Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K Rowling's characters or settings, nor any of Louise Rennison's characters and settings. I do, however own the plot of this story and any original characters I may have created.
Author's Note: This is my first fan-fic, and I really appreciate any reviews, so please, R&R!! I can take constructive flames. Any suggestions for pairings or etc. simply say so in your review (hint, hint) hehehe.....
Author's 2nd Note: This story is set in Harry's 6th year. It is a slight crossover between Harry Potter and the Georgia Nicolson series. However, this is only because the main character is Georgia's cousin and it is written in diary format. So basically it's just a Harry Potter story. Ok, I'll shut up now :) . Enjoy!!
Chapter 1: Pancake Noses
Wednesday, August 20th
8:01 AM
Why am I up so early? I'll tell you why. Because of my stupid father prating about, that's why. He bangs on my door at the crack of dawn (8 am) and yells, "Julia! Get up, I'll be losing my hair by the time we get to that Alley!" And then he walks away, laughing at his own joke (he is bald as two coots, as my cousin Georgia once said). Hahahahahahahahahaha, you're so funny Dad. Not.
10:00 AM
Honestly, why do I always have to go the same crap every year before school starts? It's not like I'm not abnormal enough, what with my stupid puffy hair that refuses to lie flat unless I iron it and my skin that could, quite literally, prevent an international oil crisis. Oh, and the fact that I'm the only one in my family who goes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and knows how to conjure some form of magic (honestly, dad thought it was brilliant the day I got my letter four years ago. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to explain to him that you can't become a wizard if you are born a muggle. He had his 'hokus poukus' phase for three months before Mum shut him up.).
Mum took it quite well actually. Of course, she was scared and confused and blah blah blah when I got my letter, but this messenger person explained everything and since then she's always supported me (I guess it's partly because I'm away for 8 months every year, Thank God).
My brother James is a year younger than me, but he wasn't accepted. It's just as well, since he would have wet himself during the events of my first year (what with the chamber, and everything. Ginny Weasley was actually my sort-of-friend that time. But since she had been setting a giant snake on muggle-born students and using blood to do graffiti I have steered clear of her). Oh pooh, we're here.
11:15 AM
Got new school supplies. Mum's all fussed because it's O.W.L year. I may have to put a Silencing Charm on her (like that time in charms class when Jamie put the spell on a frog, except it somehow blew up and the entire class ended up covered in green frog guts. Professor Flitwick was not happy.
6:06 PM
I have just realized this: I am fourteen going on fifteen (coming up in October) and I have not had a proper boyfriend. I mean, I've snogged a few times, but still, a boyfriend is a boyfriend.
Georgia's my age and she has the most marvy boyfriend, very oo-er sex godish. We used to be very close (me and Georgia, not marvy sex god), but now we've sort of drifted apart (perhaps it has to do with the fact that I practice spells and brew potions while she snogs sex gods and hangs out with her somewhat dim friend Jas).
I've got loads of friends too, except that we only usually see each other in Hogwarts. Shame, though. They miss out on seeing my perfectly normal father (well, as normal as fathers that are bald, have motorcycles, and say 'abracadabra' every time they see you can be).
Tuesday, August 26th
6:02 PM
Bored and bored.
6:07 PM
Owled Diana, my best friend. Sent following in-depth message:
Di,
Sup??
xoxx Jules
6:20 PM
Received following meaningful reply:
Jules,
Nm. You??
xoxx, Di
God, there is no creativity in this world.
Thursday, August 28th
10:04 AM
Packed trunk. James just clogged up my lippie with toothpaste (boys are so mature). I was too tempted to use the Body-Bind curse on him. Maybe later. If only he didn't know I'm not allowed to use magic out of school.
Sunday, August 31st
6:07 PM
SCHOOL TOMORROW!! Well, Hogwarts Express journey tomorrow....but, still. A whole other year of driving Snape insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, September 1st
6:35 PM
Oh poo. Oh poo and triple merde. I will never be able to show my face in public again!! The day started out okay.....before disaster struck!
Ok, so I'm woken up by my oh-so-considerate father again at the crack of dawn (although according to him, the Hogwarts Express leaves in an hour. Oh, joy).
We finally got to the station and I got onboard and everything was fine, we had gotten a compartment to ourselves (we as in me and my ace gang: Me, Diana, Jenna, Aggie, Beth, and Mel. Me, Diana, and Jenna are in Gryffindor, Aggie is in Ravenclaw, and Beth and Mel are Hufflepuffs. Ginny used to hang out with us, but that was ages ago, in our first year. Now she sticks to Miranda, Vicky, that whole geeky crowd. They're all a quiet bunch who push Ginny to talk to Harry Potter. According to them, life-long relationships start at the ums, and ers).
Anyway, so there we were, just talking about how to best torture Argus Filch, the caretaker, this year, when I went to look for the food cart lady, since I wanted a few more cauldron cakes. So I get there, and I lean over to tap her on the shoulder, when some daft second year bumps into me just as a compartment door slides open. Result: I fell face-first onto the floor. No, wait, nose-first. I swear to god my nose is a bloody pancake now.
Anyway, I slowly got up to see that when I fell, this really gorgeous looking lad fell with me. Apparently, I knocked him over or whatever. But it was nice, having a helping hand to...er, help me.
I noticed his beautiful smile, his gorgeous green eyes (though somewhat hidden because of his round glasses).....very sex godish! Even better than Georgia's bloke. Then.....I saw it. A scar. On his forehead. A lightning shaped scar. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Harry Potter. Oh, crap. I just gawked at him like some bloody fish.
Eventually he said, "Are you alright?"
I distinctly remember saying "Hnggggggggggggggn."
8:08 PM
Approaching Hogwarts. Thank God. I nearly died afterwards, but Harry (it really is a nice name, isn't it? Oh God, shut up, brain!!) laughed slightly and said it was okay. He told me to.....what was it again? Oh, yeah. 'Watch yourself.' Like I was five or something (actually, considering what I said to him, I might just be).
I cannot believe I did not know what an absolute sex god Harry Potter is. I mean, I have known about him ever since he saved my classmate from the whole chamber deal in my first year. Everyone knows him. So why didn't I know know him? You know?
8:10 PM
He really is a SG. If you take those glasses off, he might even look a bit like that bloke of Georgia's except with green not blue eyes. And better looking. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....
8:12 PM
Oh, blast it, we're here already.
