Authors Note: Most characters are copyrighted J.K. Rowling. She is a
brilliant writer, and if I was someone steal her work, I would hunt him or
her down. Other characters or copyright my friends, of me, taintedxwhipsers
(a.k.a. Din). Any songs placed in are copyrighted the band who they are by,
which will be at the end of each chapter. I hope you understand, and that
you enjoy my fanfic. Best wishes to you and your writing. -Some Amount of
Years/Months/Days- means a flashback.
The bubble gum pink hair flashed in the sunlight, as the bearer of the pink- ness drove up to her large town house in the middle of London, England. She unbuckled her belt slowly, and hopped out, pressing the button on the key chain so the doors would lock. She fumbled with her purse as she looked for her keys, pulling them out when she found them. The door was opened to an entrance hall, where a coat hanger stood. There was a key rack on the wall, and a pile of shoes just off from the door. She kicked off her sneakers, and went down the hall a ways to the first opening, and walked in, to be greeted.
"Hello, miss Raechil," said the woman, who looked to be in her mid fifties.
Raechil smiled fainted. "Morning, Augustine," she replied, her vocals smooth and gentle. "Work was hell."
Augustine nodded. "And you think working for you isn't hell?"
Raechil gave Augustine a play-full punch, and threw her keys down onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Oh, Auggy, did anyone call for me?"
"No," replied the maid, pulling at her apron as she lent against the black counter. "And dear Rae, please change your hair. Pink looks ghastly on you."
The woman muttered, and exited the kitchen into the hall again. She went up the stairs two at a time till she was at the top. "Twenty stairs," she thought to herself. "Multiply that by two, gives you forty," she calculated. She'd never attended Muggle School, but her brother had, being the know-it-all her was. She knocked on a door, and entered.
"Raechil, how much must I tell you to leave me be?" came a man's voice, but it was smooth like the woman's.
"Artemis, I'm your sister, you can't boss me around," spoke Raechil, crossing her arms against her tanned frame. "Besides, it is my house."
The man, Artemis, mumbles. "Yeah, Lady Estabri," he chuckled. His sister hated it when he did that.
"Arty!" she screamed, stomping over, menacing look in her deep green eyes. "How many times must I tell your sorry ass not to call me that?"
"Let's say about as many more time it takes till I die," he said, voice remaining calm.
She grumbled, and left the room, and stalked down the halls to her own room. She mumbled something, and the door sprang open, revealing the violet tinted walls. Flecks of black could be seen parading around the walls. The bed was a four-poster, covered by black material with swirls of silver-gray in it. Raechil stopped at the make-up table, inspecting herself in the mirror. She quickly sat, and brushed through her pink curls. The tanned hand extended to the lotion, and she massaged some into her skin, sighing lightly. She fixed her eye shadow, which was a tint of light blue, and applied some crimson lipstick. She nodded in satisfactory. "Looks okay," she though appraisingly to herself, standing up, and leaving the room.
"RAECHIL!" came a loud voice, and stomping footsteps from the attic. The ladder came down, and Raechil bolted down the stairs, grabbing her keys. "I'm off, Auggy. See you tomorrow!"
"But Raechil? Can't you hear Ryleigh's ranting and raving?"
"That's why I'm leaving!" She opened the door and slammed it shut in a matter of seconds, and ran off down the drive to her black Ford Focus. After putting the key in the ignition, and sped away, trying to figure out which one of her many friends she could visit. There was Haruka, Dyro, and others. She drove past Dyro's. No one was home, then Haruka's. No one. She drove for quite sometime, before pulling up at a Seven-Eleven.
She filled her tank up; basically admiring her French manicured nails. When the handle sprung from her hand, she put the nozzle back in place, and ran inside to pay. "Pump four," she greeted as she stepped up to the counter.
"Twenty-six pounds and fifty-two cents," said the clerk, popping his bubble gum.
She fumbles through gold, silver, and bronze coins, and then finally pulls out ten, and twenty pounds. "Keep the change." She walks out, entering her car, and driving out on highway 14. A dazed state came over her as she drove. Memories came back. good and bad.
-Four Years Ago-
A giggle escaped the raven haired girls mouth as she ran down the corridors in hand with a boy with black tousled hair. Both wore black school robes, the girls donning the Slytherin emblem, and the boys the Gryffindor. He quickly pushed her against the wall. She shuddered. "Harry. we could be seen."
"Raechil, what happened to your sense of adventure?" He drug his lips across hers, kissing her quickly a few times, before laying his lips on her again. His hands slipped from hers, and sat on her waist.
And they stayed there for some time, cares of being expelled pushed away.
-End Flashback-
She served on the road, avoiding another car. A sigh escaped her. 'Harry,' she thought, 'what happened with us?' Not that he could hear her or anything. Then, it came to her. Where she was going.
She took the next exit down the 419. Her hands lingered to the stereo, and she turned it on. A tune, which she knew as 'Hands Down' by Dashboard Confessional.
'Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep, this air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull, these hearts they race, from self-control. Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine, we're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed lets not get busted; just lay entwined here, undiscovered. Safe in here, from all the stupid questions. "hey did you get some?" Man, that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear... so we can get some.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, which ever you prefer.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it, and let you in. And you stood at the door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it, and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it.
Raechil smiled faintly, turning down exit number fifteen on the highway.
The bubble gum pink hair flashed in the sunlight, as the bearer of the pink- ness drove up to her large town house in the middle of London, England. She unbuckled her belt slowly, and hopped out, pressing the button on the key chain so the doors would lock. She fumbled with her purse as she looked for her keys, pulling them out when she found them. The door was opened to an entrance hall, where a coat hanger stood. There was a key rack on the wall, and a pile of shoes just off from the door. She kicked off her sneakers, and went down the hall a ways to the first opening, and walked in, to be greeted.
"Hello, miss Raechil," said the woman, who looked to be in her mid fifties.
Raechil smiled fainted. "Morning, Augustine," she replied, her vocals smooth and gentle. "Work was hell."
Augustine nodded. "And you think working for you isn't hell?"
Raechil gave Augustine a play-full punch, and threw her keys down onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Oh, Auggy, did anyone call for me?"
"No," replied the maid, pulling at her apron as she lent against the black counter. "And dear Rae, please change your hair. Pink looks ghastly on you."
The woman muttered, and exited the kitchen into the hall again. She went up the stairs two at a time till she was at the top. "Twenty stairs," she thought to herself. "Multiply that by two, gives you forty," she calculated. She'd never attended Muggle School, but her brother had, being the know-it-all her was. She knocked on a door, and entered.
"Raechil, how much must I tell you to leave me be?" came a man's voice, but it was smooth like the woman's.
"Artemis, I'm your sister, you can't boss me around," spoke Raechil, crossing her arms against her tanned frame. "Besides, it is my house."
The man, Artemis, mumbles. "Yeah, Lady Estabri," he chuckled. His sister hated it when he did that.
"Arty!" she screamed, stomping over, menacing look in her deep green eyes. "How many times must I tell your sorry ass not to call me that?"
"Let's say about as many more time it takes till I die," he said, voice remaining calm.
She grumbled, and left the room, and stalked down the halls to her own room. She mumbled something, and the door sprang open, revealing the violet tinted walls. Flecks of black could be seen parading around the walls. The bed was a four-poster, covered by black material with swirls of silver-gray in it. Raechil stopped at the make-up table, inspecting herself in the mirror. She quickly sat, and brushed through her pink curls. The tanned hand extended to the lotion, and she massaged some into her skin, sighing lightly. She fixed her eye shadow, which was a tint of light blue, and applied some crimson lipstick. She nodded in satisfactory. "Looks okay," she though appraisingly to herself, standing up, and leaving the room.
"RAECHIL!" came a loud voice, and stomping footsteps from the attic. The ladder came down, and Raechil bolted down the stairs, grabbing her keys. "I'm off, Auggy. See you tomorrow!"
"But Raechil? Can't you hear Ryleigh's ranting and raving?"
"That's why I'm leaving!" She opened the door and slammed it shut in a matter of seconds, and ran off down the drive to her black Ford Focus. After putting the key in the ignition, and sped away, trying to figure out which one of her many friends she could visit. There was Haruka, Dyro, and others. She drove past Dyro's. No one was home, then Haruka's. No one. She drove for quite sometime, before pulling up at a Seven-Eleven.
She filled her tank up; basically admiring her French manicured nails. When the handle sprung from her hand, she put the nozzle back in place, and ran inside to pay. "Pump four," she greeted as she stepped up to the counter.
"Twenty-six pounds and fifty-two cents," said the clerk, popping his bubble gum.
She fumbles through gold, silver, and bronze coins, and then finally pulls out ten, and twenty pounds. "Keep the change." She walks out, entering her car, and driving out on highway 14. A dazed state came over her as she drove. Memories came back. good and bad.
-Four Years Ago-
A giggle escaped the raven haired girls mouth as she ran down the corridors in hand with a boy with black tousled hair. Both wore black school robes, the girls donning the Slytherin emblem, and the boys the Gryffindor. He quickly pushed her against the wall. She shuddered. "Harry. we could be seen."
"Raechil, what happened to your sense of adventure?" He drug his lips across hers, kissing her quickly a few times, before laying his lips on her again. His hands slipped from hers, and sat on her waist.
And they stayed there for some time, cares of being expelled pushed away.
-End Flashback-
She served on the road, avoiding another car. A sigh escaped her. 'Harry,' she thought, 'what happened with us?' Not that he could hear her or anything. Then, it came to her. Where she was going.
She took the next exit down the 419. Her hands lingered to the stereo, and she turned it on. A tune, which she knew as 'Hands Down' by Dashboard Confessional.
'Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep, this air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull, these hearts they race, from self-control. Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine, we're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed lets not get busted; just lay entwined here, undiscovered. Safe in here, from all the stupid questions. "hey did you get some?" Man, that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear... so we can get some.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, which ever you prefer.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it, and let you in. And you stood at the door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it, and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it.
Raechil smiled faintly, turning down exit number fifteen on the highway.