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Chapter Three: The Transformation

In The Cell

I pause in my reminiscing for a moment, and look over at Sirius. He has no idea, of what happened. I suppose he thinks I turned on them for the fun of it. But I am the only one who knows, that is not true. I remember, when I was first brought here, James came to visit me, just once though. I don't quite recall much about the conversation, but I do recall this.

"Why, Chars! WHY?" he asked, desperate.

"Don't call me that!" I screamed, I could not take this. James was here, I was here, and I couldn't help but want to knock him upside the head, but at the same time tell him I was sorry, that I missed him. But I couldn't say that! I'd made my decision a long time ago, and I was going to stick with it. Damn that stupid Leliam pride. Damnations!

"Okay, but why would you do something like that?"

"Because. I. Can." I replied, and had my nose practically in the air.

"What happened to you?" he asked, his eyes all clouded with confusion.

"I'll tell you what happened to me. Life happened. Reality Happened." I retorted coolly, and I meant every word I said. "Now, I'm going to ask you nicely. Please leave, before you cause me even more pain." He scowled at this, and walked out.

I sighed, and closed my eyes, putting my mind back to where I was. Sadly, I do not remember much of the actual 'transformation' I made. It must have been sometime between Third and Sixth year, but I do know I went through a great deal of change. I went from a punked out optimist, to a dark gothic ice queen.

Seventh Year

Charli stood on the Platform, ready to board the train. She looked down at herself, and did not cringe at what she saw. She wore a Tripp rivet shirt along with turquoise chain link pants (Also made by Tripp). Her arms were decked out in bondage and spike bracelets, and she wore an o-ring collar. As for her makeup, she had put on Virgin Pressed Powder to make her face pale, her eyeliner was on extra-heavy, and her lips were stark black, as was her hair. She sighed, and made her way onto the train, and looked around for an empty place to sit. But instead, she found Malfoy and Snape is a rut, in a compartment with the Marauders. That was what James called his gang now. This 'gang' consisted of a) James Potter himself, 2) Sirius Black, 3) Remus Lupin, and finally, 4) Peter Pettigrew. Obviously, the only taste he had was in his mouth. She sauntered over to the compartment and leaned on the doorframe, an amused look on her face.

"Malfoy, Snape, need a hand?" she asked, and even if she was practically considered a Slytherin, she still liked calling them by their last names, for some odd reason. Snape and Malfoy were both cornered, and little Pettigrew was just sitting there, eating. Eating, or all things, at a time like this. Was he off his trolley? Her gaze went back to Malfoy and saw him nod.

"So you have to get Charli here to fight your battles?" Sirius asked mockingly.

"Oh Shut Up, Black." She said rolling her eyes and she whipped out her wand. "Because you hear that? It's the sound of no one caring what you think, say, or do." She pointed her wand at the group, and whispered something under her breath. Green sticky goo shot out the end and basically stuck them to the wall. Charli, being satisfied with her work, turned on her heel and left, not bothering to even give Malfoy and Snape a second glance. She picked a compartment at the very end of the train, and slid the door closed. Charli still got into fights frequently, and she hung out with a girl called Riley. Riley Potter, who just happened to be James's twin sister. But, Riley wasn't anything like James in fact she was his polar opposite. Riley had taken Charli under her wing, but that didn't mean she was like her shadow. When she was with Riley, she was an equal. She didn't have to worry if she was or wasn't living her life the way someone else wanted her to live it. Charli layed down on the seat and stretched out, but sadly she didn't fit anymore so she had to bunch up her knees a bit. Well, more then a bit. Great gods was she tired, she though as she closed her eyes.

She wasn't sure how long she slept, but she woke up to hear someone screaming at her to wake up. She opened her eyes and blinked sleepily at Riley.

"Riles, I need sleep. Go away." She said, and was ready to fall back asleep.

"We're almost there. You might want to change." Riley commented. Charli groaned and got up, and walked into the Girls Lavatory to change. By the time she was done, it was time to get off the train. She and Riley walked over to the carriages, and Charli cringed as she looked at the Thestrals. Those things gave her a serious case of the heebie jeebies. The only two carriages that had room in it was with Jake Flint and another with Malfoy. Riley went to sit next to Malfoy, leaving Charli with Flint. Positively wonderful, she thought as Flint scooted closer to her.

"Flint, you're invading my personal space." She said, her voice tense. She had this thing about people getting to close to her, or touching her at all.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, grinning. She wasn't sure what he meant by that, until he grabbed her wrists and pulled her towards him, and basically mashed his face into hers. He wasn't that bad of a kisser, but still. She wasn't exactly all that fond of Flint, but that didn't stop her from kissing him back. Sometimes, Charli desperately needed to fell...well...wanted. And the way she did this was by doing exactly what she was doing now, making out with any guy who would. She let out a moan against his lips as his hands slid up into her shirt. The carriage lurched to a stop, and Flint reluctantly broke apart from her. She walked out of it, and straightened her clothes, and went with everyone inside.

Charli hated watching the Sorting Ceremony. To her it was deathly boring with a capital B. But watching this years sorting brought back memories of her own sorting, seven long years ago.

[Flashback]

"James... What if I end up in Slytherin?" Charli asked her friend James.

"Don't Worry," he soothed. "You won't."

But she wasn't so sure. He father had been in Slytherin, and her mother in Ravenclaw. Not that there was technically anything wrong with the Slytherin House, but she knew that James would end up in Gryffindor, and everyone knew that Gryffindor and Slytherin were rivals, and enemies.

"Leliam, Charlene?" she heard a voice say, and sighed. Why was everyone sure her full name was Charlene? It wasn't, it was Charli. Just Charli.

"It's Charli." She informed the professor, and sat on the stool. A patchy old hat was put on her head, and she immediately heard a voice inside her head.

-Where to put you... Where to put you..- It said. –You have a great mind, witty and cunning, yet you are brave. And I sense loyalty here also..- It paused for a moment.

"GRYFFINDOR!" It shouted, and she walked over to the Gryffindor table, almost grumpily. Her dad would have a cow, and her mum would be mad too. She had wanted so bad to be in Ravenclaw. But things cheered up when James got sorted there too. Charli noticed her sister, Dylan seated at the Ravenclaw table, and her brother, Lionel also at the Ravenclaw table.

[End Flashback]

Now, more then ever did Charli wish she has been sorted into Ravenclaw. Then she wouldn't have the problem of having to try and avoid being anywhere near her roommates and the Marauders at every corner. She had classes with them, she had a dorm with some of them, it was murder. Even if she was 'over' James, she really wasn't. She would always resent him, and didn't always feel like she could deal with him. The Marauders liked to play jokes on her, and Sirius still looked at her butt. Didn't he get it? She would never go out with him. Though, she might snog him... maybe. But never go on a date or anything. Charli didn't date guys. Lily called her a slut, but Charli saw it differently. She was keeping her heart from being broken. No harm in that, was there, of course not. Dumbledore tore her out of her thoughts by starting to drone on about the forbidden forest is off limits and blah, blah, blah! Dumbledore ended his speech, and she practically dove into her food. Her father was not the nicest man in the world, and sometimes when she didn't behave he would lock her in her room, which meant no food, no drink, no fresh air... Charli sighed, and pushed away her plate when it was time to leave and go up to the Common Room.

Nights later, Charli sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, staring into the blazing fire, thinking of what she wanted to do when she was out of Hogwarts. Suddenly someone was behind her, with his or her hands over her eyes.

"Guess Who?" a voice asked, a voice that she recognized and she groaned.

"Black, get your hands off me." She said, and instantly his hands were gone, but he was now sitting beside her. "Why won't you just leave me alone?"

"Because it's just so entertaining to watch you get all frustrated." He said, laughingly but this only made Charli madder. He thought he and the right to bug her, because he found it entertaining? Of course, she went around making out with guys because she found it entertaining, but that was different.

"Oh, and that makes it perfectly alright." She said sarcastically. Sirius replied with an equally sarcastic 'of course.' She laughed, and covered her hand with her mouth to stifle it. Wait, what was she doing? She wasn't supposed to get along with Sirius Black.

"Guess what rumors are saying lately?" he said, and she just rolled her eyes. "They're saying you give 'services'." He stated, and she looked at him like he had just announced he was a pink-headed balloon fish.

"Well I don't, so don't be getting any ideas." She said, her voice shaky.

"But you're always making out with some random guy." Sirius started, but Charli cut him off.

"That happens to be because... just because. But I don't do the kinds of things your thinking about!" she practically screamed. She didn't so things like that! Girls like that were real sluts, and she wasn't one. She wouldn't stand for this, and she didn't have to.

"Well, do you do things like... this?" he asked as he leaned in, and started to kiss her. Charli was so shocked, that for a moment she didn't know how to respond. Much to her dismay, she couldn't help but kiss him back... he was such a good kisser, and it wasn't every day that heart throbs like Sirius Black grabbed her and started to snog her as if there was no tomorrow. It was good and all, but what would people say if they found her like this? Lip locked with Black, oh would Cissa have a parade, or what? She tried to get away, she really actually did, but Sirius had put himself on top of her. After a while, she had finally been able to turn her head away from his.

"Get. Off. Me... Now!" she whispered, her lungs feeling crushed by his weight.

"Don't tell me your not like every other girl is this school who wants me." He said, and his voice sounded quite funny.

"Alright I won't tell you that I absolutely despise you." She said, and pushed him off her in his moment of confusion, of why she had rejected him.

"I would like to remind you that in the future I would appreciate it if you would keep your hands.. and lips off me." She said, and stomped off to the Girls Dormitory.

[END CHAPTER]

Dear Readers,

Zat is ze end of Chapter THREE! Hope ya'll liked it. By the way, I'm planning on making a sequel after this one, about Charli's daughter... But I can't decide on a name. I'm stuck between Jeanette and Valkaryie. I'd like to hear your opinions on which name you like best, so send me and e-mail, and let me know what you think.

Thanks All,

Asch