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Why d'you have to go and make things so complicated I see the way your actin' like you're somebody else gets me frustrated -Avril Laivgne-Complicated
DISCLAIMER: Don't sue me cuz I don't know nothin' and I don't own nothin'. (Anything you recognise doesn't belong to me.) I am not J.K. Rowling. Got it.
Summary: Sarah Smith has just moved in next door to the Dursleys. Need I add more? Read and review.
It's a damn cold night. Tryin' to figure out this life.
Sarah Smith looked out of her window of no. 5 Privet Drive and a tear fell down her cheek. She missed her home in Dublin, Ireland a lot.
The reason she had to move to Britain was because her father worked in the ministry of magic and because of Voldemort's rise he had been transferred to help in the fight against him. [Damn Voldemort. He's too darn evil.]
He was one of the few that actually accepted that he (Voldemort) was back, unlike the minister of magic himself, Cornelius Fudge. [Fudge. Hmmm. Chocolate fudge.]
The reason she had awoken was because she was very homesick. She had only been here a few hours and she felt like she had enough. She wanted to go home to her friends.
Cause nothin's goin' right and Everything's a mess and no one Likes to be alone
Her friends she thought. She would probably never see most of them again. The reason for this was obvious. Voldemort.
Ugh. Why did he have to make things so complicated? [I luv dat song]
Why is every thing so confusing? Maybe I'm just out of my mind
2 "Well since it's nearly six and I won't get back to sleep I may as well get up and have breakfast." She thought to herself.
But then out of the corner of her eye she spotted the book "Hogwarts a History".
[Cough**who will have sumtin in common wit Hermione**]
"Well since I have to go there I probably may as well know something about the school. I don't want to look like a complete idiot when I am there. "
She actually had had this book for weeks but she had avoided picking it up because it made her realise the hard reality. She was leaving DraĆocht ( dreee-uct ) Academy of Magic.
After a few hours of light, ha ha yeah right, ok rather heavy reading her mother knocked at the door came in and said
"Sarah get up because we're going to Diagon Alley because we need to open a bank a/c in Gringotts."
"Dia where? Gringa wha'?" replied Sarah confused.
"GRINGOTTS IN DIAGON ALLEY" responded Mrs. Smith clearly, and "Then at six o'clock we are going door to the Dursleys w-
"Who"
"Our next door neighbours because they, very nicely, invited us for dinner."
"But mam I don't feel lik-"
"Yer going they have a son who would be about your age, maybe you can be friends with him."
"Great!" Sarah said sarcastically.
"I new fwend to pway wit, I take it they're muggles."
"Why?"
"Because I got a glimpse of them when you and Dad were talkin' to them and they look like such perfectionists, they look too. I don't know just too normal to be wizards."
"Ook" said Mrs. Smith "Well I think that you're right they seem like muggles so when we're at their house just don't mention anything, well anything that might lead them to think we're in any way magical, got it?"
"In one" Sarah replied.
Then Mrs.S left the room telling Sarah to hurry because she didn't want be waiting in a large queue in Gringotts so they had better get there early.
[First chapter done. Review pleez. Songs by Avril Laivgne, I'm with you and complicated. Anything you recognise isn't mine okay. On to chapter two. R/r. Harry is in the next chapter]
A/n: The words you don't understand are probably in a different language. :]
Why d'you have to go and make things so complicated I see the way your actin' like you're somebody else gets me frustrated -Avril Laivgne-Complicated
DISCLAIMER: Don't sue me cuz I don't know nothin' and I don't own nothin'. (Anything you recognise doesn't belong to me.) I am not J.K. Rowling. Got it.
Summary: Sarah Smith has just moved in next door to the Dursleys. Need I add more? Read and review.
It's a damn cold night. Tryin' to figure out this life.
Sarah Smith looked out of her window of no. 5 Privet Drive and a tear fell down her cheek. She missed her home in Dublin, Ireland a lot.
The reason she had to move to Britain was because her father worked in the ministry of magic and because of Voldemort's rise he had been transferred to help in the fight against him. [Damn Voldemort. He's too darn evil.]
He was one of the few that actually accepted that he (Voldemort) was back, unlike the minister of magic himself, Cornelius Fudge. [Fudge. Hmmm. Chocolate fudge.]
The reason she had awoken was because she was very homesick. She had only been here a few hours and she felt like she had enough. She wanted to go home to her friends.
Cause nothin's goin' right and Everything's a mess and no one Likes to be alone
Her friends she thought. She would probably never see most of them again. The reason for this was obvious. Voldemort.
Ugh. Why did he have to make things so complicated? [I luv dat song]
Why is every thing so confusing? Maybe I'm just out of my mind
2 "Well since it's nearly six and I won't get back to sleep I may as well get up and have breakfast." She thought to herself.
But then out of the corner of her eye she spotted the book "Hogwarts a History".
[Cough**who will have sumtin in common wit Hermione**]
"Well since I have to go there I probably may as well know something about the school. I don't want to look like a complete idiot when I am there. "
She actually had had this book for weeks but she had avoided picking it up because it made her realise the hard reality. She was leaving DraĆocht ( dreee-uct ) Academy of Magic.
After a few hours of light, ha ha yeah right, ok rather heavy reading her mother knocked at the door came in and said
"Sarah get up because we're going to Diagon Alley because we need to open a bank a/c in Gringotts."
"Dia where? Gringa wha'?" replied Sarah confused.
"GRINGOTTS IN DIAGON ALLEY" responded Mrs. Smith clearly, and "Then at six o'clock we are going door to the Dursleys w-
"Who"
"Our next door neighbours because they, very nicely, invited us for dinner."
"But mam I don't feel lik-"
"Yer going they have a son who would be about your age, maybe you can be friends with him."
"Great!" Sarah said sarcastically.
"I new fwend to pway wit, I take it they're muggles."
"Why?"
"Because I got a glimpse of them when you and Dad were talkin' to them and they look like such perfectionists, they look too. I don't know just too normal to be wizards."
"Ook" said Mrs. Smith "Well I think that you're right they seem like muggles so when we're at their house just don't mention anything, well anything that might lead them to think we're in any way magical, got it?"
"In one" Sarah replied.
Then Mrs.S left the room telling Sarah to hurry because she didn't want be waiting in a large queue in Gringotts so they had better get there early.
[First chapter done. Review pleez. Songs by Avril Laivgne, I'm with you and complicated. Anything you recognise isn't mine okay. On to chapter two. R/r. Harry is in the next chapter]
A/n: The words you don't understand are probably in a different language. :]
