Note: The characters from Harry Potter do not belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros
This first chapter isn't very exciting and not very good (my first fanfic), but it introduces one of my main characters, Amunet. I will be adding more to it soon enough!
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"Go away," Amunet mumbled, pulling the bedsheets over her head.
"Come on Motdirdle, Im hungry," an aggitated Katie Bell stated as she pulled the bedsheets off Amunet again.
Amunet grunted slightly and sat up, stretching her right arm behind her head.
"Fine, Im up Katie. Im up," she said, yawning afterwards.
Katie grinned, glad that she had won.
"I'll meet you in the Great Hall," Katie said before leaving Amunet to get ready and finish stretching.
Amunet nodded to Katie before watching her leave the dormitory. As soon as the doors had shut behind Katie, Amunet got out of bed and walked to the end of the bed where a wooden trunk was kept so she could put her extra books in it.
Ontop of the trunk was her robes and a small black case under her robes. Amunet quickly changed into her robes and opened the black case. Inside the case was her wand, pheonix feather, Ash, 8 inches. Amunet shoved the wand into her robe pockets and opened the trunk. She fumbled through all her belongings before finding her brush and a small mirror. She brushed her shoulder-length, wavy black hair and threw it all back into the trunk. Amunet grabbed her bag and began to make her way to the Great Hall.
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"Sit here Amunet!" rung out a familiar voice from the Gryffindor table.
Amunet walked over towards where Fred and George where sitting and sat across from them.
"Hey," she said while taking a piece of toast and buttering it.
"Hi," Fred and George said in unison before placing a round piece of green taffy on the table.
Amunet looked at it for a moment, her eyes widening.
"No way! Im not trying anymore of your stuff," she quickly said before taking a bit of toast.
Fred and George laughed under their breath.
"Who said it was for you? Tsk Tsk, you just cant get enough of our products, can you Motdirdle?" George laughed.
"Yea, we have a favour to ask you Amunet," Fred said, giving a rather menacing smile.