'Lo all! ^^ So I have finally gotten to put up my story, I feel much better
about it now since I put my idea up on the chat boards and got good
reviews. I hope that the same will happen here. I always want to but a bit
extra into my stories, like many others like to add 'Quotes of the day' I
like to add a bit of humor. So every chapter I will post a few of '101 ways
to Annoy, Harass, Confuse, or Generally Scare Voldemort' from
Mugglenet.com. Anyways I hope you enjoy the story, let it begin!
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1. Ask him why he doesn't have 'such a cool scar?'
2. Laugh at him
3. Wake him up by singing Beach Boys songs in his ear. 'Round, round, get around, I get around.'
*** A teenage girl around the age of fifteen walked apathetically down the stone hallways of Hogwarts. She had a pale complexion, that you could see wasn't very suited for her, long crimson hair it was straggly and looked unkempt for many days.
Suddenly footsteps were heard through the bare hallways. The girl didn't even look up. A boy around the same age walked up to her. He had a thin face, and jet-black hair that stuck up in all the ways possible. "Ana, we need to talk." The one called Ana looked up at him glumly and then let him begin.
"Did.did you know that he-he was going to die?" She looked upwards at him for a moment and gave a grave nod. He looked taken back for a moment and his eyebrows furrowed. "Then why didn't you save him?!" he demanded. He swung his hand onto her shoulder, holding her back from moving. She looked at him sadly; her eyes casting a dulled look to them.
"TELL ME!!" He yelled his other hand now clasped on her other shoulder, her was grasping her hard and shook her with all the strength he had. She looked downward at her feet shamefully. "YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED SIRIUS!!!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the vast halls.
"I don't deny it. I've already killed another" Her voice was cracked as if she hadn't used it in days.
Suddenly a loud beeping noise echoed through the castle, as the image faded away. An image of a cerulean blue ceiling came into view quickly expanding into a whole room. The redheaded fifteen year old glanced at the alarm clock that so disturbed her of much needed sleep. The green numbers flashed violently as if ordering her to get out of bed. She moaned at the alarm clock well aware of her first day of high school. How could she forget?
She sleepily moved off the bed, moving her hand to wipe off the 'sleep' from her eyes. Her vision became clearer and she yawned, making motives to move toward her walk-in closet. Slowly wrenching open the door, she grasped her thin and tattered school uniform. Ironic how, that with her family being the richest in the small city of Apathy, she had to wear some of the worst clothes to school.
Reluctantly pushing on the clothes she glanced out the window, frowning as a drizzle pattered on the windowpane. 'Lovely' she thought to herself as she pulled on her black shoes.
She grabbed her empty messenger bag that had found it's way to the head of her bed. Swiping away a long strand of her hair, she walked to her bookshelf and pulled out one of the thickest books in it. 'Well, at least I can read about Harry's adventures while I listen to the drone's of my new teachers, let's just hope that there's not an Umbridge in sight.' She gave a small smirk to herself as she slipped the blue and silver novel into her bag.
With everything done and put away, she turned off her light and shuffled out of the hallway. As she walked past the dark cheery wood floors, Ana stopped at an all to familiar door. Her eyes tailed the white portal, which had the words engraved 'David's Room'. She shook a thought out of her head, and continued down, to the marble staircase.
"Oh hell." she muttered to herself as she noticed the empty umbrella rack. "Damn her. must have taken it before I woke up." Ana was of course talking about her mother. She forced a sigh, which seemed a bit too loud for the girl's taste.
She pushed her messenger bag up her shoulder a bit, before clutching the handle to the outside, her eyes clenched together, before the door swung open and into the drenching rain. She covered her eyes with one hand in efforts to at least see where she was going. Her gray eyes blinked as stray droplets found their way into her sockets as she ran on the tricky cobblestone path. This of course was her parent's thought of lovely; by far the stones were not exactly the best to travel on with pouring rain, and not a decent umbrella.
The rain did not make any attempts to lighten as she walked about a quarter of a mile to the front gates, which were left unmanned and oh so luckily closed. Ana scooted to the side of the large iron fencing, and found the side, which was covered in prickly bushes. After many scratches, and ripped clothing the teen finally made it out of the gates.
"Now to walk another mile or so." she muttered to herself, continuing the habit of brushing away a strand of her wet hair, that clingged to the side of her freckled visage like a second skin.
Ana soon found herself beneath a large sign that read: Apathy Bus Stop, huddling her arms around her chest, shivering from the cold rain. She bit the side of her lip, a habit that she had had since before she could remember.
Suddenly two large orbs blinded her for a moment, before coming to a screeching halt, not inches from her toes. Her arms were crossed in front of her face, as though she was protecting herself from a mortal blow, only to hear the soft release of the air brakes.
The canary yellow doors swung open, before she could regain herself. Reading to throw a glare of utmost hatred towards the half-baked bus driver, she was in utter shock to see the appearance of him.
He looked so familiar, yet not so much, his fogged over eyes were covered in half-moon spectacles, and his face covered by a long, snowy white beard. Ana would of thought it Christmas if it wasn't the beginning of fall instead of December.
The bus driver looked to say a bit odd in his turquoise uniform, seeming out of place, he gave her a wisp of a smile, as she dumb-foundedly entered. She stared blankly at him for a moment, before returning a forced smirk, and walking to her lucky bus seat, number nine.
The bus tottered for a moment, giving her a small lurch, and continuing in a rickety manner. Ana settled down in her seat, looking down at her soaked form with a small laugh. Yes, Ana Parish was laughing at herself, and as odd as it seemed this was considered normal for her.
The bus suddenly swerved, making the freshman collide against the metal side near her seat, then ricocheting her back, making her neck go forward, straining it into a whiplash. She careened forward, spiraling towards seat number ten in a dangerous manner, but a blue light swallowed her up, around ¾ of the way.
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1. Ask him why he doesn't have 'such a cool scar?'
2. Laugh at him
3. Wake him up by singing Beach Boys songs in his ear. 'Round, round, get around, I get around.'
*** A teenage girl around the age of fifteen walked apathetically down the stone hallways of Hogwarts. She had a pale complexion, that you could see wasn't very suited for her, long crimson hair it was straggly and looked unkempt for many days.
Suddenly footsteps were heard through the bare hallways. The girl didn't even look up. A boy around the same age walked up to her. He had a thin face, and jet-black hair that stuck up in all the ways possible. "Ana, we need to talk." The one called Ana looked up at him glumly and then let him begin.
"Did.did you know that he-he was going to die?" She looked upwards at him for a moment and gave a grave nod. He looked taken back for a moment and his eyebrows furrowed. "Then why didn't you save him?!" he demanded. He swung his hand onto her shoulder, holding her back from moving. She looked at him sadly; her eyes casting a dulled look to them.
"TELL ME!!" He yelled his other hand now clasped on her other shoulder, her was grasping her hard and shook her with all the strength he had. She looked downward at her feet shamefully. "YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED SIRIUS!!!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the vast halls.
"I don't deny it. I've already killed another" Her voice was cracked as if she hadn't used it in days.
Suddenly a loud beeping noise echoed through the castle, as the image faded away. An image of a cerulean blue ceiling came into view quickly expanding into a whole room. The redheaded fifteen year old glanced at the alarm clock that so disturbed her of much needed sleep. The green numbers flashed violently as if ordering her to get out of bed. She moaned at the alarm clock well aware of her first day of high school. How could she forget?
She sleepily moved off the bed, moving her hand to wipe off the 'sleep' from her eyes. Her vision became clearer and she yawned, making motives to move toward her walk-in closet. Slowly wrenching open the door, she grasped her thin and tattered school uniform. Ironic how, that with her family being the richest in the small city of Apathy, she had to wear some of the worst clothes to school.
Reluctantly pushing on the clothes she glanced out the window, frowning as a drizzle pattered on the windowpane. 'Lovely' she thought to herself as she pulled on her black shoes.
She grabbed her empty messenger bag that had found it's way to the head of her bed. Swiping away a long strand of her hair, she walked to her bookshelf and pulled out one of the thickest books in it. 'Well, at least I can read about Harry's adventures while I listen to the drone's of my new teachers, let's just hope that there's not an Umbridge in sight.' She gave a small smirk to herself as she slipped the blue and silver novel into her bag.
With everything done and put away, she turned off her light and shuffled out of the hallway. As she walked past the dark cheery wood floors, Ana stopped at an all to familiar door. Her eyes tailed the white portal, which had the words engraved 'David's Room'. She shook a thought out of her head, and continued down, to the marble staircase.
"Oh hell." she muttered to herself as she noticed the empty umbrella rack. "Damn her. must have taken it before I woke up." Ana was of course talking about her mother. She forced a sigh, which seemed a bit too loud for the girl's taste.
She pushed her messenger bag up her shoulder a bit, before clutching the handle to the outside, her eyes clenched together, before the door swung open and into the drenching rain. She covered her eyes with one hand in efforts to at least see where she was going. Her gray eyes blinked as stray droplets found their way into her sockets as she ran on the tricky cobblestone path. This of course was her parent's thought of lovely; by far the stones were not exactly the best to travel on with pouring rain, and not a decent umbrella.
The rain did not make any attempts to lighten as she walked about a quarter of a mile to the front gates, which were left unmanned and oh so luckily closed. Ana scooted to the side of the large iron fencing, and found the side, which was covered in prickly bushes. After many scratches, and ripped clothing the teen finally made it out of the gates.
"Now to walk another mile or so." she muttered to herself, continuing the habit of brushing away a strand of her wet hair, that clingged to the side of her freckled visage like a second skin.
Ana soon found herself beneath a large sign that read: Apathy Bus Stop, huddling her arms around her chest, shivering from the cold rain. She bit the side of her lip, a habit that she had had since before she could remember.
Suddenly two large orbs blinded her for a moment, before coming to a screeching halt, not inches from her toes. Her arms were crossed in front of her face, as though she was protecting herself from a mortal blow, only to hear the soft release of the air brakes.
The canary yellow doors swung open, before she could regain herself. Reading to throw a glare of utmost hatred towards the half-baked bus driver, she was in utter shock to see the appearance of him.
He looked so familiar, yet not so much, his fogged over eyes were covered in half-moon spectacles, and his face covered by a long, snowy white beard. Ana would of thought it Christmas if it wasn't the beginning of fall instead of December.
The bus driver looked to say a bit odd in his turquoise uniform, seeming out of place, he gave her a wisp of a smile, as she dumb-foundedly entered. She stared blankly at him for a moment, before returning a forced smirk, and walking to her lucky bus seat, number nine.
The bus tottered for a moment, giving her a small lurch, and continuing in a rickety manner. Ana settled down in her seat, looking down at her soaked form with a small laugh. Yes, Ana Parish was laughing at herself, and as odd as it seemed this was considered normal for her.
The bus suddenly swerved, making the freshman collide against the metal side near her seat, then ricocheting her back, making her neck go forward, straining it into a whiplash. She careened forward, spiraling towards seat number ten in a dangerous manner, but a blue light swallowed her up, around ¾ of the way.