halo's to everyone! remember my first fic? well, hey to those who've read
it, and hi to those who haven't. I changed some things of the original
story, hope you still like it...I give you:
the modified version!
DISC: I don't own JK Rowling's characters *sniff*
CHAPTER 1
Aileen
'The stereotype of a witch as a human being who was usually a woman, sometimes a man and even a child, bound to the devil by a pact of his assistant, developed as a by-product of the campaign of the Inqui...
"Enough!!" Aileen cried suddenly, snapping close her history book and throwing it aside.
She sighed, blowing a black strand of messy hair away from her frowning face.
"I hate school, I'm tired of teachers, of living in this mess of boarding house, and I'm tired of being...normal" she ended, starting aloud, but her voice failed to come out from her throat at this point.
She walked to her brass stead bed and allowed herself to fall on it, making the strings underneath squeak. She closed her eyes, her head sinking in her pillow, and before she could stop herself, she was dreaming again.
Aileen usually spent her day dreaming about wonderful and magical places, people with magic powers, secrets buried long ago in time... She was a bit old for that though. Aileen was almost 11 years old, looked more like a 12 and acted like she was 14.
Her life was hard, making her early mature, but still, she always had time for daydream.
Aileen had been there since she could remember. To tell the truth, she had no clue about life before she was put in that boarding house.
She had no parents, and according to Mrs. Inglet the school director, she had no relatives. For God's sake, she didn't even know her real name! Aileen was just kind of a nickname she had adopted when she had come into the Grendowy's House for Ladies, but before that, she could swear she had had another name.
Aileen was too tall for her age, about 5'5. She had very messy shoulder length black hair that kept falling over her bright emerald green eyes. Her skin was tanned, result of being so many hours in the field under the warm summer sun.
Aileen hated her routine life. Morning: bathe. Breakfast, and if it was Monday or Wednesday, help in the kitchen. School, school, school. Lunch. school, school, school, supper, homework, and bed.
"At least the other girls have family to go to after school is over," Aileen always said, but if Mrs. Inglet heard her, she would surely expel her after giving her a long lecture of how she had always been an ungrateful scum-bag.
Aileen did have a guardian. But she had no idea who he was, and he had never invited her to know him. She had never seen him, she didn't even know his name. Mrs. Inglet always called him 'your guardian,' if she ever happened to talk about him, which wasn't very often. The only thing she was sure of was that he was a man. And Mrs. Inglet didn't care who or what he was as long as she received her money on time.
At Grendowy's, every girl had to help with the school chores, even if it was only dusting the erasers of the blackboard. It was part of some school policy, or something like that. And it just happened Aileen had a knack for attracting the most boring and difficult chores. For example, today she had to pick up the black litter bag the gardener had filled with the dead raked leaves and drag it all the way up to the school's door which was a good distance away from the actual school building.
But did Mrs. Inglet care if she got zero score in her history test because her chores took most of her free time? "No," Aileen answered herself, trying to find the most comfortable spot in her bed.
CHAPTER 1
Aileen
'The stereotype of a witch as a human being who was usually a woman, sometimes a man and even a child, bound to the devil by a pact of his assistant, developed as a by-product of the campaign of the Inqui...
"Enough!!" Aileen cried suddenly, snapping close her history book and throwing it aside.
She sighed, blowing a black strand of messy hair away from her frowning face.
"I hate school, I'm tired of teachers, of living in this mess of boarding house, and I'm tired of being...normal" she ended, starting aloud, but her voice failed to come out from her throat at this point.
She walked to her brass stead bed and allowed herself to fall on it, making the strings underneath squeak. She closed her eyes, her head sinking in her pillow, and before she could stop herself, she was dreaming again.
Aileen usually spent her day dreaming about wonderful and magical places, people with magic powers, secrets buried long ago in time... She was a bit old for that though. Aileen was almost 11 years old, looked more like a 12 and acted like she was 14.
Her life was hard, making her early mature, but still, she always had time for daydream.
Aileen had been there since she could remember. To tell the truth, she had no clue about life before she was put in that boarding house.
She had no parents, and according to Mrs. Inglet the school director, she had no relatives. For God's sake, she didn't even know her real name! Aileen was just kind of a nickname she had adopted when she had come into the Grendowy's House for Ladies, but before that, she could swear she had had another name.
Aileen was too tall for her age, about 5'5. She had very messy shoulder length black hair that kept falling over her bright emerald green eyes. Her skin was tanned, result of being so many hours in the field under the warm summer sun.
Aileen hated her routine life. Morning: bathe. Breakfast, and if it was Monday or Wednesday, help in the kitchen. School, school, school. Lunch. school, school, school, supper, homework, and bed.
"At least the other girls have family to go to after school is over," Aileen always said, but if Mrs. Inglet heard her, she would surely expel her after giving her a long lecture of how she had always been an ungrateful scum-bag.
Aileen did have a guardian. But she had no idea who he was, and he had never invited her to know him. She had never seen him, she didn't even know his name. Mrs. Inglet always called him 'your guardian,' if she ever happened to talk about him, which wasn't very often. The only thing she was sure of was that he was a man. And Mrs. Inglet didn't care who or what he was as long as she received her money on time.
At Grendowy's, every girl had to help with the school chores, even if it was only dusting the erasers of the blackboard. It was part of some school policy, or something like that. And it just happened Aileen had a knack for attracting the most boring and difficult chores. For example, today she had to pick up the black litter bag the gardener had filled with the dead raked leaves and drag it all the way up to the school's door which was a good distance away from the actual school building.
But did Mrs. Inglet care if she got zero score in her history test because her chores took most of her free time? "No," Aileen answered herself, trying to find the most comfortable spot in her bed.