Silver: Sorry I forgot to introduce myself in the last chapter, my name is
Silver and I am the author of this story, along side of Julian of course
Julian: Duh, I write the parts of this story that Silver can't, The sex mostly sometimes she has difficulty with emotions too.
Silver: GR! Any ways here you go!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They arrived at the castle about an hour later. They had all changed clothes and gotten off the train. Aimie glanced over at Nic, who was waving good-bye to her new friends. They were in third year, so she promised to meet them both later. Nic walked over to meet Aimie and Rachael, but she only seen Aimie.
"Where's Rachael?" she asked, totally clueless to their previous fighting. "You didn't get in a fight did you?" Aimie looked away and crossed her arms
"So what if we did?" she asked. Nic smacked the palm of her hand to her forehead
"You dimwit" she said. "I'm going to go and find her. Honestly you two can't even get to the school before fighting!" Before Aimie could respond Nic was already making her way through the crowd. She pushed her way through a large group of boys to see her standing with the same boy, now accompanied by the red head that was at the platform.
'What is suddenly with Rachael?' Nic thought 'She never does anything with out a motive' She stopped and thought about their conversations previous to getting their letters. 'Almost never' they all got on boats to go to the castle, which they still hadn't seen. Aimie, a blonde haired boy and two other tall gangly boys all got into one boat. Rachael, the Red haired boy and the boy with the messy black hair all got into another. Nic was only a little worried. She sat down in a boat that had no one else in it. Every time another person asked to sit wit her she would reply: "only if you don't mind me reaching into your abdomen and pulling out your liver." Yes, it was true. As cheery as Nic always was she was a very morbid person. She looked back and forth from Aimie to Rachael, they both seemed to be having a good time with their new friends. Nic had still only made the two, but she wasn't worried. She was never a people person, not even at their old school. Nic had known Rachael since first grade they met Aimie in fifth. They were all real good friends, despite certain, 'personality quarks'. The boats turned the corner and the first years caught their first glimpse of the magnificent castle. Some of them gasped, among them Aimie and Rachael. Nic just glared at it like it was some kind of bacteria. Rachael had been reading books from Diagon alley ever since they had gone there. She looked around for the quidditch field frantically. She was one of the few girls who desperately wanted to learn how to fly. Nic recalled when they went to Diagon alley...
~*FLASHBACK*~
The three girls were standing outside a store with dark tinted windows. They were watching as people went in and out of the stores. Their parents had allowed them to go alone, partially because the thought of being around real witches and wizards scared them to death. They were enjoying all the different kinds of people who were there. They had finished their shopping for the day and decided to spend the rest of their money on stuff that just looked cool. Nic had bought a large orb that held small, yet exact, models of the planets. They were floating, by magic (duh). The girls were discussing what the castle was going to be like.
"I don't really want to make anymore friends" Nic said, continuing the discussion. "I'm perfectly fine breaking up you guys' fights." Rachael smiled
"You haven't made any friends for years, we don't really expect you to make anymore" Rachael said, before looking away at a robe shop. "I'll be right back, I see something I like." Aimie and Nic watched as she made her way over to the robe shop. She walked in and walked right back out with a very bright light blue robe. Nic started laughing so hard she lost her balance and fell down. Rachael loved blue, that's really the only way to describe it. She walked over and looked down at the girl with orange hair shaking with laughter.
"Get up carrot" she said. Carrot was Nic's nickname, Bug was Rachael's and Aimie's was, well, Aimie. They all spent the day together having a great time and scaring the shit out of innocent passerby's. Nic liked to hide behind buildings and run around screaming that the world was ending on account of a flea. At the end of the day they all gathered by the exit and made a pact.
"No matter what idiots we meet at this new school" Aimie began "We'll stay friends" Nic groaned as Aimie passed out small silver rings with strange writing engraved in to each one.
"Do I have to?" she said pleadingly
"Yes." Said Rachael "You do"
~*END FLASHBACK*~
Nic looked down at her pinky finger. The silver ring was still there; she wasn't about to take it off. She figured that sooner of later they would both see their own rings and they would all be friends again. But this wasn't going to be a movie ending. Nic only wished it would be. She looked back to Rachael, who was engaged in a deep conversation with the red haired boy. He was objecting to something that she was pressing for. Suddenly they both looked right at her. Rachael made a funny face as Nic stood up and almost fell into the water. Aimie looked to Rachael and gave her an evil glare. Aimie was pissed and the blonde boy was making it worse. They all stayed away from each other as they entered the castle and walked onto what seemed like a large flat stage. There was only one thing one the stage, a small wooden stool with a raggedy old hat on it. This is how they were going to be sorted into houses? Nic punched a wall, her two new friends, Fred and George, had told her it would hurt. Suddenly another fist hit the wall; she turned surprised to see a boy, her age, with the same fiery red hair as the twins. He looked at her, startled, then smiled as his ears turned pink. Nic took a step back and put her hands up. She moved to another part of the line. Suddenly the whole room of people erupted in a chorus of: "Ron and Nic, sittin' in a tree" lead, of course by none other than, Fred and George. Nic shook off the song easily, mostly because she didn't know who Ron was, but at the same time looked around the room to find out exactly who Ron was. The boy looked at her and offered his hand.
"I don't think you know" he said as she took his hand "But I'm Ron" Nic quickly withdrew her hand from him.
"You wouldn't be Fred and George's brother, would you?" She asked
"If I was would you run away screaming?" He asked
"Nope, their friends of mine, and your hair matches theirs" she said as she touched his hair, making him turn redder and causing the whole room to break out in a chorus of: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
"Yes, they are my brothers" he said, his voice shaking slightly. But before Nic could reply they heard:
"Corder, Nicolette!"
"It's Nic!" Nic yelled rudely from across the room, completly oblivious to what was going on. She wised up when Ron gently pushed her forward, she was going to turn and punch him but a woman in Emerald green waved her forward. She sat down on the stool and they sat the pointed hat on her head. They all waited for a moment. The slytherin table looked pretty confident about them getting her. She was dark looking, hardly ever smiling unless she was around Rachael or Aimie. Now she wore a scowl that could scare the shit out of a ghost, despite the fact that they are already dead. The hat just sat on her head for a moment, she could hear him thinking.
'Hmmm, Slytherin suits your personality, ah, but your personal values are a different story! Gryfindor would be perfect for your ability!'
"GRYFINDOR!" the hat called out loudly, making Nic wince in pain from her already growing headache. She stood up and went to sit with Fred and George, who promptly backed away. She warned them both to stop tormenting her and Ron before she shoved their heads up each other's asses. They agreed and they once again started chatting away.
"Humphrey, Aimie!" Yelled the woman in the green cloak. Aimie went up and sat down, she was not up for very long. She had been thinking very negatively about Rachael and the hat could sense that. It yelled: "SLYTHERIN!" almost as soon as it touched her head.
"Mravec, Rachael!" came the next name. Aimie flashed her a vicious look from the Slytherin table. "GRYFINDOR!" It yelled. Rachael came over and sat next to Nic, who completely ignored her.
"Potter, Harry!" The boy with the messy hair walked up. Needless to say, the whole room went crazy with chatter.
'Oh, so that's his name' thought Nic 'No wonder Rachael was so interested in him, she got that weird Evil Warlocks book and probably read all about him.'
"GRYFINDOR!" the hat yelled.
(A/N: Who seen that coming? Anyone? Anyone at all?!)
Harry made his way down and sat right across the table from Rachael.
"Weasley, Ronald!" The strange boy Nic knew only as Ron then made his way across the stage. He sat down and crossed his fingers.
"GRYFINDOR!" Fred and George lead the whole table in huge bursts of applause.
"GO RON!" Fred yelled. Nic just sat there, but George could of sworn he seen a tiny smile cross her face as Ron sat down across from her and Next to Harry. After every one had been sorted, they had the traditional beginning of the year feast. They all ate quickly and way too much. Later they were lead to their rooms. Rachael and Nic were in beds at opposite ends of the room. Nic crawled into her new bed and fell asleep almost right away. She slept in her clothes so she had no need to change; all she did was take off her robe and slept in her muggle clothes. Nic was a muggle born witch, not growing up around the stuff she thought she had a disadvantage. Aimie and Rachael had been raised as muggles, but in no way were. They were both pure bloods but had only discovered it when they got their letters. They had confessed to each other about their letters, but Nic had no idea what to do. She didn't tell anyone about it until she noticed Rachael's sticking out of her bag one day. They had all been so relieved that they all got letters. Aimie and Rachael had made it a point to tease her about not being a pureblood. Nic didn't care though, she knew they were just teasing her, not hurting her. Rachel couldn't sleep as easy as Nic could. She stayed up long after Nic fell asleep, trying to get used to her new surroundings. It took several hours of lying awake for her to realize that it just wasn't happening, so she let her mind wander. Some how she ended up thinking about Aimie. They had all just assumed that they would be in the same house, and they all thought it would be Ravenclaw. Instead two went to Gryfindor and one went to Slytherin? It just didn't make sense. And who was that strange blonde boy? Rachael laughed under her breath as she thought about Ron. Rachael had told Ron that Nic had a crush on him, just to stir things up a little. She almost died of laughter when Nic touched his hair. Though she knew it meant nothing, Ron didn't! The best part was, Rachael could have sworn that Ron loved the attention. She wasn't sure if it was the attention he loved, or if it was the girl that was giving to him. Her mind started to shift again, this time to Nic. She had noticed how Nic had ignored her at dinner, was she mad? Or simply trying to get some space to get new friends? She didn't know, after all she wasn't a psychiatrist! Not only didn't she know, she really didn't care. She was a friend of the famous Harry Potter, she didn't need her old friends now. After all, 9 years didn't mean that much...right? That's what she thought, but she didn't know how wrong she was. After nine years of friendship, a person can leave a mark so deep in your heart, no one, not even you, can miss it. She closed her eyes after thinking of how wonderful life was going to be now that her best friend was famous. She smiled a little as it hit her just how perfect it was that she had told Ron that Nic had a crush on him. Now Ron would be following Nic everywhere trying to find out if it was true. Leaving Rachael alone with Harry, to become his best friend.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Silver: Ha! I'm a good writer, thanks to all you guys who reviewed! I appreciate it, and it helped me write some of this chapter!
Julian: :::giggles:::
Silver: what the fuck...?
Julian: you and that person at school
Silver: :::turns bright red::: I told you to shut up about that...
Julian: :::bursts out laughing:::
Silver: :::hides::: Next chapter coming soon!
Julian: Duh, I write the parts of this story that Silver can't, The sex mostly sometimes she has difficulty with emotions too.
Silver: GR! Any ways here you go!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They arrived at the castle about an hour later. They had all changed clothes and gotten off the train. Aimie glanced over at Nic, who was waving good-bye to her new friends. They were in third year, so she promised to meet them both later. Nic walked over to meet Aimie and Rachael, but she only seen Aimie.
"Where's Rachael?" she asked, totally clueless to their previous fighting. "You didn't get in a fight did you?" Aimie looked away and crossed her arms
"So what if we did?" she asked. Nic smacked the palm of her hand to her forehead
"You dimwit" she said. "I'm going to go and find her. Honestly you two can't even get to the school before fighting!" Before Aimie could respond Nic was already making her way through the crowd. She pushed her way through a large group of boys to see her standing with the same boy, now accompanied by the red head that was at the platform.
'What is suddenly with Rachael?' Nic thought 'She never does anything with out a motive' She stopped and thought about their conversations previous to getting their letters. 'Almost never' they all got on boats to go to the castle, which they still hadn't seen. Aimie, a blonde haired boy and two other tall gangly boys all got into one boat. Rachael, the Red haired boy and the boy with the messy black hair all got into another. Nic was only a little worried. She sat down in a boat that had no one else in it. Every time another person asked to sit wit her she would reply: "only if you don't mind me reaching into your abdomen and pulling out your liver." Yes, it was true. As cheery as Nic always was she was a very morbid person. She looked back and forth from Aimie to Rachael, they both seemed to be having a good time with their new friends. Nic had still only made the two, but she wasn't worried. She was never a people person, not even at their old school. Nic had known Rachael since first grade they met Aimie in fifth. They were all real good friends, despite certain, 'personality quarks'. The boats turned the corner and the first years caught their first glimpse of the magnificent castle. Some of them gasped, among them Aimie and Rachael. Nic just glared at it like it was some kind of bacteria. Rachael had been reading books from Diagon alley ever since they had gone there. She looked around for the quidditch field frantically. She was one of the few girls who desperately wanted to learn how to fly. Nic recalled when they went to Diagon alley...
~*FLASHBACK*~
The three girls were standing outside a store with dark tinted windows. They were watching as people went in and out of the stores. Their parents had allowed them to go alone, partially because the thought of being around real witches and wizards scared them to death. They were enjoying all the different kinds of people who were there. They had finished their shopping for the day and decided to spend the rest of their money on stuff that just looked cool. Nic had bought a large orb that held small, yet exact, models of the planets. They were floating, by magic (duh). The girls were discussing what the castle was going to be like.
"I don't really want to make anymore friends" Nic said, continuing the discussion. "I'm perfectly fine breaking up you guys' fights." Rachael smiled
"You haven't made any friends for years, we don't really expect you to make anymore" Rachael said, before looking away at a robe shop. "I'll be right back, I see something I like." Aimie and Nic watched as she made her way over to the robe shop. She walked in and walked right back out with a very bright light blue robe. Nic started laughing so hard she lost her balance and fell down. Rachael loved blue, that's really the only way to describe it. She walked over and looked down at the girl with orange hair shaking with laughter.
"Get up carrot" she said. Carrot was Nic's nickname, Bug was Rachael's and Aimie's was, well, Aimie. They all spent the day together having a great time and scaring the shit out of innocent passerby's. Nic liked to hide behind buildings and run around screaming that the world was ending on account of a flea. At the end of the day they all gathered by the exit and made a pact.
"No matter what idiots we meet at this new school" Aimie began "We'll stay friends" Nic groaned as Aimie passed out small silver rings with strange writing engraved in to each one.
"Do I have to?" she said pleadingly
"Yes." Said Rachael "You do"
~*END FLASHBACK*~
Nic looked down at her pinky finger. The silver ring was still there; she wasn't about to take it off. She figured that sooner of later they would both see their own rings and they would all be friends again. But this wasn't going to be a movie ending. Nic only wished it would be. She looked back to Rachael, who was engaged in a deep conversation with the red haired boy. He was objecting to something that she was pressing for. Suddenly they both looked right at her. Rachael made a funny face as Nic stood up and almost fell into the water. Aimie looked to Rachael and gave her an evil glare. Aimie was pissed and the blonde boy was making it worse. They all stayed away from each other as they entered the castle and walked onto what seemed like a large flat stage. There was only one thing one the stage, a small wooden stool with a raggedy old hat on it. This is how they were going to be sorted into houses? Nic punched a wall, her two new friends, Fred and George, had told her it would hurt. Suddenly another fist hit the wall; she turned surprised to see a boy, her age, with the same fiery red hair as the twins. He looked at her, startled, then smiled as his ears turned pink. Nic took a step back and put her hands up. She moved to another part of the line. Suddenly the whole room of people erupted in a chorus of: "Ron and Nic, sittin' in a tree" lead, of course by none other than, Fred and George. Nic shook off the song easily, mostly because she didn't know who Ron was, but at the same time looked around the room to find out exactly who Ron was. The boy looked at her and offered his hand.
"I don't think you know" he said as she took his hand "But I'm Ron" Nic quickly withdrew her hand from him.
"You wouldn't be Fred and George's brother, would you?" She asked
"If I was would you run away screaming?" He asked
"Nope, their friends of mine, and your hair matches theirs" she said as she touched his hair, making him turn redder and causing the whole room to break out in a chorus of: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
"Yes, they are my brothers" he said, his voice shaking slightly. But before Nic could reply they heard:
"Corder, Nicolette!"
"It's Nic!" Nic yelled rudely from across the room, completly oblivious to what was going on. She wised up when Ron gently pushed her forward, she was going to turn and punch him but a woman in Emerald green waved her forward. She sat down on the stool and they sat the pointed hat on her head. They all waited for a moment. The slytherin table looked pretty confident about them getting her. She was dark looking, hardly ever smiling unless she was around Rachael or Aimie. Now she wore a scowl that could scare the shit out of a ghost, despite the fact that they are already dead. The hat just sat on her head for a moment, she could hear him thinking.
'Hmmm, Slytherin suits your personality, ah, but your personal values are a different story! Gryfindor would be perfect for your ability!'
"GRYFINDOR!" the hat called out loudly, making Nic wince in pain from her already growing headache. She stood up and went to sit with Fred and George, who promptly backed away. She warned them both to stop tormenting her and Ron before she shoved their heads up each other's asses. They agreed and they once again started chatting away.
"Humphrey, Aimie!" Yelled the woman in the green cloak. Aimie went up and sat down, she was not up for very long. She had been thinking very negatively about Rachael and the hat could sense that. It yelled: "SLYTHERIN!" almost as soon as it touched her head.
"Mravec, Rachael!" came the next name. Aimie flashed her a vicious look from the Slytherin table. "GRYFINDOR!" It yelled. Rachael came over and sat next to Nic, who completely ignored her.
"Potter, Harry!" The boy with the messy hair walked up. Needless to say, the whole room went crazy with chatter.
'Oh, so that's his name' thought Nic 'No wonder Rachael was so interested in him, she got that weird Evil Warlocks book and probably read all about him.'
"GRYFINDOR!" the hat yelled.
(A/N: Who seen that coming? Anyone? Anyone at all?!)
Harry made his way down and sat right across the table from Rachael.
"Weasley, Ronald!" The strange boy Nic knew only as Ron then made his way across the stage. He sat down and crossed his fingers.
"GRYFINDOR!" Fred and George lead the whole table in huge bursts of applause.
"GO RON!" Fred yelled. Nic just sat there, but George could of sworn he seen a tiny smile cross her face as Ron sat down across from her and Next to Harry. After every one had been sorted, they had the traditional beginning of the year feast. They all ate quickly and way too much. Later they were lead to their rooms. Rachael and Nic were in beds at opposite ends of the room. Nic crawled into her new bed and fell asleep almost right away. She slept in her clothes so she had no need to change; all she did was take off her robe and slept in her muggle clothes. Nic was a muggle born witch, not growing up around the stuff she thought she had a disadvantage. Aimie and Rachael had been raised as muggles, but in no way were. They were both pure bloods but had only discovered it when they got their letters. They had confessed to each other about their letters, but Nic had no idea what to do. She didn't tell anyone about it until she noticed Rachael's sticking out of her bag one day. They had all been so relieved that they all got letters. Aimie and Rachael had made it a point to tease her about not being a pureblood. Nic didn't care though, she knew they were just teasing her, not hurting her. Rachel couldn't sleep as easy as Nic could. She stayed up long after Nic fell asleep, trying to get used to her new surroundings. It took several hours of lying awake for her to realize that it just wasn't happening, so she let her mind wander. Some how she ended up thinking about Aimie. They had all just assumed that they would be in the same house, and they all thought it would be Ravenclaw. Instead two went to Gryfindor and one went to Slytherin? It just didn't make sense. And who was that strange blonde boy? Rachael laughed under her breath as she thought about Ron. Rachael had told Ron that Nic had a crush on him, just to stir things up a little. She almost died of laughter when Nic touched his hair. Though she knew it meant nothing, Ron didn't! The best part was, Rachael could have sworn that Ron loved the attention. She wasn't sure if it was the attention he loved, or if it was the girl that was giving to him. Her mind started to shift again, this time to Nic. She had noticed how Nic had ignored her at dinner, was she mad? Or simply trying to get some space to get new friends? She didn't know, after all she wasn't a psychiatrist! Not only didn't she know, she really didn't care. She was a friend of the famous Harry Potter, she didn't need her old friends now. After all, 9 years didn't mean that much...right? That's what she thought, but she didn't know how wrong she was. After nine years of friendship, a person can leave a mark so deep in your heart, no one, not even you, can miss it. She closed her eyes after thinking of how wonderful life was going to be now that her best friend was famous. She smiled a little as it hit her just how perfect it was that she had told Ron that Nic had a crush on him. Now Ron would be following Nic everywhere trying to find out if it was true. Leaving Rachael alone with Harry, to become his best friend.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Silver: Ha! I'm a good writer, thanks to all you guys who reviewed! I appreciate it, and it helped me write some of this chapter!
Julian: :::giggles:::
Silver: what the fuck...?
Julian: you and that person at school
Silver: :::turns bright red::: I told you to shut up about that...
Julian: :::bursts out laughing:::
Silver: :::hides::: Next chapter coming soon!