-will we find out more about them? How about Fudge, thinks he comes around? That was only the tip of the iceburg, in fact it was rather hard for Harry Potter fans to talk to "muggles", as they called the people who didn't like HP, as they really had to clue what they were talking about when they said something like "Yeah, I was in my basement, and I saw a PETER! Can you BELIVE IT!? I went nuts, I was screaming, crying, trying to kill it. Poked it with my hairbrush and tried to make it turn...Guess it wasn't Wormtail, but I'm keeping my eye on it!" It was about that time people began to run away in fear...Poor muggles.
For Ariana though, not only were they a past time, they were a way to escape her world. Her parents weren't what you'd call loving. They both worked at a law firm, were never home, and when they were it was fighting. Or cold indifference, it was also a known fact that they took lovers...and they simply didn't notice Ariana if they weren't throwing a party and she had to be there to be the perfect daughter to help the façade of a perfect family.
So Ariana lived in her own world. She was quite happy there too, as long as she had her HP, smokes, and her two close friends she was a happy person. Yes, the dear fifteen year old (almost sixteen, as she stated every time her age was said) was a smoker. She had to rebel in SOME way, didn't she...she did have enough brains not to drink or do drugs...though she swore she was going to stop.
Ariana settled into her large bed, holding her copy of book three, which was her favorite, turned of the light, and laid her head on the soft pillow. She snickered at herself drowsly, opening one eye to look at the book that lay beside her.
"Some people sleeping stuffed animals or a dog...I sleep with a book." She muttered around a yawn. "What does that tell you about my life?" With that her eyes drooped closed, and she slid into a deep sleep.
