AN: I admit!!! I'm kinda stealing stuff!!! But, I gave it my twist!!! I like cheese!!!! ENJOY!!!! My second PG-13 Story!!!! FIRST STORY WITH A PLOT!!! WELL, A GOOD ONE!!!!
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*************** Chapter 1 *************
I woke up in the Griffindor 6th year Girls dormitory to hear complete silence. I groaned, knowing that my dorm mates had left me, obviously going to breakfast. Knowing that I was probably late, I rushed to the bathroom to get ready.
After washing my face, I looked at myself in the mirror. My long auburn hair was soaked and my pale skin looked even paler from the cold that was coming from the slightly open door. I had hazel eyes, which were unlike the normal Weasley eyes.
If you haven't guessed already, I'm Virginia "Ginny" Weasley. The youngest and only girl my parents had. I have 6, yes 6, older brothers and no pets that I know of. I live in a usually busy house, and I'm normally ignored. They only remember me because I'm the only girl.
In the first year, I was possessed by Voldermort. People found out, which made things harder for me. I have really only one good friend and that's Emily. She said she didn't care about first year and that we should move on. We're the best of friends, but she can be a bitch sometimes.
I put on my robes and grabbed my bag, knowing that there wasn't time for breakfast, and ran to my first class, potions. I had been skipped in some classes and I took Potions, Herboligy, and Care of Magical Creatures with the 7th years. I sat next to Emily just before Snape came in.
Emily looks like she's constantly happy. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. She has pale skin and is about average height. She's always smiling, except when she cries. She can be screaming at you and still smile.
"I don't know why they skipped her," I heard a voice whisper. "She's completely useless."
****************************** Another character POV ************************
I woke up and frowned at the sunlight coming through the windows.
Damn house elves, I thought, going into the bathroom. I hated the sun. It was so HAPPY and NICE looking. I scowled and took my shower.
I washed my face and looked at myself. I looked HORRIBLE, but everyone said I was beautiful. I had long black hair that I got from my mother and my father's gray-green eyes. I had a nice light brown color of skin, but anyone has nice skin. It's just skin! Skin that bruised!
That made me mad and I glared at my mirror. Angry at the sight, I punched the mirror and watched as it cracked, blood on some if it. I didn't even flinch when I hit the glass.
I walked into my room and put on my black fishnets and my black pants with safety pins on them. I put on my black halter and walked to the infirmary, knowing I'd be sent out anyway. Madame Phomphery didn't even warn me or ask questions. She just healed my hand and let me leave.
I walked into Potions class on time, sitting in the back next to Draco Malfoy. I guess I forgot to introduce myself to you sad people. I'm Belinda Cyrce Lander. Let me break it down for you:
Belinda = beautiful snake
Cyrce = A Goddess with a complex character and having several functions. The Dark aspects of the Great Goddess.
Lander = Lion Man
So basically, my life was screwed up from birth. Like most pureblood families, my parents had an arranged marriage. They didn't love each other, but had to deal with it. I have an older brother, but I don't know where he is.
I was a mistake, as my father so happily tells me many times. They didn't want another child. My father wanted to kill me once he found out, but my mother wasn't that cruel. Sometimes, I think my father had a good idea. But, we won't get into that.
The boy next to me is Draco Malfoy. He's the only person I talk to. Willingly might I add. Many girls think that there's something between us, but they're wrong. He is quite handsome though. He has light blonde hair and gray eyes that hide his emotions. He has a nice build and quite pale skin, but I've never thought of him as a possible boyfriend.
"There's the Weasel," Draco said, watching the Weasley girl walk in. Not soon after, so did Snape.
"Bet they were screwing," I told him as Snape started talking. "I don't know why they let her in here anyway."
"Miss Lander," Snape called, looking at me as though I had interrupted something important. "What, may I ask, is so important that you have to disrupt my lesson."
No, you may not ask, I thought, but said nothing aloud.
"Can you at least say SOMETHING Miss Lander so that we know you're alive," Snape said, obviously not in the mood for this.
I blinked at him. There, you know I'm alive, I thought.
"Well if you can't talk," Snape went on, "then I guess you won't mind a weeks detention."
Draco's hand shot up at that. "Yes, Mister Malfoy?" Snape asked.
"Miss Lander has three years worth of detention already for the other teachers and she told me that you were quite oblivious to the fact that she's blinking, so she's in fact, alive." This caused some snickering, but that didn't last long.
"So she told you all of this?" Snape drawled.
"Not really," Draco said, "but I figured it out."
Snape turned and kept talking, though you could tell he was pissed at Draco for sticking up for me.
***************************** Back to Ginny *********************
I was getting my ingredients ready when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a piece of paper fall on my desk. Looking away, I opened the note and read it. It said:
DIE WEASLEY!!
~ Belinda
PS: I hope your cauldron melts
I balled it up and went back to work. Belinda was a cold hearted Slytherin girl. She was really insensitive and always talked about people. Well, to Draco at least. She never spoke to anyone except Draco. That's why she was always in trouble.
"I think you need to put it in now," a voice said in my ear. I looked next to me and saw Neville Longbottom. Neville had changed over the years. He had cut his hair so it was short and pierced his right ear, wearing a stud. He had light blue-gray eyes and had gotten muscles over the summer, working outside.
We are still the best of friends though. We had gone out in my third year, but we haven't done anything like that since. Many thought we'd hook up, but we never did.
"Thanks," I told him, putting the ingredient in. Since all my potion had to do was simmer, I looked around the room.
In the back, were Draco Malfoy and Belinda talking. They saw me and Belinda gave me the finger, not even bothering to stop talking. I rolled my eyes and looked towards the front of the room. I saw 'The Dream Team' sitting in the front corner.
The Dream Team is made up of three people. First, Harry's really the hero of the group. He has green eyes, jet black hair, and pale skin. I had a crush on him in my early years. No one has let me forget it.
Then, There's Hermione, the bookworm. She has long brown hair, brown eyes and pale skin. She likes to study really. There's a tie between highest grades, well, according to the teachers: It's between her, Malfoy, and Lander. How she got good grades, no one will ever know!
Lastly, there's my brother Ron. Ron is the youngest boy. We were close, but not anymore. He has the Weasley read hair, brown eyes, and pale skin with freckles. He's been called the sidekick. Though, it is kind of true since he IS always around Harry. But, I just wouldn't say it to his face.
They caught me looking and leaned closer, obviously talking about something secret. I rolled my eyes and made sure that my cauldron wasn't melting, bored.
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"So you can do something," Snape murmured as he looked at my cauldron at the end of class.
I blinked at him, not saying a word.
"You should really say something before someone takes that the wrong way," he said before going to another table.
"You should stop thinking about your students like that," I said, smirking at his back.
I can do more than everyone thinks I can. I could read minds, move things with my thoughts, even make things explode. Only the ministry and Dumbledore know, though. My parents too, but it's not like they care.
"What's he thinking?" Draco asked, smirking at the teachers back.
"He thinks I'm hot," I told him, smirking just like him. "Too bad I don't feel the same."
I watched as Professor Snape looked at the mini Weasel's cauldron.
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Snape had just finished checking my potion, when the bell rang. Everyone grabbed their bags and walked out the room. Well, not before Snape gave us a six-foot long essay. I walked outside to my next class Herbiology.
"So," Emily started. "I heard that Belinda was skipping."
"And?" I asked, wondering why Emily was telling me this.
"I heard Draco was going with her," she said as we walked outside. "I bet they're shagging right now."
"Why should I care?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"I just wanted you to know," she said angrily. I had obviously upset her.
"Sorry," I told her. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
She opened her mouth to say something, when we heard a voice say "MOMMY!". Ignoring it, we kept walking. Then, something hit the back of my leg and I fell flat on my face.
"MOMMY!" a muffled voice said. "I was looking for you and I got lost!"
"Huh?" I asked, sitting up. I looked to see a small girl, probably no older then six. She had strawberry blonde locks and her eyes were a light golden color. She had pale skin and you could tell she was a Weasley because she had freckles scattered across her cheeks.
She was wearing a green sundress with silver hearts all over it. She also had on green tennis shoes on her tiny feet. She looked extremely cute.
"I'm not your mother," I told her. "I don't have any kids. I don't even have a boyfriend."
"Yes you are!" she told me, arguing. "They showed me your picture. You look just like mommy did when she was little."
"Look," I said uneasily. "I'll take you to the headmaster. He'll know what to do."
"But Gin," Emily said, speaking since the girl showed up. "You'll miss class."
"Just tell the Professor I went to the headmaster," I told her grabbing the girls hand. As we walked away, I asked, "What's your name?"
"Angel," she told me, grinning. "And you're mommy."
*************************** You figure it out *************************
I was walking around in the common room, absolutely bored. Draco had decided that he wanted to take a shower. After a while, I shut his thoughts out because I didn't like what he was thinking. So, after much thought, I decided to go to the kitchens.
I was walking down the hall when I heard a voice cry out, "Mummy!". I just ignored it and kept walking. Well, that was until someone knocked me over. I looked to see a small child, no older then six.
She had long black hair and light brown skin. She had blue-green eyes that were a light color and you could tell she had dimples. She had on a blue sundress with purple hearts all over it. She even had matching blue shoes. Annoyed, I pushed her off of me and onto the floor.
"Beat it kid," I told her standing.
She stood up and KICKED, let me repeat, KICKED me in the shin.
"Shove it," she told me, putting her hands on her hips. "You're my mother, so grow up and act like it."
"You little brat," I said, grabbing her by the arms and shaking her. "Who set this up? It was the Weasel wasn't it. That little bitch."
Then, she had the nerve to slap my hand and say, "Don't swear. I'm only six."
"I'm taking you to the headmaster, you little squib. What the hell is your name anyway?"
I dragged her to the statue, where she said, "Desdemona, you idiot. You should know your own daughters name."
I pushed her inside and dragged her to the stairs.
"When I'm older, I'll make sure to drown you after birth."
"Please," the girl said before I knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice from inside said.
**************************** GINNY POV *************************
***************** I LUV CAPS LOCK!!!! ********************
I looked at the door to see Belinda and some little girl. They both looked extremely pissed off at one another.
"So good to see you Miss Lander," the elderly wizard said at his desk. That would be Albus Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards of our time. You could tell he was a very wise man by his long white beard and pale wrinkled skin that showed his age. But, his light blue eyes that twinkled showed the opposite.
"Albus," Belinda said in a soft voice. The very first time I've ever heard her speak. "Would you mind disposing of this runt for me?"
"You talk about me like I'm not here," the small child complained.
"You shouldn't be," she told the little girl. "And I know you're lying. Who in the world would name a DOG, let alone a CHILD, Desdemona?"
"Hi Mona!" Angel said happily from her seat next to me.
"Hi Ann!" Mona said back to her, walking over. "Sorry I left you, but you were taking too long."
"Please sit Belinda," Albus said, gesturing to an empty chair. "Let them explain it to us."
"Fine," she said, sitting next to Mona in the last empty chair.
"You tell them Angel," Mona said.
"Fine," the girl told her friend, obviously wanting to talk. "We were sent back in time to help mommy and Daddy from the bad man."
"Who's the bad man?" I asked, curious.
"He's bad," Angel hissed. "He hurt uncle Wonny."
"Speak English you idiot!" Belinda snapped, making the girls eyes well up with tears.
"It's okay," I said, hugging the crying girl. I shot Belinda a glare, to which she just rolled her eyes.
"What do we do with these brats?" Belinda asked, obviously not wanting to stay any longer. "I have people waiting for me."
"You have to watch them," the headmaster told us. "Maybe try and get a clear answer out of them. We need to figure out what she meant."
"She meant that we have a mission to do," Mona said, eating candy that she had in her pocket. "We were sent to help mommy and daddy with the bad man. If we don't, then everything goes wrong and we won't be here."
"Fine," Belinda snapped. "Come on pipsqueak, we're going to play hide-and seek. You hide forever, and I DON'T look for you." She stood up and went to the door, holding it open for the little girl.
They left the room, closing the door while Angel cried her eyes out.
********************************** Belinda POV!! DUH!!! ************************
After dragging little Miss Mona to the common room I forced her to sit and gave her the ground rules.
"Rule number 1," I told her. "Don't call me mother in public. Call me Belinda or something, not Mommy. Rule number 2, you must stay by me at all times. Rule number 3, stay in my room unless directed not to. Rule number 4, no candy." I took the sucker out of her mouth.
"Why?" she asked, pouting.
"Because Lander's don't eat candy," I told the girl. "Rots your teeth. And don't pout, it makes you look silly."
"Makes who look silly?" Draco asked. He was standing by a wall, his arms crossed. He had put on a clean black shirt and slacks to wear to lunch.
"Hi," Mona said, turning around in her chair to face him. "I'm Desdemona. You're Uncle Draco."
"What's with the kid?" Draco asked, walking over to me.
"She claims to be my child," I told him. "She said she came from the future."
"Oh," Draco said, looking her over. "You look related."
"Just forget it," I said, hearing the bell ring. "It's Lunch time, let's go."
So all three of us walked down the hall, heading for the great hall.
************************** Guess who's next? Next POV! Ginny's Next! Tell some men!!! Give me cash, give me cash, give me cash! *****************
No one noticed Angel as we walked in. I sat her in a seat next to me and sat down next to Ron.
"Who's that?" Emily asked, sitting across from me.
"Angel," I told her, not wanting to go into the story.
"Who's she?" Ron asked, noticing Angel.
"I'm Angel," she said, "and I'm six years old. How old are you?"
"17," he told her, his eyebrows lowered.
"That's old," the six year old told him. "My daddy should be your age."
"Where's your daddy?" Hermione asked.
"Somewhere. I forgot where he was."
"Well," Neville said, talking softly to the little girl. "I can under stand that. Is he in here?"
"Yeah," the little girl said, looking around. "There he is."
I looked at where she had pointed her tiny finger and almost choked.
***************************** Guess whose back? Back again? Belinda's back! Tell some men! Chicken shack, chicken shack, chicken shack! *********************
Would you stop it?" I hissed at the six year old next to me. "I said no sweets!"
"But that's not fair," she said, pouting again. "Daddy let's me have sweets!"
"Well, your Dad's not here," I grwoled. "I am! Deal with it."
"Daddy is here," she told me smugly.
"Oh yeah?" Draco asked, interest. "Where?"
"Over there," she said, pointing to the farthest table.
I looked and at who she was pointing at and had the sudden urge to stab her.
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