Selene's Story

Haji me mashite, ore wa Elly desu! (Nice to meet you, I'm Elly!)
This is my first Harry Potter fic. Not to mention my first Selene fic of a whole row…
I know I wrote the beginning of this story from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, so don't flame me when I wrote something wrong.
Oh and the characters are in their fifth year at Hogwarts.
Before we go on to the fic, first the Usuals:

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but Selene and friends are mine!

Warnings: May be R-rated, slight angst, drama, romance, maybe Yaoi, but that's for me to decide… and of course the formula for a good fanfic… CRAZYNESS!

Elly Yuki

-In the year 2500, a girl digs up a strange looking diary, but she cannot part from it and on a night decides to write in it seeing as the diary wasn't written in, so it seemed…-

Elly opens the dairy.
Elly writes: 'My name is Elly.'
The ink forms an answer on the page.

Hi Elly.
My name is Selene Swarofski.

Elly started scribbling down some more.

'Were you a witch too?'

Yes. I found out I had magical powers in the year 2000. Of course when I figured that out I've never mentioned anything to my parents. It would shock them or they would send me to therapy. Or so I thought…

Let's go back in time, I'll show you how life was back then…

Elly gets sucked in.

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The noise of an alarm clock echoed through the mansion. Someone stirred in the bed from across the room.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

A grumbling sound arose from the bed and it stirred even more when the alarm decided to make even more noise.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

"GRMBL!"

Selene sat up in her bed and hit the alarm so hard it fell off the bed stand. The crushing sound bounced off walls and ceiling.

Well, there goes the 25th… She thought and shrugged.

Selene looked at her stereo on the bookshelf across the room with her eyes blurred from nightmares and sleep.

I wish that thing could go on by itself…

She looked at it concentrated on the display of her beloved stereo, both trying to fix her vision slightly and trying to turn it on with her eyes, like all those people in the movies. For a moment her inner child got the best of her and she actually believed she could do it as long as she believed in it. After that glorious moment of feeling strong, her subconscious got a struggle hold on her inner child and bitch-slapped her in her face.

That's RIDICULOUS! I'm going mental! Get a hold over yourself and focus on getting out of bed and walk all the way there to hear some music in this stone palace.

She didn't notice she had closed her eyes and bowed her head in defeat. She shot up and simply glared evilly at her stereo before going at it, because it didn't grant her wish. She started walking faster towards it still glaring daggers, when suddenly the display shot on and music came flowing out of the boxes. She wasn't even midway her room. Selene just stood there looking at her stereo on her bookshelf in horror like it was bewitched.

Now I'm really going mental…

The music slowly calmed her senses and she started dancing on one of her favourite songs: 'Baila (sexy thing)' from Zucchero. As she looked at it, her day couldn't have started any better. So what if she was telepathic? She couldn't get any more popular on her school… Everybody knows her. And today she had to focus on another dancing contest she would win; her trophy closet was full of them. She simply accepted it. She could worry about it later.

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"Oi! Sele!"

Selene turned to see who it was.

"Marcus! Run faster, boy! We don't want to get latefor school, do we?"

Selene started to walk faster to a huge building in the distance, called Souris High, spoken with a French accent. Yes, Selene lived in France.

Marcus Malon was trying to keep up with her. He realised he'd need some more exercise.

"But, Selene! Wait for me!"

"Oh, don't be such a WIMP, Marcus! Come ON! First one at the gate wins!"

And with that Selene ran off towards the school building, though Marcus still couldn't figure out how she could run in those dresses she constantly was wearing on school. Marcus' thoughts trailed off to her slender figure: she wore her red, velvety dress-for-special-occasions with the usual shades in matching colours, a red jeans jacket, red shoes and a red scarf, but Marcus Malonon the other hand wore his very wide, red jeans with a black shirt, a brown cloak over that with black shoes.

The wind played with Selene's soft blonde hair, just that moment she didn't care it got all messy. She felt victorious, like she already ruled the world. She knew that she eventually would, but right now she had to win that race.

"I won!"

Selene stood upright proudly as a red haired Marcus came hobbling towards her. She smirked evilly as she saw him bow forward and place his hands on his knees, while panting, breath knocked out of him.

"I won."

It was a statement now; there was a mock sign of cruelty and malice in her voice, still smirking evilly as she followed him pant with her eyes. Marcus looked up and a sign of regret flashed by in his blue eyes.

"I know. Damn, I need to exercise more…"

Selene didn't answer that, but just turned around and entered Souris High.

"Selene! Long time no see!"

She smiled as she recognized the small black and white figure standing in the crowd as Penelope Prodige. She was her best friend. They were inseparable. Selene smiled as she saw what Penelope was wearing. It was so her kind of clothes; short. Penelope wore a short black jeans skirt with a belt with spikes on, a stylish white, woollen, winter sweater which showed her belly bottom, a black, long jeans jacket and leather, knee-high boots with white stockings. Her black clothes made her look ghostly pale, her demonic yellow contact lenses strengthened the scary view even more, when you saw the evil smirk playing on her lips you'd prepare to run and hide. Still Selene thought she looked fashionable. And her soft, raven black hair was something to be cherished. It was as rarely seen as her ownblonde locks.

"I thought I invited you to my house for a sleep over?"

Selene said while Penelope walked towards her.

"Sleeping with boys isn't my style actually."

Selene laughed at what her friend just said.

"I don't think that Marcus is qualified as a 'boy'!"

"Well thank you for your friendly comment…"

Selene stopped laughing and turned around to see Marcus standing behind her, still panting like a dog. She grinned evilly at him.

"You're welcome!"

"You're such a goof, Malon!"

Penelope said while giggling and patting his back.

The bell rang and Selene and Penelope bid farewell to Marcus and followed their class upstairs.

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"I'm back!"

Selene closed the front door behind her as she entered her home after a hard working day at her school.

"Welcome back sweetie! How was your day?"

Her mother briefly looked out of the kitchen then went back to prepare diner.

Selene hung her jacket on the coat rack and put her shades on a small table in the hall.

"Horrible, just as always…"

"How come?"

Selene came into the living room and saw her father asking her a question while his face was hidden behind the Monday paper. That was why Selene disliked papers so much: too messy to fold up again, too big and they hide your looks.

She smiled as she thought that horrid-looking Melissa Morague might need a few papers to hide behind.

"Melissa was being mean again, daddy." She pouted and went to sit on his lap while he was folding his paper. "She's so revolting and has a terrible style for clothing! I wish I attended another school then her…"

"Who's Melissa again?"

"Daaaad…"

Selene whined.

"What? You don't expect me to remember all those names. Who is she? Another friend of yours?"

"No! Not a friend! Melissa Morague is my enemy! She's the worst and she has totally no style of her own! She doesn't belong in that school! And I even think she's not even of our kind, the rich kind!"

"She'll never be of our kind… Not that I think she would anyway…"

Mr. Swarofski muttered under his breath.

"What did you say, daddy?"

"Nothing dear, but maybe you should help her to be such a beauty queen like my little doll, what do you think?"

Selene grimaced as if her father just made a suggestion to prance around naked outside.

"I don't want that spoiled brat to be like me. She doesn't deserve it!"

"Sweetie! You better get ready for the dancing contest! And diner is almost ready too!"

Selene's mom came out of the kitchen, her hands all smudgy. She tried to hug Selene and say she didn't have to worry about the contest. Selene escaped her arms and ran upstairs while saying:

"Can't waste precious dress-up time!"

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I still think I look pretty good in this… Even though my mom almost ruined my pretty dress with her dirty hands…

Selene was looking at herself in the big mirror on her wall while she still wore her red velvet dress from school.

Damn, I wanna dance in this…

"You know you can't…" Someone whispered behind her.

Selene turned around to see who it was, but she got knocked down before she could see who dared to enter her room without permission. She bumped her head against the mirror and broke it; she got injured on her head. Crimson red mixed with golden blonde and then everything went black…

"Oh, did you HAVE to do that Brutus? I just told you, you couldn't! Now we'll have to drag her with us like this… What will Dumbledore say?"

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A high-pitched scream could be heard through out the whole castle. It was just dawn and a pretty warm Friday was awaiting, but still everyone got woken up because of a very scared girl lying in the Hospital Wing.

"Well it's about time you woke up! You've been out cold for the last four days."

Selene looked to the door and saw Madam Pomfrey in her night gown, slippers on her feet and a hair net on her head.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"No need to scream! You already woke up the whole school by now!"

"School?"

Selene was getting worried... She was kidnapped, knocked out cold and now suddenly she woke up in a very creepy place, met a creepy looking woman in her pyjamas while she thought the woman said this was a school.

"What day is it?"

"Friday and don't just sit there! Try these robes on."

Madam Pomfrey threw some black robes without house symbol on her bed.

"I refuse to put this ugly thing on!"

"Then you can go to your fellow students unclothed."

"WHAT! You mean, like, naked?"

"If that's what you want…"

Madame Pomfrey stepped closer to her bed to put the robes away again.

"Er… No, no! I'm fine, I'll wear it…"

Selene said while clasping the robes to her body. Madam Pomfrey shrugged, turned on her heels and walked towards the door.

"Even though I really hate to wear these weird clothes and really think they're ugly…"

Selene added under her breath, while Madam Pomfrey reached the oak doors of the Hospital Wing and turned around.

"Did you say anything dear?"

"No miss!"

Selene shook her head and looked as if she didn't knew what the woman was talking about.

"Okay then… Put those on, I'll come back in a minute…"

Pomfrey's head disappeared behind the doors and Selene started hissing swearwords at her, trying to do that as quiet as possible.

"Who does she think she is? Commanding me like, like… Like an INFANT! It's outrageous! Then giving me these rags to wear! It's IMPOSSIBLE for me to wear such… Pauvres vêtements! IMPOSSIBLE! Zut! Zut, zut, ZUT !" ((1))

Selene even started swearing in French… Trapped in one of her French Furies.

Instead of swearing much further, she got an idea.

Why wear these UGLY clothes while I still have my normal clothes… Somewhere… Oh boy, I better look for my clothes, before that witch comes back…

She didn't realise she was right about the witch part.

Selene jumped out of bed and saw she still had her underwear on. Now all she had to do was finding her dress back.

She walked out of the dorm and into the waiting room, well it was more like a hall with chairs against the walls. There were two other doors in that room; a big one, decorated with gold and a smaller one. Selene assumed that the big one was the exit and the smaller one lead to the room of that weird woman.

She slowly stepped to the door of Pomfrey's room and opened the door a little so she could see what the woman was doing…

She nearly choked. Madame Pomfrey was changing and was currently standing in her underwear...

End chapter 1

Look I know this was a crappy first chapter. ((And an even crappier title, mind you.)) Though, it was just an interlude to get the story going. Much more interesting things will happen in the second chapter. But the next thing posted in this story will be a character file and I'll have to explain a few things in from this chapter. I really appreciate the people who took the time to read this! It was only something for fun to write. Something small. But I think I can see some progress here. Sorry to end the first chapter with such a cliffhanger.

There is just NO WAY in hell this is happening! I'm so sorry for the 'putted'. It's one of my old weird things that I got wrong in English. This chapter is a very old one actually. Nearly two years old, maybe older. And I still didn't see it…

((1)) Pauvres vêtements: French for "poor persons' clothes",
Zut: French for "darned", "damn", "hell" and "damnation".