Disclaimer: WHY DO U PPL KEEP ASKING ME FOR THIS? I KNOW THAT I AM NOT (the incredible talented, and all knowing) JK ROWLING NOR WILL I EVER OWN HARRY POTTER etc. Happi now?
Author's note: I came up with this idea at 11 at night, and did the minor out-line for it during my midterms, and took me 2 months to type the whole thing. The entire thing is based on some skits that me and my friend Tom did, back in Nov (with a little of my own stuff thrown in to make a plot). All the new charters are based on people that I know (some of it is kinda sad, lolx) BUT I'm not stupid enough to use real names, besides I'm over exaggerating (a little). I'm not even sure how to categorize this. At some points its amusing, at others its full of angst (or MY version of angest). Then at such weird times you switch points of views. It's easier to read then I'm making it sound though promise
SPEICAL THANKS TO: xXStarFirxX, if not for you, this story would not be in english
Summary: What happens when the people of Harry Potter coming looking for the 3rd unknown person in the prophecy, in my, American high school? It starts of weird and preverted-ish but it gets really involed into some teen problems, that clash with Voldemart.
ANOTHER Author's note: Yes I know the beginning isn't the greatest, but I really just had to get the facts start before I could go into al the exciting adventurous stuff. After the first few chapters it gets good (that's after everyone in the story is on the same level and knows who is who and which is a witch and so on). BE WARNED: A LOT OF NEW CHARTERS (and for all u R/Hr fans, sorry, Ron gets a different girl). AND Malfoy is OoC in most of the senses that he's in. DON'T KILL ME!
He's Here, and We Need Their Blood
Chapter 1
Ron Weasley held up the map as close as he could to his face. "Reveal yourself!" he ordered it. Nothing changed. He couldn't understand; a muggle map was suppose to tell you how to get to the place you want to go, how come all he saw was a piece of paper, with odd marks and lines?
It wasn't as though Ron didn't know where he was already. He was in America, in a muggle high school, in the middle of a hallway, surrounded by muggles that were giving him odd looks. Was it his fault that he couldn't find the C-hallway? No one was trying to help him, anyway. He tried to recall everything his father had ever said about maps before, but it was a long time ago and all he remembered was thinking about how pointless it was, since he was never going to need a map (or so he thought).
He stared begging to it, "Please, just tell me how to get to the C-Hall!" he wasn't sure if the map could here him or not.
Throwing it on the ground he growled "Rubbish"
A bell rang, and before Ron could even blink the hallways cleared and left only the sound of slamming doors, "Does this mean the same it does at home? Am I late to my first lesson already? But what the hell is English Class? Don't they think I know how to speck it? Damn it, I wish I listened more closely to Hermione! I wonder what class she is in now? With her babbling on American culture maybe I would know. This is crazy; first information that my Dad tells me, I need, then Hermione! Before you now it Dobby the house-elf will say something useful"
Ron looked around the deserved halls and tried to see if there was anyone who he could ask for directions. Not a soul in site. He then just started to walk up and down the hallways hoping to bump into someone who could help. He heard a noise. It reminded him a of slurping sound, and it was coming from the…janitors closet?
He found the doorknob and opened it slowly. Discucgeted, inside was an over-weight boy, and about three ugly looking girls, all missing some pieces of clothing, and the boy trying to take more of it off. There was a stench of heroin thrown in there…somewhere.
"Oh, er, sorry to" Ron shut his eyes "…interrupt, but I need to ask you, 'Where is the C-hall?'" he looked away, shielding his eyes from the horror.
The boy obviously didn't hear him, he had hardly looked up from the girls who were in there bras. Now two of them were kissing his neck, while the other one kissed him loudly in a disturbing manner, and unbutton his shirt.
"Excuse me, EXCUSE ME!" Ron screamed.
The boy (and three girls) looked up, "Yo dude!" The boy said. "That's not cool; now ether shut the hell up, or join us." The girls looked eager.
"WHAT?" Ron asked as he nearly gagged on his own spit. "I just wanted to know how to get to the C-hall! I'd like to remain a virgin alittle while longer, thank you."
"Dude, you don't know what your missing," the boy stood up about to shut the door, "Now if you don't mind-" A sudden electrical charge, came out of no where from one of the wires handing from the ceiling, and two the light bulbs went out.
"KYLE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" a blonde girl in a tank-top and jeans (even though it was nearly 30 degrees out), and thin glasses, ran down the hallway, tripped on her untied shoes, and kept running, "ARE YOU INSANE? ARE ANY OF THOSE EVEN YOUR GIRLFRIEND, OR ARE YOU PIMPING THEM TOO?" she stopped in fount of the closet.
Kyle turned a pale shade of red and tried to button his shirt, and zip his pants, " "No Em, I was just having some fun-"
"Um, EW, gross. Please, if you want to make your own porn video, don't do it in a public place. Save us the terror of seeing it early." The blonde said.
"You know, you could join me…"
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT YOU FRICKIN PERVERT! Now please," she looked inside, "all of you. Put your clothes on and" she stuttered, "get to class or something."
The four of them dashed as quickly as possible out of there and down the hall.
"Assholes," she said under her breath. She then noticed Ron standing next to her, "Oh my God, I'm sorry! I didn't even see you there. Please tell me you're not a friend of Kyle's"
"No? That was Kyle, right?"
"Yea, good, your not. God, he's such a man whore. What were you doing here anyway, then?"
"Trying to find out where the C-hall is, I have to get to my first lesson." Ron said hopefully.
"Your new here aren't you, since school has been going since September?" she asked, her eyes seemed to sparkle with curiosity.
"Err, yea. I got transferred from Britain, to here for a little while."
"Cool! Foreign exchange student, I just thought you were faking the British accent. I'm Emmi, by the way. A Freshman, incase you were wondering."
"Freshman?"
"Meaning I'm in 9th grade." Emmi couldn't seem to stop smiling.
"That's what I'm signed up to be in,"
"Perfect, okay, C-hall…you must be going to English, that's were I'm suppose to be, I'll take ya there"
"Um, thanks"
The two started walking past rows of lockers. They pasted a gym, about four vending machines (filled with sweets that Ron had never heard of), and what felt like millions of doors.
Emmi looked toward him, "What's your name?"
Ron thought for a second, he wasn't suppose to give out his real name, since he was doing business for the Order (along with a few other people, who were already in class), "George," he said, that was what he signed up as.
"Well it was very nice to meet you. I wish I could say that what you saw back there with Kyle and those sluts was something that hardly ever happens, but weird things like that happen all the time here. Its like Hogwarts, the American version, or something."
Ron stopped walking, "You know about Hogwarts?"
"Yea, I read about it all the time!" Emmi had started to walk again. "I know all about, Harry and all his adventures, most recently, the Order of the Phoenix and-"
"YOU know about the Order?"
"I'm not the only one, but yea. I love the Harry Potter stories! I'm always trying to write some of my on, I keep them with my jornal, right here," she showed Ron a small black book full of lined paper, "I was about to say you look a lot like Ron Weasley."
Ron felt his ears turn hot from pride. It wasn't offend that people remembered him, and for a complete stranger to know who he was in a different country, was a complete surprise to him. "Why thank you." She IS pretty. In a muggle, perky, nice way. He snapped out of the daze, "So are you helping the Order, you said you knew a lot about it."
"I'd love to, but it's not real."
"Believe me it is."
She laughed for some reason, and then said, "Wow, you must be a big fan of the Harry Potter books, and I though Jack was the biggest H.P. freak."
"WHAT? They're out already?"
"Well isn't that were you learned about all this, the Harry Potter books? Look, here's our room. Do you have lunch next period?" Emmi asked.
He managed to give a nod, as he opened the door.
"Great! Then sit with me, and we'll talk more latter, k?" She and him walked into the class.
Authors note: Okay, Chapter 1, unloaded…right? I'm so excited!