Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter but I own the plot and
unrecognizable characters.
A/N: This is just the prologue!
Prologue
I love to read. Books are simply marvelous and they get my mind off Transfiguration and school. Sarah tells me I spend too much time in the library but I don't think I can trust her since she thinks reading is bad for your heart.
My friends always tell me to do something else but I rather not be cooped up in the girls' dormitory with giggling girls doing their hair. Usually, some admire my red fiery hair but I shrug it off. They also comment on my emerald eyes.
I'm proud of my eyes but I don't spend much time apply three coatings of make-up on my face for an hour or two. My friends don't do that either--usually, they go to Hogsmeade and find themselves boyfriends.
Anyway, did I tell you I love the library? But one person interests me... I don't know his name but he's always in the shadows of the library reading through his thick glasses. His hair is raven black and is unusually sleek. I supposed he gels it in the morning.
He never talks to me but he stays in that corner hidden behind thick volumes--usually something about Transfiguration. Gosh, that word makes me shudder.
Well, I'm about to tell you a story that has to do with that horrid subject and that mysterious boy...
A/N: Okay, it's not a great chapter but it's a prologue... I have written the first chapter already and I hope you all review!
And I'll make sure all my chapters are long and nice for all of you to read. And this story takes place at the beginning of their seventh year. ^-~
REVIEW and thanks! ~blah~
A/N: This is just the prologue!
Prologue
I love to read. Books are simply marvelous and they get my mind off Transfiguration and school. Sarah tells me I spend too much time in the library but I don't think I can trust her since she thinks reading is bad for your heart.
My friends always tell me to do something else but I rather not be cooped up in the girls' dormitory with giggling girls doing their hair. Usually, some admire my red fiery hair but I shrug it off. They also comment on my emerald eyes.
I'm proud of my eyes but I don't spend much time apply three coatings of make-up on my face for an hour or two. My friends don't do that either--usually, they go to Hogsmeade and find themselves boyfriends.
Anyway, did I tell you I love the library? But one person interests me... I don't know his name but he's always in the shadows of the library reading through his thick glasses. His hair is raven black and is unusually sleek. I supposed he gels it in the morning.
He never talks to me but he stays in that corner hidden behind thick volumes--usually something about Transfiguration. Gosh, that word makes me shudder.
Well, I'm about to tell you a story that has to do with that horrid subject and that mysterious boy...
A/N: Okay, it's not a great chapter but it's a prologue... I have written the first chapter already and I hope you all review!
And I'll make sure all my chapters are long and nice for all of you to read. And this story takes place at the beginning of their seventh year. ^-~
REVIEW and thanks! ~blah~
