I ain't saying this again, I don't own jack.
Miss prongs - English country side is just as gorgeous as you can imagine. Unpolluted and clean, where the stinking 'teletubies' made there home first before it was permanently destroyed. HA! HA! HA! Your not freaky by the way. Look at me, I find pleasure out of telling the world about those stupid guy things being evicted.
Lemon Sherbert - Thanks for the CCONSTRUCTIVE review. I know about my grammar but with my brain, I'm a hopeless case.
Draco's Girl26 - That's my point. Let's hope that this creature crawls back where it came from.
Firestorm - thank' for being my beta. I forgot o tell you that I do read novels, when my tutor stops giving me work, I'll start reading again.
Satern Mya - I know my grammar's bad, but all my English teachers told me to write how I talk. British slang/cockney writing but said in full. I'm mental. Thanks for the CCONSTRUCTIVE review.
FandomAvenger - Think CCONSTRUCTIVELY
RIGHT!!! Keep reading.
Chapter 1 - the meeting fifteen years later
Leigh Fisher is your average teenage tomboy. loves sports, trousers, track suits, trainers, anything that relates to being a boy - minus the obvious gender and the fact that she likes guys.
Angel Diplow is your average teenage Barbie girl. Loves make up, clothes, nail polish, anything that relates to being a girl - except that she loves playing sports
Both girls have grown up together, both joined their school sports teams and play important roles (Leigh is far better than Angel physically), they both get excellent grades (Angel is far better than Leigh academically). What they both have in common is besides being the height and weight, they share the same birthday, 25th December and they are witches-in-training.
The United States Of Practical Magical Learning (USPML)is one of the biggest magic schools in the world. With 51 buildings - 1 in every one of the 50 states, the last and main building located in the middle of nowhere - every child who possess the ability to use magic has a chance to learn it. The main school is where the elite of the other 50 schools come to learn more advanced spells and potions.
* * *
"WHAT?!?!?" shouted a very red faced red head towards a very pale couple.
"Well honey, you're adopted," said the woman. She looked worriedly at her
husband.
"I heard that, but what I don't get is how you and Uncle Gordon couldn't see it to tell Leigh and me sooner."
"That's because we were told not to tell you until this very date. I'm really sorry, Annie, but it was for your own protection," stated the man. He looked down at the girl, that he called his daughter, in the eyes. *I know that you know I'm telling the truth, Angel. Please believe me? Please?*
"Dad, I don't care about that. I don't care about the waiting. Hell, I don't even care that Leigh and I are twins. It's just that all this time you've know that I, we had a little brother and nobody told us. Why? I still don't understand it."
"Angel, dear." The woman walked up to her daughter. She placed one hand around her shoulders. "We couldn't because we couldn't let you know until today when you are old enough to understand more."
"What about my real parents? Where are they?"
"We weren't told all the facts, only that your life was in danger if you knew who you really were and that to protect you, we must not tell you of your true family until you were due to return to your last year at school." The man went to join his wife next to their troubled daughter.
"Dad, mom, do you know how I can find out at least what happened to my parents?" The girl looked innocently at her parents.
"Yea, we know. I'll owl him immediately about your request."
* * *
Harry Potter is a normal 15 yr old boy, though skinny for his height and age, he's into the same things that most boys are into - with the exception of the fact that he doesn't like the school holidays one bit. Reason being is that he cannot stand to be with his family, his only family at that. And in fact they cannot stand to be anywhere near him. That is because he is a wizard-in-training and was dumped on them after his parents were killed.
It is September 1st , Kings Cross Station is packed with people coming home from their travels or going home after a very enjoyable trip to London. As for a selected few, their journey is just beginning.
For these exceptional few it is the start of a new school term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is the best school of magic in the world. Famous for producing great and powerful wizards like Professor Dumbledore and of course you can't forget He Who Must Not Be Named. And this is where the story starts.
* * * *
After spending the summer, grumpy as if hell had frozen over, Mr. Potter had spent his first three weeks owlling different people very so often saying that he's still alive and kicking, but wished he was dead instead of Sirius. Well Hermione couldn't take any more of his constant guilt and had asked her parents and the Dursleys if Harry could stay for the rest of the summer to help him get out of this mood. Liked as if that worked, which it didn't (though Harry did smile once or twice during his stay)Hermione decide to ask for help from Ron. Ron was a little taken back with this request but helped anyway.
For the last week of summer, Harry, Hermione and the Weasley spent their time in Diagon Alley, buying their school books and just trying to have a good time, though Malfoy just had to stick his stuck up nose into their business.
"Come on, or you're going to miss the train," yelled Mrs. Weasley at Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry as they rush to get to platform 9 ¾ . The three red heads, the black head boy and brown head girl ran trying to get to their train before 11am.
As they ran through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, they manage to upload all their belonging on to the train and say their good byes to Mrs. Weasley. Soon they were on their way to the new year at Hogwarts. "Harry, what are you thinking of?" asked a very worried Hermione.
"Nothing really," said a very gloomy Harry. Since that day in the department of mysteries, Harry has never been contented.
"It wasn't your fault, Harry. He chose to leave the house to help you."
"Hermione, it was my fault, don't you see? If I hadn't have listened to that stupid dream, I would never has gone there and risked your lives, he would have never left in the first place." Ron and Hermione just looked at the surprisingly calm Harry. When you hear that silence is bliss, you were sadly mistaken. Well in this case you were.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't think there was anybody in here. I left all my stuff here, somewhere. Sorry I'm babbling, the name's Angel Diplow, what's yours?" All the occupants of the carriage stare at the new comer. Angel was the vision like her name, except for the blond hair and blue eyes. She had long, dark red hair with ringlets landing down to her knees, bright emerald green smiling eyes and tanned skin. She was smiling at all of them.
"Hi! I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," said Hermione as she and Ron extended their hands to greet Angel and she greeted them just as warmly as they did if not even more. Harry, on the other hand, had this feeling of de ja vu. *Where have I seen her before?*
"Annie, if they're not in there then I'm leaving you to explain this to your mother." A black hair girl stood at the door to the carriage looking at what her closest friend was doing with her baby blue eyes. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail that reached the small of her back and was plaited. Except for the eyes and hair (and obvious attitude), she looked exactly like Angel.
"Don't mind Leigh, she's just a little mad about having to transfer here," stated Angel looking back at her long time friend.
"Hey! I wasn't the one who sign up for this stupid enlightenment trip. You're the one who requested to be brought here." This girl couldn't seem to control her anger, and was taking it out on the one who caused it, Angel.
"Well, Leigh, I didn't want to come either but you saw what the letter said. It said that both of us had to come or I'll never find out why we were sent to live in America." To the three that had no idea what these girls were talking about, they thought that Angel seemed rather calm about this.
"So who's that with you?" Leigh asked this rather rudely, like the trio weren't even there.
"They're my new friends. This is Hermione," Angel pushes Hermione forward a bit making her lose her balance a bit. "Ron," It seemed that Angel has a knack for making people jump in some weird way. "and Harry"
"Harry what? Potter?" Leigh looked into his eyes looking for some confirmation.
"Yep, the one and only."
Harry had thought it was funny that Angel hadn't even bothered to look at his scar, but looking at how she wasn't really bothered about anything anyway, he dismissed it.
"Sorry if I don't look at you like an alcoholic monkey, but I couldn't give a rats ass if that scar was placed there by that fucking death row candidate or not. We're all going to die one way or another. Yours will be either quick and painless or having to go through all the torture of life, watching your friends die and what not." This received an unfavorable slap upside her head from Angel.
"Leigh, stop that, you're scaring them." She then turned to face the stares coming from the trio. "Look, you heard of the saying 'opposites attract'? Well, she's all doom and gloom and I'm all sunshine."
Next chapter will be out around Christmas/new years/Chinese new years maybe depending on tutor/computer.
Please review. Thank you.
Heaven Leigh Mental Kira
Miss prongs - English country side is just as gorgeous as you can imagine. Unpolluted and clean, where the stinking 'teletubies' made there home first before it was permanently destroyed. HA! HA! HA! Your not freaky by the way. Look at me, I find pleasure out of telling the world about those stupid guy things being evicted.
Lemon Sherbert - Thanks for the CCONSTRUCTIVE review. I know about my grammar but with my brain, I'm a hopeless case.
Draco's Girl26 - That's my point. Let's hope that this creature crawls back where it came from.
Firestorm - thank' for being my beta. I forgot o tell you that I do read novels, when my tutor stops giving me work, I'll start reading again.
Satern Mya - I know my grammar's bad, but all my English teachers told me to write how I talk. British slang/cockney writing but said in full. I'm mental. Thanks for the CCONSTRUCTIVE review.
FandomAvenger - Think CCONSTRUCTIVELY
RIGHT!!! Keep reading.
Chapter 1 - the meeting fifteen years later
Leigh Fisher is your average teenage tomboy. loves sports, trousers, track suits, trainers, anything that relates to being a boy - minus the obvious gender and the fact that she likes guys.
Angel Diplow is your average teenage Barbie girl. Loves make up, clothes, nail polish, anything that relates to being a girl - except that she loves playing sports
Both girls have grown up together, both joined their school sports teams and play important roles (Leigh is far better than Angel physically), they both get excellent grades (Angel is far better than Leigh academically). What they both have in common is besides being the height and weight, they share the same birthday, 25th December and they are witches-in-training.
The United States Of Practical Magical Learning (USPML)is one of the biggest magic schools in the world. With 51 buildings - 1 in every one of the 50 states, the last and main building located in the middle of nowhere - every child who possess the ability to use magic has a chance to learn it. The main school is where the elite of the other 50 schools come to learn more advanced spells and potions.
* * *
"WHAT?!?!?" shouted a very red faced red head towards a very pale couple.
"Well honey, you're adopted," said the woman. She looked worriedly at her
husband.
"I heard that, but what I don't get is how you and Uncle Gordon couldn't see it to tell Leigh and me sooner."
"That's because we were told not to tell you until this very date. I'm really sorry, Annie, but it was for your own protection," stated the man. He looked down at the girl, that he called his daughter, in the eyes. *I know that you know I'm telling the truth, Angel. Please believe me? Please?*
"Dad, I don't care about that. I don't care about the waiting. Hell, I don't even care that Leigh and I are twins. It's just that all this time you've know that I, we had a little brother and nobody told us. Why? I still don't understand it."
"Angel, dear." The woman walked up to her daughter. She placed one hand around her shoulders. "We couldn't because we couldn't let you know until today when you are old enough to understand more."
"What about my real parents? Where are they?"
"We weren't told all the facts, only that your life was in danger if you knew who you really were and that to protect you, we must not tell you of your true family until you were due to return to your last year at school." The man went to join his wife next to their troubled daughter.
"Dad, mom, do you know how I can find out at least what happened to my parents?" The girl looked innocently at her parents.
"Yea, we know. I'll owl him immediately about your request."
* * *
Harry Potter is a normal 15 yr old boy, though skinny for his height and age, he's into the same things that most boys are into - with the exception of the fact that he doesn't like the school holidays one bit. Reason being is that he cannot stand to be with his family, his only family at that. And in fact they cannot stand to be anywhere near him. That is because he is a wizard-in-training and was dumped on them after his parents were killed.
It is September 1st , Kings Cross Station is packed with people coming home from their travels or going home after a very enjoyable trip to London. As for a selected few, their journey is just beginning.
For these exceptional few it is the start of a new school term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is the best school of magic in the world. Famous for producing great and powerful wizards like Professor Dumbledore and of course you can't forget He Who Must Not Be Named. And this is where the story starts.
* * * *
After spending the summer, grumpy as if hell had frozen over, Mr. Potter had spent his first three weeks owlling different people very so often saying that he's still alive and kicking, but wished he was dead instead of Sirius. Well Hermione couldn't take any more of his constant guilt and had asked her parents and the Dursleys if Harry could stay for the rest of the summer to help him get out of this mood. Liked as if that worked, which it didn't (though Harry did smile once or twice during his stay)Hermione decide to ask for help from Ron. Ron was a little taken back with this request but helped anyway.
For the last week of summer, Harry, Hermione and the Weasley spent their time in Diagon Alley, buying their school books and just trying to have a good time, though Malfoy just had to stick his stuck up nose into their business.
"Come on, or you're going to miss the train," yelled Mrs. Weasley at Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry as they rush to get to platform 9 ¾ . The three red heads, the black head boy and brown head girl ran trying to get to their train before 11am.
As they ran through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, they manage to upload all their belonging on to the train and say their good byes to Mrs. Weasley. Soon they were on their way to the new year at Hogwarts. "Harry, what are you thinking of?" asked a very worried Hermione.
"Nothing really," said a very gloomy Harry. Since that day in the department of mysteries, Harry has never been contented.
"It wasn't your fault, Harry. He chose to leave the house to help you."
"Hermione, it was my fault, don't you see? If I hadn't have listened to that stupid dream, I would never has gone there and risked your lives, he would have never left in the first place." Ron and Hermione just looked at the surprisingly calm Harry. When you hear that silence is bliss, you were sadly mistaken. Well in this case you were.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't think there was anybody in here. I left all my stuff here, somewhere. Sorry I'm babbling, the name's Angel Diplow, what's yours?" All the occupants of the carriage stare at the new comer. Angel was the vision like her name, except for the blond hair and blue eyes. She had long, dark red hair with ringlets landing down to her knees, bright emerald green smiling eyes and tanned skin. She was smiling at all of them.
"Hi! I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," said Hermione as she and Ron extended their hands to greet Angel and she greeted them just as warmly as they did if not even more. Harry, on the other hand, had this feeling of de ja vu. *Where have I seen her before?*
"Annie, if they're not in there then I'm leaving you to explain this to your mother." A black hair girl stood at the door to the carriage looking at what her closest friend was doing with her baby blue eyes. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail that reached the small of her back and was plaited. Except for the eyes and hair (and obvious attitude), she looked exactly like Angel.
"Don't mind Leigh, she's just a little mad about having to transfer here," stated Angel looking back at her long time friend.
"Hey! I wasn't the one who sign up for this stupid enlightenment trip. You're the one who requested to be brought here." This girl couldn't seem to control her anger, and was taking it out on the one who caused it, Angel.
"Well, Leigh, I didn't want to come either but you saw what the letter said. It said that both of us had to come or I'll never find out why we were sent to live in America." To the three that had no idea what these girls were talking about, they thought that Angel seemed rather calm about this.
"So who's that with you?" Leigh asked this rather rudely, like the trio weren't even there.
"They're my new friends. This is Hermione," Angel pushes Hermione forward a bit making her lose her balance a bit. "Ron," It seemed that Angel has a knack for making people jump in some weird way. "and Harry"
"Harry what? Potter?" Leigh looked into his eyes looking for some confirmation.
"Yep, the one and only."
Harry had thought it was funny that Angel hadn't even bothered to look at his scar, but looking at how she wasn't really bothered about anything anyway, he dismissed it.
"Sorry if I don't look at you like an alcoholic monkey, but I couldn't give a rats ass if that scar was placed there by that fucking death row candidate or not. We're all going to die one way or another. Yours will be either quick and painless or having to go through all the torture of life, watching your friends die and what not." This received an unfavorable slap upside her head from Angel.
"Leigh, stop that, you're scaring them." She then turned to face the stares coming from the trio. "Look, you heard of the saying 'opposites attract'? Well, she's all doom and gloom and I'm all sunshine."
Next chapter will be out around Christmas/new years/Chinese new years maybe depending on tutor/computer.
Please review. Thank you.
Heaven Leigh Mental Kira