By NoNoMoon and Chica
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or things associated with it. That, my friends, is why life sucks. Oh yeah, this is a spin-off. So don't get any little (or big) ideas into your little (or big) heads. Enjoy! P.s. Nikki is our character, along with the others we happened to invent. SO DON'T SUE!!!!!!!
Harry Potter and the New Girl
"HARRY POTTER, GET YOUR FILTHY BUTT OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!" Ron Weasley yelled to his long-time friend, both in their 6th year at Hogwarts, a school in Scotland. "GOOD GRIEF, ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING? BLIMEY, YOU WOULD THINK THAT THE STUPID GUY WOUL-," He stopped short as the person in the cloak turned around.
"WHAT did you call me, boy? I dare you to say that TO MY FACE, you revolting piece of trash!!!!!!!!!" The person yelled angrily. Continuing sarcastically, "Go on, go on, SAY it. What???? Oh, you're scared. Poor baby. Well, I SWEAR, If you don't-----," the person broke off.
Ron stared with his mouth open. He closed it, swallowed, and let it fall open again. "Uh…you're not Harry P- Potter, are you? 'Cuz you look like him. From the back. Not from the front, of course," he stammered. From the front you look FINE, he thought. Obviously, it was a girl.
With short, layered, jet-black hair and icy green eyes, she STRONGLY resembled Harry with a cloak on. "My Gosh, it's HOT in this freaky-London place, anyways," she spoke with an American accent. She removed her brown cloak to reveal a top with skinny straps that cut off right above her belly button, which was not pierced, much to Ron's relief. Written in black ink were the words 'Abercrombie & Fitch'. She was wearing short-shorts and mini-platforms with butterflies on them. She had four earrings in one ear and three in the other. "Yo, kiddo, you don't happen to know where this loser school Hogwarts is, do you? I'm s'posed to find a dumb 'Hogwarts Express'. This place is SOOOOOO lame." She stopped for a breath to notice Ron STILL staring. "Yooo, retard, stop staring to get a clue."
Ron blushed a deep red. "Okaaay, with your hair, that just doesn't look right." The girl said. Suddenly the tables turned and she was nice. "Look, I understand that this concept may be difficult for you to understand— but please, TRY." She said slowly, as if talking to a three- year-old, "I am a lost sixteen-year old girl looking for a train. A train called HOG-WARTS EX-PRESS. Train, ya know choo-choo?" She threw up her hands. "I swear, y'all are dense! What is it with England????" The girl smacked on her gum.
"Y-Y-You know, you look a lot like my friend Harry…" Ron said weakly.
The girl grabbed him by the collar of his cloak. "First off, you really need someone to educate ya about hip clothing." She started to shake him. "But more importantly, WHY DOES EVERY STUPID FREAKIN' RETARD IN THIS STUPID FREAKIN' COUNTRY SAY I LOOK LIKE SOME STUPID FREAKIN' RETARD NAMED HARRY POTTER??? I MEAN, WHAT KIND OF WUSSY NAME IS THAT? HARRY POTTER?? HONESTLY, YOU ARE SO FREAKS!!!!" She suddenly yelled at the people staring at them. The people suddenly found that, oh, they needed to continue shopping.
All except for this really annoyed-looking boy. All he could do was stare and repeat, "Wussy?" several times over. He walked over, looked at Ron, who was still in the kung-fu grip of this girl, and said, "So, who's your girlfriend?"
"GIRLFRIEND!?!?!?!?!? I WOULDN'T EVEN BE CAUGHT DEAD WITH THIS STUPID FREAKIN' RETARD!!!!!!!!!! I MEAN, HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A TRAIN IS!!!!!!" The girl yelled, not comprehending that he was referring to the fact that she was holding Ron.
"Whoa, don't lose your head. I'm Harry Potter. You know, the 'stupid freakin' retard' with the 'wussy name'? This is Ron Weasley. Oh, and by the way, what the heck is 'wussy'?"
She stared calmly, and realized she still had Ron in her death-grip. His face actually was turning slightly red. She released him, and his face immediately returned to normal. She looked back and forth between Ron and Harry, who both were looking at her with a bewildered look on their faces. She looked up to Heaven and began to pray: "Dear God, please, please, PLEASE help me. I am surrounded by idiots. Complete morons. Absolute geeks. Save me, take my life if you have to, just GET ME AWAY from these people." She glanced back towards the boys and said calmly, "Yes? May I help you? No, wait- you're beyond help. Ooooookay, I'll find some way, though." She paused, threw her arms around both boys, and began to walk aimlessly, dragging them along. "I am Dominique Harply, at your service--- not. I am sixteen years old. I'm from Atlanta, Georgia, and used to attend a-uh-school, I guess you could say. Hey, Harry, is that a wand you're holding? Great, I already noticed your little dorky friend has one. I'm also a witch, well, a magical being. I went to that school. Life history: I don't have one. No clue whatsoever as to who my parents are. This old hag (Not the real 'hag', it's just an expression… gosh, was she a stupid Muggle!!! She wasn't a witch, that much was obvious to me 'cuz of her butt-ugly looks) found me when I was one year old. I was at a wreckage place in Britain. I guess my parents were alcoholics or druggies, because they had abandoned me, the retards. Well, this old lady named me Dominique. She was so annoying, so I, with my obvious magic powers (well, to me anyways), ran away. I smuggled myself to America, met some witchly and magical friends, and went to the school in Atlanta. I adopted the name Nikki and I never had a chance to get a boyfriend, even though several cute guys had their eyes on me, of course. (Boy, were they HOT or what!) My stupid foster mother, a professor, wouldn't allow that, because she felt that the boys in America had 'rude and impolite behavior' or some other freaky concept like that. So the dork wrote her long-time friend, Professor McGonagall, and shipped me off to this freaky town so I could go to 'Dear old Minerva's school (it's probably nerd-infested, and it's also probably a dump). GAG!! 'Course, now I can't even find the stupid TRAIN- ,"
"THE TRAIN!!!!!!!!!!" Both Harry and Ron yelled together. Harry checked his watch. "Okay. Good. Breathe, Ron, breathe. We have 20 minutes. Let's move."
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or things associated with it. That, my friends, is why life sucks. Oh yeah, this is a spin-off. So don't get any little (or big) ideas into your little (or big) heads. Enjoy! P.s. Nikki is our character, along with the others we happened to invent. SO DON'T SUE!!!!!!!
Harry Potter and the New Girl
"HARRY POTTER, GET YOUR FILTHY BUTT OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!" Ron Weasley yelled to his long-time friend, both in their 6th year at Hogwarts, a school in Scotland. "GOOD GRIEF, ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING? BLIMEY, YOU WOULD THINK THAT THE STUPID GUY WOUL-," He stopped short as the person in the cloak turned around.
"WHAT did you call me, boy? I dare you to say that TO MY FACE, you revolting piece of trash!!!!!!!!!" The person yelled angrily. Continuing sarcastically, "Go on, go on, SAY it. What???? Oh, you're scared. Poor baby. Well, I SWEAR, If you don't-----," the person broke off.
Ron stared with his mouth open. He closed it, swallowed, and let it fall open again. "Uh…you're not Harry P- Potter, are you? 'Cuz you look like him. From the back. Not from the front, of course," he stammered. From the front you look FINE, he thought. Obviously, it was a girl.
With short, layered, jet-black hair and icy green eyes, she STRONGLY resembled Harry with a cloak on. "My Gosh, it's HOT in this freaky-London place, anyways," she spoke with an American accent. She removed her brown cloak to reveal a top with skinny straps that cut off right above her belly button, which was not pierced, much to Ron's relief. Written in black ink were the words 'Abercrombie & Fitch'. She was wearing short-shorts and mini-platforms with butterflies on them. She had four earrings in one ear and three in the other. "Yo, kiddo, you don't happen to know where this loser school Hogwarts is, do you? I'm s'posed to find a dumb 'Hogwarts Express'. This place is SOOOOOO lame." She stopped for a breath to notice Ron STILL staring. "Yooo, retard, stop staring to get a clue."
Ron blushed a deep red. "Okaaay, with your hair, that just doesn't look right." The girl said. Suddenly the tables turned and she was nice. "Look, I understand that this concept may be difficult for you to understand— but please, TRY." She said slowly, as if talking to a three- year-old, "I am a lost sixteen-year old girl looking for a train. A train called HOG-WARTS EX-PRESS. Train, ya know choo-choo?" She threw up her hands. "I swear, y'all are dense! What is it with England????" The girl smacked on her gum.
"Y-Y-You know, you look a lot like my friend Harry…" Ron said weakly.
The girl grabbed him by the collar of his cloak. "First off, you really need someone to educate ya about hip clothing." She started to shake him. "But more importantly, WHY DOES EVERY STUPID FREAKIN' RETARD IN THIS STUPID FREAKIN' COUNTRY SAY I LOOK LIKE SOME STUPID FREAKIN' RETARD NAMED HARRY POTTER??? I MEAN, WHAT KIND OF WUSSY NAME IS THAT? HARRY POTTER?? HONESTLY, YOU ARE SO FREAKS!!!!" She suddenly yelled at the people staring at them. The people suddenly found that, oh, they needed to continue shopping.
All except for this really annoyed-looking boy. All he could do was stare and repeat, "Wussy?" several times over. He walked over, looked at Ron, who was still in the kung-fu grip of this girl, and said, "So, who's your girlfriend?"
"GIRLFRIEND!?!?!?!?!? I WOULDN'T EVEN BE CAUGHT DEAD WITH THIS STUPID FREAKIN' RETARD!!!!!!!!!! I MEAN, HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A TRAIN IS!!!!!!" The girl yelled, not comprehending that he was referring to the fact that she was holding Ron.
"Whoa, don't lose your head. I'm Harry Potter. You know, the 'stupid freakin' retard' with the 'wussy name'? This is Ron Weasley. Oh, and by the way, what the heck is 'wussy'?"
She stared calmly, and realized she still had Ron in her death-grip. His face actually was turning slightly red. She released him, and his face immediately returned to normal. She looked back and forth between Ron and Harry, who both were looking at her with a bewildered look on their faces. She looked up to Heaven and began to pray: "Dear God, please, please, PLEASE help me. I am surrounded by idiots. Complete morons. Absolute geeks. Save me, take my life if you have to, just GET ME AWAY from these people." She glanced back towards the boys and said calmly, "Yes? May I help you? No, wait- you're beyond help. Ooooookay, I'll find some way, though." She paused, threw her arms around both boys, and began to walk aimlessly, dragging them along. "I am Dominique Harply, at your service--- not. I am sixteen years old. I'm from Atlanta, Georgia, and used to attend a-uh-school, I guess you could say. Hey, Harry, is that a wand you're holding? Great, I already noticed your little dorky friend has one. I'm also a witch, well, a magical being. I went to that school. Life history: I don't have one. No clue whatsoever as to who my parents are. This old hag (Not the real 'hag', it's just an expression… gosh, was she a stupid Muggle!!! She wasn't a witch, that much was obvious to me 'cuz of her butt-ugly looks) found me when I was one year old. I was at a wreckage place in Britain. I guess my parents were alcoholics or druggies, because they had abandoned me, the retards. Well, this old lady named me Dominique. She was so annoying, so I, with my obvious magic powers (well, to me anyways), ran away. I smuggled myself to America, met some witchly and magical friends, and went to the school in Atlanta. I adopted the name Nikki and I never had a chance to get a boyfriend, even though several cute guys had their eyes on me, of course. (Boy, were they HOT or what!) My stupid foster mother, a professor, wouldn't allow that, because she felt that the boys in America had 'rude and impolite behavior' or some other freaky concept like that. So the dork wrote her long-time friend, Professor McGonagall, and shipped me off to this freaky town so I could go to 'Dear old Minerva's school (it's probably nerd-infested, and it's also probably a dump). GAG!! 'Course, now I can't even find the stupid TRAIN- ,"
"THE TRAIN!!!!!!!!!!" Both Harry and Ron yelled together. Harry checked his watch. "Okay. Good. Breathe, Ron, breathe. We have 20 minutes. Let's move."