Hi everyone! This was supposed to be up earlier, but my beta never returned it to me…sooo, if you wanna get the chapter before anyone else (at the price of correcting the grammar and shit) just email me or better yet, give me a review saying you would like to beta the story. I try to edit it to some degree, but stuff always gets past me and my spell check. !
Summary: Voldemort's been gone for about 5 years. Harry Potter's been given a whole bunch of awards for defeating him, and now he has this big ego and is turning into another Lockhart. *shudder* the wizarding world and muggle world have been fused. I'm a witch in 10th grade at a mixed school.
Disclaimer: anything you recognize is JK Rowling's…anything you don't recognize is mine, ALL MINE!! If you want to steal it, don't, if you want to ask politely if you can take some random part of it, please do so. I dunno why you would want to, but OH WELL!
Also, I'm a very sarcastic and sadistic person, so in way later chapters, there will be some torture stuff…but up until then, the fluff monster is my master!
Now, here it is:
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Wiccaphobia
Ch.1 memories
I never give up. I've been called many different things: stubborn, obstinate, strong-willed, opinionated, unbearable, plus MANY others. My favorite is strong willed. If something is just remotely irksome, I leave it be. But if something is worth fighting for, there's no stopping me, I fight to the end.
Often times, my opinionation gets me into trouble. These times are pretty versatile. They range from detention for "strongly disagreeing" with my history teacher about war to a broken wrist, to worse.
I'm actually kinda proud of the broken wrist incident. A boy started a rumor about me and a friend. He claimed that I was lesbian and that I and my friend (who had already announced, literally, that she was bi) were sleeping together. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with being homosexual, but you see, there was this guy…never mind, I'm getting side tracked. SO anyway, as part of my unwritten honor code, the next time I saw him, I confronted him about it.
"Are you spreading rumors about me?"
"Oh, hi Lez...er, Laura."
"What was that, I thought you started to say something."
"What of it? Half the school already knows you're Lez."
"Wrong, They know a false rumor. One that YOU started"
"You've got no proof of that."
So I went to punch him, but he grabbed my wrist. Big deal, right? I kicked him…I think you can guess where. (By the way, if you're ever in a situation that you REALLY want to kick a guy in the groin, where steel-toed boots…back to the story!) But, as he was falling backwards, he didn't let go of my wrist, I went down too. I landed on my hand, heard a loud crunch, and felt stabbing pain shoot up through my entire arm.
The worst part of it all is that all he got was an ice pack and out of the next couple classes, whereas I got a charm and some unbelievably disgusting potion to heal the bones. At least I didn't have to grow any bones, I've heard that's painful. I counted the fight as a win anyway, especially since the rumor ended. Well, I did slip a bit of truth serum into his lunch and asked a couple questions a bit loudly.
Anyway, I was proud of the fight, but not so proud that I was offended at all by the comments. But you see, there was this guy, and I like him. And if he though I was lesbian, I chance I ever had with him would have been utterly nullified.
That was a year ago last month, but I still have a crush on Jamie. I think he knows it too. Of course, if I had proof of that I'd have to find someone who's a very powerful wizard and have them avada me. (I'd probably end up only getting myself unconscious for an hour) That would be so mortifying.
"Love is not finding a perfect person, but finding an imperfect person perfect." Some dead guy said that a long time ago. But that isn't the case with Jamie. He really is perfect. Sure, he smokes, but most of my friends do anyway. Some might see being muggle as being imperfect, but really, what difference does it make? He has this shoulder length blond hair and crystal-blue eyes. He really is perfect.
10th grade sucks. It's impossible to get A's. It's impossible to get guys to notice you except to say, "Nice shot" in basketball. And all of the cute guys are either taken or gay. (Why do they all pick THIS year to come out!?) I always feel so helpless, in the past, I could always punch somebody and keep my dignity intact. But now, there's nobody there to hit.
I have another love, (although it could never compare with Jamie) crew. I love flying over the water. I love the energy coiled in my legs before I spring back and pull the oars with every ounce of strength available. Although, I much prefer singles rowing to 8-man boats. There's no one to follow, nobody to dictate how much of the day's stress you pour into each stroke. Crew also keeps me in shape. Rowing uses, literally, every muscle, including your heart and brain. It really is amazing what sports Muggles came up with. We only had quidditch, until recently when we merged. (And we're better for it) Another reason I love this sport, is that I met Jamie at a tryout.
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Ok kids! Sorry it's short, but I thought it was better if I split the first chappie into two. I dunno, I thought it just worked better. Second chapter will be up real soon, so if you liked it, then I guess that's good news. BTW, see that little button down there next to the bar that says 'Submit Review'? Yeah that one. Click it. Oh, and it's summer now, so I have no need for flames. But, I'm still my pyromaniac self, so I won't complain too much, just bitch you out next chappie.
Also, I won't be able to update every day like some authors, but I WILL try to update as often as possible. There's only 3 weeks before school starts up again, so then I won't have as much time…I honestly can't say how often I'll update, I'm sorry! But nice little reviews are food for my plot bunnies
Summary: Voldemort's been gone for about 5 years. Harry Potter's been given a whole bunch of awards for defeating him, and now he has this big ego and is turning into another Lockhart. *shudder* the wizarding world and muggle world have been fused. I'm a witch in 10th grade at a mixed school.
Disclaimer: anything you recognize is JK Rowling's…anything you don't recognize is mine, ALL MINE!! If you want to steal it, don't, if you want to ask politely if you can take some random part of it, please do so. I dunno why you would want to, but OH WELL!
Also, I'm a very sarcastic and sadistic person, so in way later chapters, there will be some torture stuff…but up until then, the fluff monster is my master!
Now, here it is:
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wiccaphobia
Ch.1 memories
I never give up. I've been called many different things: stubborn, obstinate, strong-willed, opinionated, unbearable, plus MANY others. My favorite is strong willed. If something is just remotely irksome, I leave it be. But if something is worth fighting for, there's no stopping me, I fight to the end.
Often times, my opinionation gets me into trouble. These times are pretty versatile. They range from detention for "strongly disagreeing" with my history teacher about war to a broken wrist, to worse.
I'm actually kinda proud of the broken wrist incident. A boy started a rumor about me and a friend. He claimed that I was lesbian and that I and my friend (who had already announced, literally, that she was bi) were sleeping together. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with being homosexual, but you see, there was this guy…never mind, I'm getting side tracked. SO anyway, as part of my unwritten honor code, the next time I saw him, I confronted him about it.
"Are you spreading rumors about me?"
"Oh, hi Lez...er, Laura."
"What was that, I thought you started to say something."
"What of it? Half the school already knows you're Lez."
"Wrong, They know a false rumor. One that YOU started"
"You've got no proof of that."
So I went to punch him, but he grabbed my wrist. Big deal, right? I kicked him…I think you can guess where. (By the way, if you're ever in a situation that you REALLY want to kick a guy in the groin, where steel-toed boots…back to the story!) But, as he was falling backwards, he didn't let go of my wrist, I went down too. I landed on my hand, heard a loud crunch, and felt stabbing pain shoot up through my entire arm.
The worst part of it all is that all he got was an ice pack and out of the next couple classes, whereas I got a charm and some unbelievably disgusting potion to heal the bones. At least I didn't have to grow any bones, I've heard that's painful. I counted the fight as a win anyway, especially since the rumor ended. Well, I did slip a bit of truth serum into his lunch and asked a couple questions a bit loudly.
Anyway, I was proud of the fight, but not so proud that I was offended at all by the comments. But you see, there was this guy, and I like him. And if he though I was lesbian, I chance I ever had with him would have been utterly nullified.
That was a year ago last month, but I still have a crush on Jamie. I think he knows it too. Of course, if I had proof of that I'd have to find someone who's a very powerful wizard and have them avada me. (I'd probably end up only getting myself unconscious for an hour) That would be so mortifying.
"Love is not finding a perfect person, but finding an imperfect person perfect." Some dead guy said that a long time ago. But that isn't the case with Jamie. He really is perfect. Sure, he smokes, but most of my friends do anyway. Some might see being muggle as being imperfect, but really, what difference does it make? He has this shoulder length blond hair and crystal-blue eyes. He really is perfect.
10th grade sucks. It's impossible to get A's. It's impossible to get guys to notice you except to say, "Nice shot" in basketball. And all of the cute guys are either taken or gay. (Why do they all pick THIS year to come out!?) I always feel so helpless, in the past, I could always punch somebody and keep my dignity intact. But now, there's nobody there to hit.
I have another love, (although it could never compare with Jamie) crew. I love flying over the water. I love the energy coiled in my legs before I spring back and pull the oars with every ounce of strength available. Although, I much prefer singles rowing to 8-man boats. There's no one to follow, nobody to dictate how much of the day's stress you pour into each stroke. Crew also keeps me in shape. Rowing uses, literally, every muscle, including your heart and brain. It really is amazing what sports Muggles came up with. We only had quidditch, until recently when we merged. (And we're better for it) Another reason I love this sport, is that I met Jamie at a tryout.
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Ok kids! Sorry it's short, but I thought it was better if I split the first chappie into two. I dunno, I thought it just worked better. Second chapter will be up real soon, so if you liked it, then I guess that's good news. BTW, see that little button down there next to the bar that says 'Submit Review'? Yeah that one. Click it. Oh, and it's summer now, so I have no need for flames. But, I'm still my pyromaniac self, so I won't complain too much, just bitch you out next chappie.
Also, I won't be able to update every day like some authors, but I WILL try to update as often as possible. There's only 3 weeks before school starts up again, so then I won't have as much time…I honestly can't say how often I'll update, I'm sorry! But nice little reviews are food for my plot bunnies
