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*A.N. I kind of forgot to leave a disclaimer, so here it is.*
Dun, Dun, Dun the great and amazing author J.K Rowling is the owner of everything but the plot and Trinity Nation, Sarah and John Billings (they came from the foggy dimensions inside my head.) I don't even own the Lady Angel. Bet you don't who she is. Haha, I do. R and R.
"Wow, Hermione? What's with the threads? You look hot!" A boy named Seamus asked from the door before he moved on to his compartment.
Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's shirt before he could chase after Seamus. "Ron, sit down!"
He sat down.
"So, Herms, why are you dressed like that?" Harry asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Can't I do anything around you guys? I just wanted a change thats all."
Ginny leaned over and said to me, "Before today, Hermione was your average bookworm. You know boring wardrobe, books, no makeup, but same glasses, and probably the books too."
I looked at Hermione, "Very cool." She grinned. I glanced at my own clothes, a green sweater and blue jeans.
"Just help me with my clothes and we'll be best friends." I said sarcastically. They laughed. Yay! Oh yeah, I am in! I felt like jumping up and dancing. Not that I'm good at it mind. I have Friends! I wanted to scream that at the top of my lungs out of the window.
"People, people. I have a few announcements before we begin the feast. We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, allow me to introduce, Professor Black. Cheers were heard throughout the room though mostly from the Gryffindor table.
His name was cleared two years ago, after Wormtail's body was found in a ditch.
"And next it gives me great pleasure to introduce our first transfer student in twenty years. Miss Trinity Nation of Gryffindor!" Hermione and Ginny pushed me up and I stood and waved before I sat down, cherry red in the face. As much as I wanted attention, I still hated being the center of it.
Dumbledore laughed and said, "I hope that you all will do fine in helping her to comfortable in our school." As usual he went over the school rules and then he said, "Dinner is served." in a very dramatic voice.
I had expected servants to bring out platters of food to place on the shiny gold plates but instead they disapeared under all the food piled on them.
"Wow, I guess no one goes hungry around here, huh?"
My table mates laughed, "Nope."
"So, Trinity, where are you from?" Hermione asked.
"Um, well, my uncle owns some land just south of North Hampton"
"Wow, that's cool. You must have some major parties up there huh?" Ron said loudly owning him a punch from Hermione next to him.
"Uh, not really. John is very strict, he doesn't like me to have any fun."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You said you lived with your uncle, where are your parents."
"Harry leave it alone." Hermione said in an undertone.
I shook my head, "No, no it's okay. My parents are dead. Or at least that's what I think they are. I didn't know them, I don't even know their names."
"So who's John?" Ginny asked.
"Oh John? He's my guardian."
"Jeez, that's a mean deal. A guardian that hates you." That was Ron again. I was beginning to like him and his tactfullness.
I laughed and said, "Well, the feeling is pretty mutual."
Dinner was filled with little chit-chat. Ron and Hermione argued about her wardrobe and the coming homework assignments. Ron was saying that since it was their last year at Hogwarts, they could just sail through it without doing anything. Hermione called him an idiotic prat. Then Ron said that she shouldn't wear what she was wearing to which Hermione got mad and demanded why. Ron said it was because she kept getting attention from other boys and he didn't like it. Hermione was red in the face she screamed at Ron and said,
"So now I can't get attention from people who think I'm atractive? Who do you think you are?"
"Herms, I just don't want you to start not likeing me anymore. We've been together forever, and I was hoping we were going to be together forever." It was almost poetic and Hermione bought it. Her big turquoise eyes welled up weith tears and she hugged Ron and kissed him there in front of everyone. People cheered and cat called. Herm brook away panting for breath.
"We will be, Ron Weasley. I love you." She whispered and kissed him again. Ron was grinning like a fool. Harry leaned over and closed his mouth whoch was hanging open.
But Hermione wasn't finished. She pulled his head closer and satred into his eyes. "And don't you ever, ever belive that I will give some other guy that time of day, just because he thinks I'm pretty." He nodded and they kissed again.
I looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco was watching Hermione and Ron, I saw in his eyes a wistfullness and hope. It was a rare moment. Draco was a professional and it had to have been a very strong emotion for him to let down his guard. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table and I followed his gaze. It rested on a very pretty girl. Her hair was brown and hung in curls to her shoulders, I couldn't see her eyes but she was wearing a baby blue dress suit. There was something about her that I didn't like, maybe it was her expression of distaste as she looked on Hermione and Ron, scribbling away on a little pad of paper. How could Draco like anyone like that? I looked at him and jumped in surprise he just smiled and turned back to his own supper.
"Trin?" Ginny was shaking me. I turned and faced her, smiling a little and shrugging my shoulders. I didn't look back at Draco.
At John's house, I had grown used to the prickly feeling in my neck when someoe was watching me, but I wasn't expecting it here. Ron said something and I jumped.
"Woa, girl calm down. I was just asking if you knew what classes you were going to take." He said.
"Nope. Sorry, I don't know. Not until breakfast tomorrow."
He nodded and turned away to whisper something to Harry. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and scowled. "Why is that git watching you?" I asked who and turned but I didn't see anyone looking over at our table.
"Malfoy."
I jumped and turned around again. There he was, watching me.
"Oh. Well that's okay, I thought you meant like some goon intent on killing me." I laughed a little.
Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry looked at me like I was nutzo.
"What?" I asked.
"How is having Draco Malfoy watching you okay?" They all asked at the same time. I could tell that they all disliked liked my first friend.
"Oh, so you don't like him?"
Ron spit out his pumpkin juice. Ginny yelped as the cold sticky liquid landed on her. Hermione slapped Ron as Ginny cleaned up the mess with a spell.
"Like him? No way, hon'. More like arch-enemies, The day that I find that I like Draco in the least bit is the day I sprout a fluffy tail and whiskers."
"Do you like him?" Ginny asked me.
Everyone turned and fixed me with a stern look. My fear of attention sort of kicked in. I became very hot and turned red. "I don't really know him." I lied.
"Good. You don't want to know him, he's Death Eater scum."
I felt the little vein in my temple start to pulse. What if they foud out that I was future leader of the hated Death Eaters? Would they shun me and call me scum? I was determined not to find out, my secret would remain with me. I was silent the rest of the night.
As I unpacked, Ginny was writing a letter. I began to hum my favorite song, the one Sarah used to sing me to sleep with when I was little. I opened the lid of the shoebox that I kept all the little trinkets I had. Inside on top, was a picture of Sarah and me in the kitchen when I was five, we were covered in flour and a leaning four layered cake covered in blue frosting sat on the table in front of us. I remember the room smelling like a donut shop. We had kicked the servants out for a day and then we had taken to attacking the oven. It was supposed to be for John's birthday, but when he came home that night, he looked at the cake and said,
"I'm not eating that. For all I know it could be poison."
Sarah looked so crushed that we never ate the cake, instead we gave it to the servants.
I placed the picture on my bed stand. It made me angry that all my fondest memories were ruined by John and Voldemort. I wish that Voldemort had never exsisted. A lot of people would have lived happy lives. Though I wouldn't have known Sarah, I know that her and John would have been happy even now and probably with a couple kids. Though knowing John... who knows?
When I was younger, I wanted to be a painter. I mean, I still want to be a painter but it's just not possible. I was able to keep two of my favorite pictures. The first, my favorite, was of a beautiful woman. Her hair fell in auburn waves down her back. And she had emerald eyes that glittered like a million faceted jewels. On her left was a black backdrop of war and blood. On the right was an open peaceful field of hope and salvation, where people felt free and laughed and hugged and loved each other. It wasn't a picture of my angel though, because I hadn't even met her when I drew it.
The next picture was a caricature of John. His face was blown up, on a small body. His eyes were bloodshot and steam came out of his ears. He wore a big yellow and purple pokadot clown suit. I laughed out loud and Ginny looked at me.
"What's that?" She asked and moved over onto my bed. I scooted over to give her room and handed over the picture. She laughed and fell off the bed.
"Who is that?" She asked when she could breath again.
"My uncle. I thought that maybe I should have made him wearing a bikini and a flower hat but I just couldn't satnd to draw his hairy body."
Ginny went wide eyed, "You drew this?"
She sounded amazed which kind of confused me, because honestly, they weren't that good. I mean, John always said that they were stupid and threw them away. The two that I had, I'd hidden from him.
"Yeah," I said slowly.
"These are amazing. You should definately be a painter."
I smiled. "I wanted to be, but I don't have choice in what I do."
"Excuse me? It's no one's choice but your's what you do for yourself." She seemed offended that I would let someone choose my own future, but I really had no choice, so I just shrugged.
She grabbed my other one and gasped. "Is this supposed to be you?"
I laughed bitterly. "Yeah right. No way could I look that beauitful."
"Trin." Ginny scoffed. "She looks just like you. Who is she?"
I shrugged. "Don't know. I mean, she could be my... uh, nevermind."
"Oh come on, tell me."
"Uh-uh."
"Trin." She said in this very loud whiny voice and poked me in the stomach. I laughed and pushed her hand away.
She laughed and said evily, "Tell me or else." She held up her index finger. "Death by finger!"
I screamed and ran to the other side of the room laughing.
"Mwahahaha" She chased after me holding her pointer finger with her left hand. I screamed again and leaped on the bed, falling off in the process. I was laughing so hard I didn't have the strength to do anything but grab a pillow and whack her with it before she tackled me. Our efforts were useless, we were laughing so hard.
I guess we were being too loud, because the next thing I knew someone pounded on the door and came in. It was Proffessor McGonnagle and she looked angry. Ginny looked at me and I looked at her and we just started to laugh. She was still pointing her finger at me and I had a pillow raised halfway to her head.
"Girls! This behavior is unseemly at this time of night. Miss Nation, this is your first night here and allready you start a ruckus. And Miss Weasley, you should be setting a better example for the new student, not permitting such a violation of Gryffindor curfue to continue. And you a prefect? Pshaw! I'll let it go this time because it first day back to school and because you are new here, Miss Nation, but after today, no more." She left without a single by your leave.
"That was quite a speech, Mrs. Rickter." Ginny said sarcastically. We laughed again, but got up and straightened the room.
We didn't say anything more about the portrait untill a few weeks later. I fit in perfectly with Ginny's group of friends, the only problem I had, was that they all hated Draco Malfoy. They didn't know him like I did, but then I hadn't been through what they had with their enemy. I hadn't seen him at all since the feast day, well I had, but he hadn't smiled at me.
"So, Trin, are you in for the Monthly Bang?" Ron asked. Ron, I had learned, was a big prankster. He didn't used to be, but since his brother, Fred had died in the Masacre of Brinley Square he had taken up the famous twins' legacy. (A/N: I am so sorry, but it had to be. Don't hate me, he was one of my favorite characters too.)
"Excuse me?"
"The 'Monthly Bang', the first big prank of the year so far and the first of October's pranks." Said Ron. He was incredulous that I didn't know what the 'Monthly Bang' was. I'm sorry but Ron needed to lighten up.
"October's bang prank is the starting point for all the pranks that happen through out the year. It has to be major and origional, something never beem done before." They began to explain to me the history of The Monthly Bang. It turned out that it was invented in the early seventeen hundreds but had died out after the generation of bookworm, goody two shoe people. Harry and Ron had discovered the information out of Hogwarts: A history, the very first time they had read it and decided that it would be great to resurect an old tradition.
"The only problem, this year is we don't have any idea what to do."
I grinned evily. "Don't worry about it at all. The Queen of Pranks and Practical Jokes is here."
They all cheered.
"Okay, this is what you do..."
***Hahahahahahahahha! Cliffy! Don't worry you won't get many of them, I just couldn't think of anything for a prank, a little help might be nice.
Disclaimer: Anything you don't recognise is mine!
Oh and I'd like to thank everyone for the thousands of reviews I've recieved. Hey it's not rocket science, if you like my story, leave a nice little review that I'll cherish. If you don't like it, hey leave a little review anyway, tell me what you don't like. Just review!***
*A.N. I kind of forgot to leave a disclaimer, so here it is.*
Dun, Dun, Dun the great and amazing author J.K Rowling is the owner of everything but the plot and Trinity Nation, Sarah and John Billings (they came from the foggy dimensions inside my head.) I don't even own the Lady Angel. Bet you don't who she is. Haha, I do. R and R.
"Wow, Hermione? What's with the threads? You look hot!" A boy named Seamus asked from the door before he moved on to his compartment.
Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's shirt before he could chase after Seamus. "Ron, sit down!"
He sat down.
"So, Herms, why are you dressed like that?" Harry asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Can't I do anything around you guys? I just wanted a change thats all."
Ginny leaned over and said to me, "Before today, Hermione was your average bookworm. You know boring wardrobe, books, no makeup, but same glasses, and probably the books too."
I looked at Hermione, "Very cool." She grinned. I glanced at my own clothes, a green sweater and blue jeans.
"Just help me with my clothes and we'll be best friends." I said sarcastically. They laughed. Yay! Oh yeah, I am in! I felt like jumping up and dancing. Not that I'm good at it mind. I have Friends! I wanted to scream that at the top of my lungs out of the window.
"People, people. I have a few announcements before we begin the feast. We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, allow me to introduce, Professor Black. Cheers were heard throughout the room though mostly from the Gryffindor table.
His name was cleared two years ago, after Wormtail's body was found in a ditch.
"And next it gives me great pleasure to introduce our first transfer student in twenty years. Miss Trinity Nation of Gryffindor!" Hermione and Ginny pushed me up and I stood and waved before I sat down, cherry red in the face. As much as I wanted attention, I still hated being the center of it.
Dumbledore laughed and said, "I hope that you all will do fine in helping her to comfortable in our school." As usual he went over the school rules and then he said, "Dinner is served." in a very dramatic voice.
I had expected servants to bring out platters of food to place on the shiny gold plates but instead they disapeared under all the food piled on them.
"Wow, I guess no one goes hungry around here, huh?"
My table mates laughed, "Nope."
"So, Trinity, where are you from?" Hermione asked.
"Um, well, my uncle owns some land just south of North Hampton"
"Wow, that's cool. You must have some major parties up there huh?" Ron said loudly owning him a punch from Hermione next to him.
"Uh, not really. John is very strict, he doesn't like me to have any fun."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You said you lived with your uncle, where are your parents."
"Harry leave it alone." Hermione said in an undertone.
I shook my head, "No, no it's okay. My parents are dead. Or at least that's what I think they are. I didn't know them, I don't even know their names."
"So who's John?" Ginny asked.
"Oh John? He's my guardian."
"Jeez, that's a mean deal. A guardian that hates you." That was Ron again. I was beginning to like him and his tactfullness.
I laughed and said, "Well, the feeling is pretty mutual."
Dinner was filled with little chit-chat. Ron and Hermione argued about her wardrobe and the coming homework assignments. Ron was saying that since it was their last year at Hogwarts, they could just sail through it without doing anything. Hermione called him an idiotic prat. Then Ron said that she shouldn't wear what she was wearing to which Hermione got mad and demanded why. Ron said it was because she kept getting attention from other boys and he didn't like it. Hermione was red in the face she screamed at Ron and said,
"So now I can't get attention from people who think I'm atractive? Who do you think you are?"
"Herms, I just don't want you to start not likeing me anymore. We've been together forever, and I was hoping we were going to be together forever." It was almost poetic and Hermione bought it. Her big turquoise eyes welled up weith tears and she hugged Ron and kissed him there in front of everyone. People cheered and cat called. Herm brook away panting for breath.
"We will be, Ron Weasley. I love you." She whispered and kissed him again. Ron was grinning like a fool. Harry leaned over and closed his mouth whoch was hanging open.
But Hermione wasn't finished. She pulled his head closer and satred into his eyes. "And don't you ever, ever belive that I will give some other guy that time of day, just because he thinks I'm pretty." He nodded and they kissed again.
I looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco was watching Hermione and Ron, I saw in his eyes a wistfullness and hope. It was a rare moment. Draco was a professional and it had to have been a very strong emotion for him to let down his guard. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table and I followed his gaze. It rested on a very pretty girl. Her hair was brown and hung in curls to her shoulders, I couldn't see her eyes but she was wearing a baby blue dress suit. There was something about her that I didn't like, maybe it was her expression of distaste as she looked on Hermione and Ron, scribbling away on a little pad of paper. How could Draco like anyone like that? I looked at him and jumped in surprise he just smiled and turned back to his own supper.
"Trin?" Ginny was shaking me. I turned and faced her, smiling a little and shrugging my shoulders. I didn't look back at Draco.
At John's house, I had grown used to the prickly feeling in my neck when someoe was watching me, but I wasn't expecting it here. Ron said something and I jumped.
"Woa, girl calm down. I was just asking if you knew what classes you were going to take." He said.
"Nope. Sorry, I don't know. Not until breakfast tomorrow."
He nodded and turned away to whisper something to Harry. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and scowled. "Why is that git watching you?" I asked who and turned but I didn't see anyone looking over at our table.
"Malfoy."
I jumped and turned around again. There he was, watching me.
"Oh. Well that's okay, I thought you meant like some goon intent on killing me." I laughed a little.
Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry looked at me like I was nutzo.
"What?" I asked.
"How is having Draco Malfoy watching you okay?" They all asked at the same time. I could tell that they all disliked liked my first friend.
"Oh, so you don't like him?"
Ron spit out his pumpkin juice. Ginny yelped as the cold sticky liquid landed on her. Hermione slapped Ron as Ginny cleaned up the mess with a spell.
"Like him? No way, hon'. More like arch-enemies, The day that I find that I like Draco in the least bit is the day I sprout a fluffy tail and whiskers."
"Do you like him?" Ginny asked me.
Everyone turned and fixed me with a stern look. My fear of attention sort of kicked in. I became very hot and turned red. "I don't really know him." I lied.
"Good. You don't want to know him, he's Death Eater scum."
I felt the little vein in my temple start to pulse. What if they foud out that I was future leader of the hated Death Eaters? Would they shun me and call me scum? I was determined not to find out, my secret would remain with me. I was silent the rest of the night.
As I unpacked, Ginny was writing a letter. I began to hum my favorite song, the one Sarah used to sing me to sleep with when I was little. I opened the lid of the shoebox that I kept all the little trinkets I had. Inside on top, was a picture of Sarah and me in the kitchen when I was five, we were covered in flour and a leaning four layered cake covered in blue frosting sat on the table in front of us. I remember the room smelling like a donut shop. We had kicked the servants out for a day and then we had taken to attacking the oven. It was supposed to be for John's birthday, but when he came home that night, he looked at the cake and said,
"I'm not eating that. For all I know it could be poison."
Sarah looked so crushed that we never ate the cake, instead we gave it to the servants.
I placed the picture on my bed stand. It made me angry that all my fondest memories were ruined by John and Voldemort. I wish that Voldemort had never exsisted. A lot of people would have lived happy lives. Though I wouldn't have known Sarah, I know that her and John would have been happy even now and probably with a couple kids. Though knowing John... who knows?
When I was younger, I wanted to be a painter. I mean, I still want to be a painter but it's just not possible. I was able to keep two of my favorite pictures. The first, my favorite, was of a beautiful woman. Her hair fell in auburn waves down her back. And she had emerald eyes that glittered like a million faceted jewels. On her left was a black backdrop of war and blood. On the right was an open peaceful field of hope and salvation, where people felt free and laughed and hugged and loved each other. It wasn't a picture of my angel though, because I hadn't even met her when I drew it.
The next picture was a caricature of John. His face was blown up, on a small body. His eyes were bloodshot and steam came out of his ears. He wore a big yellow and purple pokadot clown suit. I laughed out loud and Ginny looked at me.
"What's that?" She asked and moved over onto my bed. I scooted over to give her room and handed over the picture. She laughed and fell off the bed.
"Who is that?" She asked when she could breath again.
"My uncle. I thought that maybe I should have made him wearing a bikini and a flower hat but I just couldn't satnd to draw his hairy body."
Ginny went wide eyed, "You drew this?"
She sounded amazed which kind of confused me, because honestly, they weren't that good. I mean, John always said that they were stupid and threw them away. The two that I had, I'd hidden from him.
"Yeah," I said slowly.
"These are amazing. You should definately be a painter."
I smiled. "I wanted to be, but I don't have choice in what I do."
"Excuse me? It's no one's choice but your's what you do for yourself." She seemed offended that I would let someone choose my own future, but I really had no choice, so I just shrugged.
She grabbed my other one and gasped. "Is this supposed to be you?"
I laughed bitterly. "Yeah right. No way could I look that beauitful."
"Trin." Ginny scoffed. "She looks just like you. Who is she?"
I shrugged. "Don't know. I mean, she could be my... uh, nevermind."
"Oh come on, tell me."
"Uh-uh."
"Trin." She said in this very loud whiny voice and poked me in the stomach. I laughed and pushed her hand away.
She laughed and said evily, "Tell me or else." She held up her index finger. "Death by finger!"
I screamed and ran to the other side of the room laughing.
"Mwahahaha" She chased after me holding her pointer finger with her left hand. I screamed again and leaped on the bed, falling off in the process. I was laughing so hard I didn't have the strength to do anything but grab a pillow and whack her with it before she tackled me. Our efforts were useless, we were laughing so hard.
I guess we were being too loud, because the next thing I knew someone pounded on the door and came in. It was Proffessor McGonnagle and she looked angry. Ginny looked at me and I looked at her and we just started to laugh. She was still pointing her finger at me and I had a pillow raised halfway to her head.
"Girls! This behavior is unseemly at this time of night. Miss Nation, this is your first night here and allready you start a ruckus. And Miss Weasley, you should be setting a better example for the new student, not permitting such a violation of Gryffindor curfue to continue. And you a prefect? Pshaw! I'll let it go this time because it first day back to school and because you are new here, Miss Nation, but after today, no more." She left without a single by your leave.
"That was quite a speech, Mrs. Rickter." Ginny said sarcastically. We laughed again, but got up and straightened the room.
We didn't say anything more about the portrait untill a few weeks later. I fit in perfectly with Ginny's group of friends, the only problem I had, was that they all hated Draco Malfoy. They didn't know him like I did, but then I hadn't been through what they had with their enemy. I hadn't seen him at all since the feast day, well I had, but he hadn't smiled at me.
"So, Trin, are you in for the Monthly Bang?" Ron asked. Ron, I had learned, was a big prankster. He didn't used to be, but since his brother, Fred had died in the Masacre of Brinley Square he had taken up the famous twins' legacy. (A/N: I am so sorry, but it had to be. Don't hate me, he was one of my favorite characters too.)
"Excuse me?"
"The 'Monthly Bang', the first big prank of the year so far and the first of October's pranks." Said Ron. He was incredulous that I didn't know what the 'Monthly Bang' was. I'm sorry but Ron needed to lighten up.
"October's bang prank is the starting point for all the pranks that happen through out the year. It has to be major and origional, something never beem done before." They began to explain to me the history of The Monthly Bang. It turned out that it was invented in the early seventeen hundreds but had died out after the generation of bookworm, goody two shoe people. Harry and Ron had discovered the information out of Hogwarts: A history, the very first time they had read it and decided that it would be great to resurect an old tradition.
"The only problem, this year is we don't have any idea what to do."
I grinned evily. "Don't worry about it at all. The Queen of Pranks and Practical Jokes is here."
They all cheered.
"Okay, this is what you do..."
***Hahahahahahahahha! Cliffy! Don't worry you won't get many of them, I just couldn't think of anything for a prank, a little help might be nice.
Disclaimer: Anything you don't recognise is mine!
Oh and I'd like to thank everyone for the thousands of reviews I've recieved. Hey it's not rocket science, if you like my story, leave a nice little review that I'll cherish. If you don't like it, hey leave a little review anyway, tell me what you don't like. Just review!***