Disclaimer: All characters that are the least bit familiar belong to J. K. Rowling along with places and items… Anything that is unfamiliar belongs to all of the crazy, sugar-high writers of this fic.
Warning: Possible foul language, violence, sexual-displays, and other potentially offensive things. We'll try to keep everything down to a minimum…
Summary: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone retold through the view of six average students attending Hogwarts.
Authors: Angel-of-Music, Arc Angel, Lady Nickoly, Lord Jak, MudrakDragon and Ronin S. Oath.
Story Index: "Speech." 'Thoughts.' -Dreams or flashbacks (whichever word follows).-
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Our Story
Chapter Five
Lightning snakes through the sky and thunder roars as thick waves of rain fall to the ground.
Mirage sits in the windowsill of her and her sister's room, listening to her CD player as she watches streams of rain flow down the cold glass. "Why is it almost always raining here?" she sighs. She glances at the clock. "4:30 in the morning already? That's three hours I've been up!" Mirage had awoken early that morning from a nightmare of a horrible sort. She never had good dreams… only nightmares and visions. She was just hoping that the nightmare was just that, a nightmare.
Christine, her sister, is snoring loudly with the covers up over her head.
Mirage wonders, 'If I could dream like that, would I ever be able to wake up?'
Christine snorts rather loudly once more, mumbling something along the lines of "I do, I do" before rolling over, nearly falling out of the bed if it weren't for the sheets being tangled around her lower body like a cocoon.
'Christine's snoring could wake the dead...' Mirage turns back to the cold night sky, what she can see of it, and does not look away for the rest of the morning.
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"Mirage! Christine! Breakfast!" Daren, their step-father, calls.
Christine springs from her bed and races out the door, all-the-while yelling, "FOOD! Give me FOOD!"
Mirage slowly follows in her footsteps, CD player in hand.
As they walk down the steps and into the dinning room, the smell of bacon, toast, eggs and sausage rolls through the air, attracting their taste buds.
Christine bounces up and down in her seat excitedly. She is always so full of energy. It suits her of course with the pale blonde hair and blue-green eyes, she is the perfect example of a preppy cheerleader. Christine is neither though.
Mirage, while although she and Christine are twins, is her exact opposite. Not only is her pale skin, black hair and crystal-silver eyes in absolute contrast to her sister, but her personality is as well. Many family members call them Yin and Yang, where Christine is the good twin and Mirage is the evil twin. No one knew how right they are…
"Mirage?" her mother's stern voice interrupts her thoughts. "Take your headphones off and eat your breakfast."
"Yes, mom," she huffs and does as she was told.
"So, are you all packed and ready to go?" their step-father asks.
"Yep! All done. Except that Mirage still hasn't got all her posters down," Christine chirps.
"Actually," Mirage informs, "I finished packing this morning. You were just so quick to fill your stomach that you didn't notice… as usual."
Christine sticks her tongue out at her.
"You should be cautious, sister, of who you stick your tongue out at. If you stick your tongue out at the wrong person, you may someday find yourself without a tongue at all," Mirage warns.
Christine returns to eating her food. Other than to eat, she doesn't open her mouth the rest of breakfast.
"So mum, why is it we have to move again?" asks Mirage after breakfast.
"Because dear, we must. For one, there is not enough room here for the animals. For another, wouldn't you like to see your friends from school over break?" She waits for an answer, but all she receives is a look.
"You actually believe we'll make friends?"
"Well… maybe if you…"
"Seriously mother, maybe Christine will make friends, but you should know better when it comes to me," informs Mirage. "I'm a destructive, chaos-causing, antisocialist whose only friend is her partner in crime. I make it my goal to disrupt people's lives, not to mention making them fear me." She gives her a wolfish smirk and with a bark of laughter, she stalks off.
Her mother just sighs, knowing that it is useless to even try.
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A week later, they had their boxes unpacked and became settled in to their new house with a built in Quidditch field out back for the girls.
True the house was large and the land consisted of over 70 acres of land, but Mirage still feels like she doesn't belong. 'I even have my own room yet still…' She sighs, looking down from the roof at her sister. "I wonder if there's anything to do in this hellhole they call a country?" Mirage, unlike her sister, is not very fond of her new home in England. She misses the United States… and Jen, her partner in crime and the only person she'd call a friend. 'At least she was before my life was uprooted and replanted here!' "Life sucks… majorly."
An owl made its way towards the house.
Mirage looks at her watch and smiles. "Right on time." Jumping from the roof to the ground, she runs inside. "Mom! Mom?" she checks the owls roost and found the owl with their letters easily. After giving the owl a mouse and a scratch, she retrieves the letter and runs to find her mother and sister. "Mom! MOM!" she yells walking into the kitchen.
"What is it, Mirage?" her mother asks in a panicked voice.
"Our Hogwarts letters are here!" she says, handing the over.
"Hmm, so they are. Your sights are getting more and more accurate every day."
Mirage shrugs and walks off, not paying any more attention. "Another day, another lie to live," she whispers as she enters the quote in her notebook, closing the door to her room.
To Be Continued…