Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the setting or background
facts. I do however own the main character girl, Andrea. I really do own
her. She is like me in so many ways, and I own myself so HA! Take that J.K
Rowling!
Author's Note: If you think Andrea is a little too morbid, do not fear! This here chapter lifts her moods somewhat. But those who liked morbid sad Andrea do not fear either. Andrea still has her secrets, her reluctances to share. She is not all sunshine. She is the perfect little medium. Well, not entirely perfect. Hmm, I really did base this character a lot on me..
Rating: Ok, just to be safe PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment, cutting and more. Just another fun filled story :::more sarcasm:::
Chapter three
::Flashback::
She opened her apartment door after coming home from a typical High School party. It was 1:00 in the morning and all the lights were off. She could see the curtains blowing in the breeze from the open window. It was cold. She rubbed her bare arms and walked towards the window to close the window. She saw her mother's bedroom door was open. Curious, she walked into the room and saw her mom laying on the bed, still in her work clothes.
She frowned, wondering why her mom would want to sleep in her work clothes, Andrea approached her mom and turned her over to help her still form out of the black suit. A pale lifeless face stared back at her. The beautiful dark locks of her mother's hair fell aside to reveal two bloody puncture wounds on her pale slender neck.
::Flashback ends::
As Andrea recalled this nightmare of a memory, she felt overwhelmingly sick. After emptying all the contents of her stomach into the toilet she closed her eyes in disgust, and tried to control her heaving sobs. Andrea staggered up and washed her face. She composed herself and headed back to the compartment. She really needed to rest.
Andrea opened a compartment door only to realize she had mistook the compartment number and had accidentally stumbled upon Draco Malfoy, and his two cronies. Draco turned to glare at the intruder. Upon realizing whom it was, smiled and said, "Oh back for more I see."
"No. I must have gotten the wrong compartment." Andrea turned to leave but before she could Malfoy stood up, grabbed her hand and said, "I still don't know your name."
Andrea turned, prepared to say something cruel and spiteful. At the last moment however, she decided against it, and thought to herself. 'He seems to like me and, hell, it might benefit me to keep him close.'
So instead she told him her name, "Andrea." 'And you CAN'T call me Andie....' She thought
Draco dropped her hand and sneered, "What a muggle name."
Andrea was taken back. He had seemed so, well nice is an overstatement, but at least decent before and then he returned to his pissy self. She met him with a retort however, "Oh like Draco is such a wonderful name. Were your parents high or something? What is it supposed to mean? Dragon? It sounds more like a nick-name from a bad 80's movie." She laughed at her own crack causing Malfoy to glare at her. "I mean how lame can one name get?"
"I think your compartment is two doors down, mudblood." Malfoy growled. Andrea rolled her eyes and sighed at his stupidity, "Whatever. And I already told you, compared to me, you're the mudblood, jackass." Andrea left the compartment, slamming the door behind her, leaving him fumbling for a come back.
She found Harry, Ron and Hermione all talking quietly when she opened the compartment door. They all sat up quickly and stopped talking. "Welcome back," Ron greeted cheerfully.
"Thanks," Andrea said hesitantly.
"Are you feeling better?" Hermione asked politely.
"Yeah, sort of," Andrea replied taking a seat next to her. They had apparently reconfigured the seating arrangement while she was gone. Ron and Harry now sat side by side across from Hermione and Andrea. They all talked idly for a few minutes with Andrea participating as much as her mind would allow, though her heart begged her to make some close friends. After a while Harry asked, not so subtly, "Andie," Andrea cringed inside at the nickname; she shouldn't have mentioned that, "what did you mean before when you mentioned that you were more pureblood than Malfoy could ever be?"
Andrea pulled back a little, not expecting him to pick up on that. Most people would assume it is just an insult. Could Harry sense there was more meaning to it? "Um, well I just meant that, I, er, both my mother and...." Andrea couldn't get the next word out - that MAN didn't deserve a title like that, but she wanted to come off as normal as possible, so she pushed the queasy feeling aside and said,"...My father are pureblood. And he especially believed in maintaining pure-bloodedness." Hermione blushed a little, knowing that many people looked down on her because of her muggle parents. "Luckily my mother wasn't prejudice like him. No, she was so much better than him."
Hermione smiled, noticing her pride in her mother...but she couldn't hold back her curiosity. There was something Andrea said that Hermione had to ask about, "Was?"
Andrea knew she was talking about her mom. She nodded, "Yeah, was. She..." She paused, not liking the subject. "She's dead." Andrea looked into her lap. She didn't want to cry again, not here. And she didn't want to throw up either.
Andrea felt a hand go down over her own, and she involuntarily flinched and pulled back, looking up to the one trying to comfort her - Harry. "I know what it is like to lose a parent," he comforted, his hand still on hers.
"Your mom is gone too?" Andrea asked as if she had never met anyone without parents either.
Harry glanced down, "No, actually both my mum and dad are." Andrea felt sorry for him, and felt bad about forcing him into saying it. She knew that she didn't like it. He had lost both parents. Although she never even had both, only her mom.
"How?" She regretted pushing it further. Not only was what she said rude, but if he shared, it might come around to her doing the same and she didn't want that. She pulled her hand away from his grip. It had been resting there way too long for Andrea's liking.
Harry, Hermione and Ron had all looked surprised when Andrea asked 'how'. "Don't you already know?" Hermione asked incredulously.
Andrea shot back to Hermione defensively, "Why would I?"
"Because this is Harry Potter, You know - the boy who lived!" Ron asked her, flabbergasted.
After a few seconds Andrea's eyes filled with realization. Why hadn't she seen it before? Andrea noticed the scar behind his thick bangs for the first time. It was intriguing, almost beautiful in it's own way. A symbol of death, suffering and absolute love all at once. Andrea felt sorry for him, almost guilty. He never knew his parents like she knew her mom. Although, he can at least stand proud of them both.
Andrea was too ashamed to even mention her "father". She, hadn't grown up with him around, but when her mother told her who he was, she had nearly fainted. Why would such a wonderful woman like her mother ever fall for someone like him. Once he found out her mom was pregnant, he left.
Andrea knew one thing for sure; she wouldn't have to worry about him while she was at Hogwarts. She could start a new reputation without him involved. Right then and there, Andrea made a resolution. 'That's it! I will start over. No one knows about me here, and I'll make sure that they never do. The best way to keep that out of my new social life would be to act like nothing had ever happened. I'll make friends, try to fit in and act happy. From now on, I will act like a normal 15 year old.'
Andrea was surprised that she hadn't figured this out before. 'Now what were they talking about before? Oh yeah, Harry Potter.' "Oh, I'm sorry. I should've recognized you. I never really paid attention to the wizarding news. I was more involved in muggle political television such as MSNBC and CNN." Andrea laughed at herself, "A little weird I know - my friend Charlotte used to tease me about it too - but I liked to know what was going on in the democracy I lived in."
Hermione, Harry and Ron were giving her odd look. Suddenly Andrea started smiling broadly, which surprised them at first. Hermione was the first to react, "No, no, that's not weird. I can really relate to that feeling." She shot a look to Harry and Ron knowing that they would laugh, and they did.
"If anyone could, it would be you Hermione." Andrea laughed too and realized she had missed just being able to laugh with someone. She hadn't allowed herself be happy for months after her mother died. She didn't think she deserved happiness. What right did she have to be happy while her mother was...dead...? Andrea now realized she just pitied herself, which she had a right to. But if it ruined her life, she supposed not.
A.N. Boring chapter, I know. But Andrea had to have that little revelation. I hope you like the next chapter better.
Author's Note: If you think Andrea is a little too morbid, do not fear! This here chapter lifts her moods somewhat. But those who liked morbid sad Andrea do not fear either. Andrea still has her secrets, her reluctances to share. She is not all sunshine. She is the perfect little medium. Well, not entirely perfect. Hmm, I really did base this character a lot on me..
Rating: Ok, just to be safe PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment, cutting and more. Just another fun filled story :::more sarcasm:::
Chapter three
::Flashback::
She opened her apartment door after coming home from a typical High School party. It was 1:00 in the morning and all the lights were off. She could see the curtains blowing in the breeze from the open window. It was cold. She rubbed her bare arms and walked towards the window to close the window. She saw her mother's bedroom door was open. Curious, she walked into the room and saw her mom laying on the bed, still in her work clothes.
She frowned, wondering why her mom would want to sleep in her work clothes, Andrea approached her mom and turned her over to help her still form out of the black suit. A pale lifeless face stared back at her. The beautiful dark locks of her mother's hair fell aside to reveal two bloody puncture wounds on her pale slender neck.
::Flashback ends::
As Andrea recalled this nightmare of a memory, she felt overwhelmingly sick. After emptying all the contents of her stomach into the toilet she closed her eyes in disgust, and tried to control her heaving sobs. Andrea staggered up and washed her face. She composed herself and headed back to the compartment. She really needed to rest.
Andrea opened a compartment door only to realize she had mistook the compartment number and had accidentally stumbled upon Draco Malfoy, and his two cronies. Draco turned to glare at the intruder. Upon realizing whom it was, smiled and said, "Oh back for more I see."
"No. I must have gotten the wrong compartment." Andrea turned to leave but before she could Malfoy stood up, grabbed her hand and said, "I still don't know your name."
Andrea turned, prepared to say something cruel and spiteful. At the last moment however, she decided against it, and thought to herself. 'He seems to like me and, hell, it might benefit me to keep him close.'
So instead she told him her name, "Andrea." 'And you CAN'T call me Andie....' She thought
Draco dropped her hand and sneered, "What a muggle name."
Andrea was taken back. He had seemed so, well nice is an overstatement, but at least decent before and then he returned to his pissy self. She met him with a retort however, "Oh like Draco is such a wonderful name. Were your parents high or something? What is it supposed to mean? Dragon? It sounds more like a nick-name from a bad 80's movie." She laughed at her own crack causing Malfoy to glare at her. "I mean how lame can one name get?"
"I think your compartment is two doors down, mudblood." Malfoy growled. Andrea rolled her eyes and sighed at his stupidity, "Whatever. And I already told you, compared to me, you're the mudblood, jackass." Andrea left the compartment, slamming the door behind her, leaving him fumbling for a come back.
She found Harry, Ron and Hermione all talking quietly when she opened the compartment door. They all sat up quickly and stopped talking. "Welcome back," Ron greeted cheerfully.
"Thanks," Andrea said hesitantly.
"Are you feeling better?" Hermione asked politely.
"Yeah, sort of," Andrea replied taking a seat next to her. They had apparently reconfigured the seating arrangement while she was gone. Ron and Harry now sat side by side across from Hermione and Andrea. They all talked idly for a few minutes with Andrea participating as much as her mind would allow, though her heart begged her to make some close friends. After a while Harry asked, not so subtly, "Andie," Andrea cringed inside at the nickname; she shouldn't have mentioned that, "what did you mean before when you mentioned that you were more pureblood than Malfoy could ever be?"
Andrea pulled back a little, not expecting him to pick up on that. Most people would assume it is just an insult. Could Harry sense there was more meaning to it? "Um, well I just meant that, I, er, both my mother and...." Andrea couldn't get the next word out - that MAN didn't deserve a title like that, but she wanted to come off as normal as possible, so she pushed the queasy feeling aside and said,"...My father are pureblood. And he especially believed in maintaining pure-bloodedness." Hermione blushed a little, knowing that many people looked down on her because of her muggle parents. "Luckily my mother wasn't prejudice like him. No, she was so much better than him."
Hermione smiled, noticing her pride in her mother...but she couldn't hold back her curiosity. There was something Andrea said that Hermione had to ask about, "Was?"
Andrea knew she was talking about her mom. She nodded, "Yeah, was. She..." She paused, not liking the subject. "She's dead." Andrea looked into her lap. She didn't want to cry again, not here. And she didn't want to throw up either.
Andrea felt a hand go down over her own, and she involuntarily flinched and pulled back, looking up to the one trying to comfort her - Harry. "I know what it is like to lose a parent," he comforted, his hand still on hers.
"Your mom is gone too?" Andrea asked as if she had never met anyone without parents either.
Harry glanced down, "No, actually both my mum and dad are." Andrea felt sorry for him, and felt bad about forcing him into saying it. She knew that she didn't like it. He had lost both parents. Although she never even had both, only her mom.
"How?" She regretted pushing it further. Not only was what she said rude, but if he shared, it might come around to her doing the same and she didn't want that. She pulled her hand away from his grip. It had been resting there way too long for Andrea's liking.
Harry, Hermione and Ron had all looked surprised when Andrea asked 'how'. "Don't you already know?" Hermione asked incredulously.
Andrea shot back to Hermione defensively, "Why would I?"
"Because this is Harry Potter, You know - the boy who lived!" Ron asked her, flabbergasted.
After a few seconds Andrea's eyes filled with realization. Why hadn't she seen it before? Andrea noticed the scar behind his thick bangs for the first time. It was intriguing, almost beautiful in it's own way. A symbol of death, suffering and absolute love all at once. Andrea felt sorry for him, almost guilty. He never knew his parents like she knew her mom. Although, he can at least stand proud of them both.
Andrea was too ashamed to even mention her "father". She, hadn't grown up with him around, but when her mother told her who he was, she had nearly fainted. Why would such a wonderful woman like her mother ever fall for someone like him. Once he found out her mom was pregnant, he left.
Andrea knew one thing for sure; she wouldn't have to worry about him while she was at Hogwarts. She could start a new reputation without him involved. Right then and there, Andrea made a resolution. 'That's it! I will start over. No one knows about me here, and I'll make sure that they never do. The best way to keep that out of my new social life would be to act like nothing had ever happened. I'll make friends, try to fit in and act happy. From now on, I will act like a normal 15 year old.'
Andrea was surprised that she hadn't figured this out before. 'Now what were they talking about before? Oh yeah, Harry Potter.' "Oh, I'm sorry. I should've recognized you. I never really paid attention to the wizarding news. I was more involved in muggle political television such as MSNBC and CNN." Andrea laughed at herself, "A little weird I know - my friend Charlotte used to tease me about it too - but I liked to know what was going on in the democracy I lived in."
Hermione, Harry and Ron were giving her odd look. Suddenly Andrea started smiling broadly, which surprised them at first. Hermione was the first to react, "No, no, that's not weird. I can really relate to that feeling." She shot a look to Harry and Ron knowing that they would laugh, and they did.
"If anyone could, it would be you Hermione." Andrea laughed too and realized she had missed just being able to laugh with someone. She hadn't allowed herself be happy for months after her mother died. She didn't think she deserved happiness. What right did she have to be happy while her mother was...dead...? Andrea now realized she just pitied herself, which she had a right to. But if it ruined her life, she supposed not.
A.N. Boring chapter, I know. But Andrea had to have that little revelation. I hope you like the next chapter better.