She marched to a different beat
A/N: the story of my life (meant figuratively) in wizard world form. Includes Draco-ish characters and other pplz. Les miserable-ish twists and quotes throughout because that is the tightest play ever! (As well as the only Broadway show I've seen)
Disclaimer: I own only the plot. None of the HP characters r mine of course.
However, I DO own Scarlet LeFaye and her mysterious lover Matt (named for another REAL person). I also own any other characters I feel like creating or have sub-consciously created.
Ch. 1 Memories
Step after step I took, thoughts swirling around me, tears fogging my vision. I never had felt more miserable in my life. I was tired, very tired. This was the day that was supposed to be the "happiest" of my life: I was graduating from Hogwarts. However, listening to the sounds of laughter and eagerness coming from where my contemporaries stood, I felt nothing but unimaginable pain and fear. My feet took me to the lake where I sat down and let the memories wash over me..........
I was standing in front of my parents' coffins at their funeral. I was four years old at the time. We had been out boating when a sudden wind picked up. The boat capsized. In the ocean the tides can be in one place and then in another place, not there at all. The current sucked them down into the depths. All of a sudden I was alone on the sea, a little speck of red life jacket with dark brown hair in an ocean of blackness. I remember calling out for hours for them; sobbing when they wouldn't come. Finally, someone in the heard my cries. I was hysterical by that time. Their bodies were recovered the next day and my relatives contacted. My only living relatives were muggles who didn't want any children. So, after the funeral I was sent to a muggle orphanage. There I was so traumatized and fearful of this strange new world that I hid deep inside me that I had ever been a witch. That information was to stay hidden until I was eleven years old............
I was nine years old, and a confused, sad person. All through my childhood things had happened to that I couldn't explain; like the time I made several children feel real pain after they taunted me, or when light bulbs tended to blow up whenever I was angry and nearby, and then there was that dogs would always bark madly at me when I came near. I went for a walk one day and met up with some boys from the orphanage. They taunted me, threw stones and mud clods at me, hit me. I finally collapsed in the mud and lay there sobbing from exhaustion and misery. I lay there in my rags and tatters in the mud until I fell asleep and was found. For not coming back, I was given three days of no food; I was already scrawny and half starved........
Then the day when I got my Hogwarts letter. As I read it the memories came flooding back. How I was really a witch, and everything about the Wizarding world. So I told them I was leaving (they didn't resist for by now they hated me) and went to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies. Of course I remembered how to get there; I had been there countless times as a young child. It turns out the bartender, tom, had been an old friend of my parents, so all I had to do was utter my parents name and immediately I was shown a thousand kindnesses. At first I was alarmed at what he was saying to me as I had never know affection or if I had I had forgotten, but then it got more normal. He sent me on my way and I got all the necessary essentials that were that were on the supply list. I then stayed with him until sep. 1..............
"LeFaye, Scarlet!" My sorting. I remembered it so well..... As the hat slipped over my eyes I was plunged into darkness.
"Ah yes a good mind..... Terribly clever..........a good heart........ But, oh how sad, you haven't known kindness......how difficult..... And of course your signature color is red, a sure sign of a lost soul........" a voice whispered in my ear.
My eyes started to tear at this statement. I had never known kindness!
"Well, I think you would probably fare best in..............SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled.
As I walked towards the Slytherin table I could feel warmth such as I had never felt before. Here was a place where I was not an oddity; instead, I was the norm.
"Maybe here I can have friends. They look all right....... they might accept me." I thought
To think I thought I would ever be happy anywhere! I was so naive.............
The first time I saw Draco Malfoy, he was coming to sit down at the table. Lucky for me the only open space was right next to me. We exchanged a few words. Then, as the night wore on we started talking almost exclusively to each other. We were from completely different backgrounds: he was from a rich old family, and I was from an orphanage. But, at least for a while we confided in each other. As the year wore on we were to become close friends.........
It was the leaving feast of our third year. At the end of the table where we were sitting Draco suddenly told me to close my eyes and open my mouth. A second later I tasted the coldest, most delicious taste I had ever experienced. It was ice cream. After feeding each other playfully, he again told me to close my eyes, but this time to keep my mouth shut. I felt the warm feel of his lips on mine, kissing them. For the first time I experienced physical affection.
On the train home we had a compartment to ourselves. We spent most of it in each other's arms. Though I had no real feelings for Draco, I was eager to feel that wonderful sensation of being loved like that. So I let him kiss me and feel me..............
A snatch there, a glimpse here, the next years drifted past in rapid succession. Until I met him. He was perfect, why had I not really noticed him before? Maybe because he was a Ravenclaw named Matt. I found out he liked me and for a few months the knowledge was forgotten. Then, he asked me out. I naturally thought the world of him and said yes. Then, a week later he said he didn't have time for a girlfriend because of his studies and his quidditch. And we said good-by. I dreamed of him all the time. Wanting him so bad.......
Ok, I promise to write more soon! Remember to R/R all the time! I want plenty of good stuff! Flaming is also accepted as long as there is a legitimate reason.
A/N: the story of my life (meant figuratively) in wizard world form. Includes Draco-ish characters and other pplz. Les miserable-ish twists and quotes throughout because that is the tightest play ever! (As well as the only Broadway show I've seen)
Disclaimer: I own only the plot. None of the HP characters r mine of course.
However, I DO own Scarlet LeFaye and her mysterious lover Matt (named for another REAL person). I also own any other characters I feel like creating or have sub-consciously created.
Ch. 1 Memories
Step after step I took, thoughts swirling around me, tears fogging my vision. I never had felt more miserable in my life. I was tired, very tired. This was the day that was supposed to be the "happiest" of my life: I was graduating from Hogwarts. However, listening to the sounds of laughter and eagerness coming from where my contemporaries stood, I felt nothing but unimaginable pain and fear. My feet took me to the lake where I sat down and let the memories wash over me..........
I was standing in front of my parents' coffins at their funeral. I was four years old at the time. We had been out boating when a sudden wind picked up. The boat capsized. In the ocean the tides can be in one place and then in another place, not there at all. The current sucked them down into the depths. All of a sudden I was alone on the sea, a little speck of red life jacket with dark brown hair in an ocean of blackness. I remember calling out for hours for them; sobbing when they wouldn't come. Finally, someone in the heard my cries. I was hysterical by that time. Their bodies were recovered the next day and my relatives contacted. My only living relatives were muggles who didn't want any children. So, after the funeral I was sent to a muggle orphanage. There I was so traumatized and fearful of this strange new world that I hid deep inside me that I had ever been a witch. That information was to stay hidden until I was eleven years old............
I was nine years old, and a confused, sad person. All through my childhood things had happened to that I couldn't explain; like the time I made several children feel real pain after they taunted me, or when light bulbs tended to blow up whenever I was angry and nearby, and then there was that dogs would always bark madly at me when I came near. I went for a walk one day and met up with some boys from the orphanage. They taunted me, threw stones and mud clods at me, hit me. I finally collapsed in the mud and lay there sobbing from exhaustion and misery. I lay there in my rags and tatters in the mud until I fell asleep and was found. For not coming back, I was given three days of no food; I was already scrawny and half starved........
Then the day when I got my Hogwarts letter. As I read it the memories came flooding back. How I was really a witch, and everything about the Wizarding world. So I told them I was leaving (they didn't resist for by now they hated me) and went to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies. Of course I remembered how to get there; I had been there countless times as a young child. It turns out the bartender, tom, had been an old friend of my parents, so all I had to do was utter my parents name and immediately I was shown a thousand kindnesses. At first I was alarmed at what he was saying to me as I had never know affection or if I had I had forgotten, but then it got more normal. He sent me on my way and I got all the necessary essentials that were that were on the supply list. I then stayed with him until sep. 1..............
"LeFaye, Scarlet!" My sorting. I remembered it so well..... As the hat slipped over my eyes I was plunged into darkness.
"Ah yes a good mind..... Terribly clever..........a good heart........ But, oh how sad, you haven't known kindness......how difficult..... And of course your signature color is red, a sure sign of a lost soul........" a voice whispered in my ear.
My eyes started to tear at this statement. I had never known kindness!
"Well, I think you would probably fare best in..............SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled.
As I walked towards the Slytherin table I could feel warmth such as I had never felt before. Here was a place where I was not an oddity; instead, I was the norm.
"Maybe here I can have friends. They look all right....... they might accept me." I thought
To think I thought I would ever be happy anywhere! I was so naive.............
The first time I saw Draco Malfoy, he was coming to sit down at the table. Lucky for me the only open space was right next to me. We exchanged a few words. Then, as the night wore on we started talking almost exclusively to each other. We were from completely different backgrounds: he was from a rich old family, and I was from an orphanage. But, at least for a while we confided in each other. As the year wore on we were to become close friends.........
It was the leaving feast of our third year. At the end of the table where we were sitting Draco suddenly told me to close my eyes and open my mouth. A second later I tasted the coldest, most delicious taste I had ever experienced. It was ice cream. After feeding each other playfully, he again told me to close my eyes, but this time to keep my mouth shut. I felt the warm feel of his lips on mine, kissing them. For the first time I experienced physical affection.
On the train home we had a compartment to ourselves. We spent most of it in each other's arms. Though I had no real feelings for Draco, I was eager to feel that wonderful sensation of being loved like that. So I let him kiss me and feel me..............
A snatch there, a glimpse here, the next years drifted past in rapid succession. Until I met him. He was perfect, why had I not really noticed him before? Maybe because he was a Ravenclaw named Matt. I found out he liked me and for a few months the knowledge was forgotten. Then, he asked me out. I naturally thought the world of him and said yes. Then, a week later he said he didn't have time for a girlfriend because of his studies and his quidditch. And we said good-by. I dreamed of him all the time. Wanting him so bad.......
Ok, I promise to write more soon! Remember to R/R all the time! I want plenty of good stuff! Flaming is also accepted as long as there is a legitimate reason.