Ugh
Note: I do not own Harry Potter. All the Harry Potter characters mentioned in this story belong to J. K. Rowling. I am not J. K. Rowling. If I was, I wouldn't be typing on a computer, I would be busy spending my huge stock of money on rubbish. Expensive rubbish. But here I am, typing on a computer, not spending money, not being J. K. Rowling.
Sent as a messenger, a spy. Staying with a regular family, a daughter. Pretending to be a student at a high school, a smart one. Searching for the person. Searching. Always searching.
Who ever said a spy couldn't be a girl? Or that a girl spy would be a failure? Whoever did, I would like to congratulate because they were right. Absolutely right. So this is what some people do: They read a delightful little series called Nancy Drew, not realizing it is fiction! She does spying so easily, right? So what the heck, why can't anyone else, right? Wrong.
Here I am. In the middle of a lunch room in an overcrowded high school. Surrounding by maniacs, ok, teenagers. So what if I am one? I don't care. I'm been on this mission for two years now, and haven't found out a thing about the person I was looking for.
I was told to find a person two years ago. I was gullible. I signed a binding contract and decided to play along. Thinking it would be easy, I took the assignment with a meaningful grin. Oh man, was I wrong.
So this is my life. Day after day, looking for someone I hardly know. You must be thinking how a girl so young be a spy. A fifteen-year-old girl like me is plenty trained to be a spy. Well, at least where I am from. Looking for a bad guy is hard enough, but looking for a bad guy's enemy is ridiculous.
So the bad guy in this case is Voldemort, the darkest warlock in the entire world. But who cares about him. He died. A long time ago. Like about three years ago. Guess who killed him? The all time hero, Harry Potter! Yes, Potter who steals all the glory. Potter who's head is abnormally overlarge, like his father's. Oh, don't tell me you think he is the brave little boy you see in movies or read in books.
That's a lie. He is a stubborn idiot. Don't even get me started about his stupidness.
Never mind, it's too late.
Ok. To start with, your beloved good boy HP joined Voldemort's gang of Death Eaters to be their leader.
He is planning to take over the wizarding world (gasp)!
Now, because of him, I am stuck playing geek-girl Jasmine Karrey. I have just three words for that evil bastard: You Will Die!