A/N: Hi, everybody! This is a Slytherin story- hope you like it! It is about five girls, Anj'la, Mariana, Rose, Lauren and Jovanna. Well, read on!
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Slytherin Bombshell
Chapter one: The O.W.L. Scores
One lonely brown screech owl was gliding high above a sleeping London, two letters clutched in its claws. Its destination was number 6 Wee Gee Road. The address in question had five occupants, the second youngest of them 16-year-old Anj'la J. Evans, an auburn-haired girl with bright green eyes.
It was 2:30 in the morning and Anj'la was standing at her bedroom window, looking longingly out at the starry but otherwise clear night sky. Anj'la's head began to lull to one side as her eyes drooped. Abruptly her head shot up and her eyes opened.
"No," she said sternly to herself. "They said it would come tonight. I am not going to fall asleep." As she said this to herself, her eyes fell upon a small black spot on the moon that was steadily growing larger. Anj'la's heart leapt. That was her brown screech owl, Nubay. Maybe he had a letter from Hogwarts, or, better yet, one of her friends.
Either was fine with her. Over the summers she was cut off from the magical community, since she lived in what she was almost positive was an all-Muggle community. This summer had been the worst of them yet, and she had begun to get very frustrated. She had written letter after letter to several people, including her best friends, Mariana, Lauren, Jovanna and Rose. She might as well have written to the brick wall in front of Diagon Alley for all the good it did her.
Earlier she'd even gotten so desperate she had considered writing to Draco Malfoy, a blond Slytherin one year younger than she was. She had reasoned herself out of it by telling herself that even though Draco was in her house, he was still the world's biggest git.
The screech owl landed on the windowsill beside Anj'la and held out his leg for her to take the letters. As she did so, Nubay flew into the air and landed on her shoulder, hooting gratefully. Automatically, Anj'la made her way over to the far corner of the room where she kept Nubay's cage, careful not to trod on the clothes, spell books and potion bottles strewn all over the floor. Anj'la opened the cage, filled the bowl with owl treats, and held her arm out, but Nubay chose to fly to the top of the cage instead.
Anj'la didn't care. She jumped into her bed and opened the first letter. It was from Mariana and Rose, who lived next door to each other, and was written on just one sheet of parchment.
Hey Anj'la! Read the first half.
Rose is over here right now. We just got back from vacation, and I have wonderful ideas for this year to help the new DADA teacher 'settle in.' Or anyone else, who gets in our way; it doesn't matter to me. I'm not saying my ideas in a stupid letter in case it is intercepted, not that anyone would want to intercept my letter. Except for Matt, but he's at his Godmother's house for the summer. Here's one hint about my ideas: they're BIG! Possibly the biggest things Hogwarts has ever seen!
MARIANA
Anj'la, Read the second half.
Wazzup? Good summer? We went on a cruise with Mariana and her parents, but Matt gets seasick so he went to his godmother's house. We just got back and there was a HUGE pile of letters from you. Do you believe Harry Potter or the Ministry/ Daily Prophet? We believe Harry Potter, but we're still getting the Prophet. Boy, the Muggles looked at us funny when it was delivered on the boat. It does have a convincing argument, I must say. My family's leaving again today, so gotta go, see you soon!
R B C
Anj'la let out a long sigh.
"Useless gibberish," she told herself. What had she expected, news of You-Know-Who? Of course not. Still, it was great to get a letter. Turning to the next letter, she said "Probablfy from Hogwarts," under her breath and glanced at the clock. It was now 3:00.
"I'll read it later in the morning," she decided and lay down. As she felt her head hit the pillow, there was a loud CRUNCH. That was strange, hadn't she put her other letter on the nightstand? Oh, well. She picked it up, put it one the table, and within seconds, was asleep.
Later that morning, closer to 8:00, Anj'la was roused by her younger brother, Antwan.
"What?" Anj'la groaned.
"Your stupid owl is tearing up my new poster!" Antwan yelled.
"You mean he's attacking the stupid poster of those big owl eyes?"
"YAH!"
"Antwan, he attacks things he doesn't like, and Nubay has excellent taste," Anj'la explained to the 14-year-old.
"Are you saying I have bad taste?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," Anj'la said, extremely matter of fact. "I do think you have horrible taste, and apparently someone agrees with me." At that moment, a brown elf owl landed on Anj'la's head, twittering. Anj'la recognized him at once.
"Thommiie!" Anj'la cried. (A/N: that's pronounced Tommy, if you care) She took the red letter, and looked at it in a way that suggested she had just been hit with a Confundis charm. Why had they sent her a Howler? She turned it over.
"It's for you," she said, handing it to Antwan. "You'd better open it quick; that's a Howler." Antwan opened the flap cautiously. As soon as he did so, the loud voice of Mariana Starbanks, 10 times louder than normal, began to scream.
"ANTWAN MAURICE EVANS, YOU HAVE ROTTON TASTE! IF ANJ'LA EVER AND I MEAN EVER EVEN THINKS ABOUT PUTTING A POSTER OF OWL EYES UP IN OUR DORM OR COMMON ROOM, I WILL PERSONALLY HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU! AND DON'T THINK I WON'T!" Antwan flinched as the letter burst into flame.
"Your middle name is MAURICE?" Anj'la laughed. For some strange, unexplainable reason, she had never bothered to find out her little brother's middle name.
"Well," she said in a business-like tone. "It's official. Majority rules, you know."
"Majority sucks," said Antwan sulkily. At that moment there was a flutter of wings as Nubay flew back into the room.
"Some one seems to have finished his business." Antwan gave a retreating glance of utmost loathing at Anj'la and Nubay as he left the room.
"Antwan's an idiot," Anj'la muttered to herself, leaning back into her pillows. She reached over to grab the water bottle she kept on her table, and as she did so, she remembered the second letter. She grabbed it. It was a very official-looking letter. Anj'la ha already seen this letter 5 times before, but she still got a thrill whenever it arrived. It was a letter for Hogwarts. She opened it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Dear Ms. Evans,
We are pleased to remind you that you will once more be going to Hogwarts. Term begins September 1. If for some reason you will be unable to attend Hogwarts, a letter must have reached Hogwarts by August 2. You will need to acquire the following:
Three work robes (black)
Pewter cauldron (size 5)
Dragon-hide gloves (or similar)
Quills
Parchment
Ink
Standard Book of Spells, N.E.W.T. Level
1000 Potions for N.E.W.T. Level
Transfiguration for N.E.W.T. Levels
250 Chosen N.E.W.T. Level Charms
The Defense Against the Dark Arts N.E.W.T.
ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVELS
Total O.W.L.s: Twelve
N.E.W.T. Classes you are taking:
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Herbology
Potions
Transfiguration
Total number of Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests Classes: Five
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Anj'la felt her jaw drop. 12 O.W.L.s and 5 classes; that was enough. She did it, she actually did it! She grabbed a piece of parchment. She HAD to write to Mariana.
Mariana- 12 O.W.L.s! 12! Five N.E.W.T. classes! That's enough to be an Auror! HOW MANY? HOW MANY? HOW MANY? How many did you get? Lauren? Rose? Jovanna? Write back soon!
Anj'la
Anj'la sealed it and gave it to Thommiie, the little brown elf owl who had brought the Howler and was actually Mariana's.
"Take this to Mariana! Shoo!" As Thommiie flew out the window, Anj'la glanced at the clock. It was already 8:30. Anj'la figured that now that she was out of bed, she might as well go get some breakfast.
Anj'la slid down the banister and landed cat-like on the carpet as the smell of bacon sizzling in the frying pan hit her nose. She ran for the kitchen hoping to be the first one there, besides Anita, the blond, blue-eyed Muggle who was her mum. All of the family but her were Muggles. To her slight dismay, three people were already sitting at the table; her father Eric, a tall blond man with stunning green eyes like Anj'la's own, her blond sister, and another man. Anj'la groaned.
"What's he doing here?" she asked, thrusting an angry finger at the man at the end of the table. He had black hair and tan skin.
"He's my fiancé, you know that, Baby," said her sister.
"Shut up, Mallino," retorted Anj'la crossly. She really hated her sister's fiancé. "And don't call me Baby."
At that moment and large grey barn owl flew in, and landed on the floor, holding out its leg for Anj'la to take the three letters. She obliged, and took them, all of which were in bright yellow envelopes. The first letter was from Lauren, addressed to Anj'la in Lauren's familiar, neat handwriting. Anj'la opened the envelope and put a funnily folded little yellow package on the table. Anj'la stepped back, and the letter began to unfold itself. As soon as it was done, the letter began to twist and refold itself into the shape of a human. Then it stretched and began to walk around.
"Where are the others?" it asked in a squeaky, high-pitched voice. Anj'la told the thing they were still in their envelopes. It instantly demanded she get them out, and Anj'la did so. As soon as they were done refolding themselves, they located the first human. The three linked arms and started to skip in a circle and chant.
"We got 12 O.W.L.s, 5 classes, 12 O.W.L.s, 5 classes, 12 O.W.L.s, 5 classes, 12 O.W.L.s, 5 classes," over and over again.
"That's great!" Anj'la told them. "So, Lauren, Jovanna, Mariana, can I meet you in Diagon Alley on-"
"Today!" they interrupted her.
"Okay, I'll take the Knight Bus," Anj'la told them.
"See you!" the letters said, before bursting into flame as Antwan walked into the kitchen.
"Why does everything burst into flame?" he asked to no one in particular.
Anj'la hadn't even heard Antwan. By that time, she was half-way up the stairs. Anj'la began packing, although it wasn't packing so much as it was throwing things into a trunk and hoping it all fit. Once she finished, Antwan helped her carry her trunk out to the curb. Anj'la threw out her wand hand. Suddenly there was a loud bang as a violet purple double-decker buss appeared out of nowhere and came to a halt. A young man no older than 20 or 21 stepped off.
"Welcome to the Knight-" He was rudely interrupted by Anj'la.
"Yah, yah, shut up, Stan, just get me outta this place." Anj'la clambered onto the bus, followed by her trunk, which Stan had thoughtfully enchanted. She hadn't taken more than two steps after paying when she heard three very familiar and welcome voices.
A/N: please review, tell me what you think. This is my first story, so try to go easy on me.