Some people say that Slytherin's have no emotions. But we do have emotions. We feel anger, hatred, despise, loneliness, angst, disgust, and we take joy in other people's misery. Yeah look at us snakes, defying the stereotypes. But really we have as many emotions as the next guy, we just opt not to show it. Unlike those Gryffindors, they were emotional wrecks.
I crept towards the bathroom quietly, careful not to wake up my room mates. They were beasts if you woke them up at the time I get up in the morning. I've always been the first one up out of all of us. I was one of four girls in our dorm. The first was Leigha Zambini, and my god that girl never stopped gossiping. It's bloody annoying I tell you! I don't care if you saw Sirius Black shirtless, shut up. Mindless twit. Leigha had a personal vendetta against me, I don't know why though. It might have something to do with the fact that my cat, Jaws, ate almost all of her sweaters she got for Christmas back in second year…Then there's Scarlet Jessup. Scarlet was the prefect in our year, but don't ask me how she got prefect. She is positively in love with Voldemort. I think her and Bellatrix Black started a Voldy fan club. If anyone should have got prefect in our year, it should have been Narcissa Black. She reminded me of myself a lot, thrown into this world of Slytherin, dark wizards and illegal curses. She pretends that she's interested in all that shat, but I could see it in her eyes, she could care less. I know her and Reg get on well, so she can't be too bad. I tried to befriend her, but she blocked me out, probably because I was a Potter and I don't belong in Slytherin. I'm telling you, I don't belong anywhere! I don't belong at home because I'm a Slytherin, but I don't belong at school because I'm a Potter. I can't win.
I showered quickly, humming to the song that was in my head. I looked in the mirror. I looked a lot like my brother. Our facial features are incredibly similar. We both have black hair, but I have blue eyes, while his are hazel. I hated looking in the mirror, it reminded me of how me and James used to tolerate each other. Actually, we were best friends when we were little. I shook away the memories of my childhood. They meant nothing to James anymore, so why did I keep hanging onto them? I've still got pictures of me and him making Christmas cookies together when I was seven tucked away under my bed, though.
I got dressed and snuck out of the dorm, carefully tip toeing around my snoozing roommates. Our common room is probably one of the dreariest places in all of Hogwarts. It was under the lake, so no sunshine, the couches were cold black leather, and the fireplace burned green flames. It was unbelievably cheesy. I slipped out of the common room and made my way towards the grounds.
"Damn it." I cursed. I had missed the sun rise but just a few minutes. It's been a goal of mine since first year to watch the sunrise everyday. Some days I'll get outside while it's still dark, other days I'll have missed the first glimpses of sunshine. The sun was peeking out over the horizon, the sky was a slurry of different colors. I don't know why people liked sunsets so much, sunrises are so much prettier. I tend to make life changing decisions while watching the sunrise. (or while I'm in the shower, or at the 2 in the morning while I make a sweeping declaration that I am going to drop out of school and become a nomadic farmer.) It was while watching the sunrise did I decide that James didn't care about me anymore, so I shouldn't care either. I don't know if I can say I don't care about him, he'll always be my brother, even if he hates my existence. It was while watching the sunrise that I decided that I wasn't going to play quidditch. That I was going to be my own person and not be the little Jamesette people expected me to be. Ha, well look where that got me, my family hates me. I don't regret that decision, because at least I'm somewhat happy now, instead of always trying to be as great as James.
"We used to always do this when we were little," I recognized James' voice from behind me. I was sitting against a tree, so he couldn't see me. I contemplated craning my neck around to see where he was, but I didn't feel like dealing with his snide remarks.
"Watched the sunrise?" Sirius' voice questioned. I remembered yesterday's scream-fest on the on train. Man, did that feel good. Maybe I should go off on people more often. Letting out stress is good for you, right?
"Yeah, when Jade was still normal." James replied. Still normal?! Did I grow a third head? Well then brother dearest, I'm sorry I'm not normal enough for you.
"She's really that bad?" Sirius asked. Maybe he had taken some of my screaming yesterday to heart.
"Pads," I held in a snort of laughter, what kind of nickname was Pads. I couldn't take Sirius seriously anymore. I don't think any girl could. With a nickname like that. "She's a Slytherin. The whole family's ashamed to say she's part of the family. She's probably going to turn out to be a death eater." I felt anger bubble in me as James said this. How dare he judge me! How dare he assume things! I'm his bloody sister for Merlin's sake! He honestly thinks I would be a death eater? Maybe he wouldn't think these things, if he would have just tried to be nice to me, like I had tried to be nice to him.
"Well yesterday on the train I was in her compartment while you were at the prefects meeting-"
"You were in her compartment!?" James's voice was filled with disgust.
"I pranked Snivellus, I had to hide, I didn't feel like getting detention on the first day." Sirius answered calmly.
"Oh okay. Continue?"
"And well I asked how she could possibly be related to you."
"I ask myself that same question mate," James snorted with laughter. Jerk.
"And she was completely mental. She freaked out on me about how she wasn't perfect and how she can't be you."
"Really, what else did she say?" James asked, he was probably loving this moment, taking joy in my pain and misery. And the hat put me in Slytherin.
"I don't know, something about her whole family assuming she was a death eater and waking up feeling like a failure." Lies! I said I wake up feeling like a waste of space! Get your damn facts right Sirius!
"It's hard to think me and her used to be best friends when we were little…"
"You were?"
"Yeah, we would go mattress surfing down the stairs, and we would go play quidditch in the garden." I thought about those memories. Those were the best days. I miss them. "But then she was sorted into Slytherin. She's going to turn out like the rest of them, I can see it. She's going to be a death eater." James are you fucking blind!? I bit back my outburst and continued to listen. "All she does at home is stay in her room all day. She only comes out to eat. Who knows what she's doing in there! She's probably plotting to join Voldemort!" James exclaimed. I stay in my room all day because when I leave, you tell me I'm a failure James. Insensitive prat. It was probably time for breakfast soon, I stood up, not caring if they saw me.
"What are you doing out here, Jade?" I hear James say from behind me. I turn around and look at my brother in the eyes.
"Watching the sunrise, like I always have since I was eight. Maybe if you wouldn't of cut me out of your life and just accepted me for who I was, then you would know I still watch it everyday." I put on the patented Slytherin unreadable face. If there's one thing us snakes are good at doing, its making faces.
"Go away you insufferable bitch. Go play with your death eaters." My brother said. Ouch, that hurt. Being called a bitch by your own brother. I used to think Lily Evans was a complete moron for not dating James, he was the best catch any girl could get. That was back in first and second year, when I thought James could actually still love me. Now I see why she think's he's a big headed jerk. Because he is one. I feel my eyes tingle with the threat of tears. No way in hell would I let him see me cry.
"Maybe I will go play with 'my death eaters'". I mocked his tone. "Seems to be the only place I'm wanted since obviously my family hates me." I walked away, fighting the tears. That's the meanest thing James has ever said to me. I walked towards the great hall feeling like a hippogriff just ran me over.
-x-
"Bitty, what's wrong." Regulus asked as he took one look at me.
"Am I an insufferable bitch?" I asked quietly as I sat down next to him. It's waffle day. Everyone loves waffles. I personally hate them. I think they taste gross.
"What!? No! Who said that!? Only I'm allowed to call you a bitch! I'll kill whoever said it!" He looked mad, not the I'm pretending to be mad because you ate my last sugar quill, Jade mad, but actual anger. Regulus is looking around the great hall, glaring daggers at the Gryffindor table. I couldn't help but laugh at him. Of course he knew it was one of them.
"Go kill my brother if you wish." I look up at him.
"Yes! I've been waiting for this day. Now that I have been given your blessing to murder him, my life is complete!" He pumped his fist in the air. I was the only person (that I know of) that can get Reg to come out of his shell and be the goon that he really is on the inside.
"Reggie, settle down. the whole great hall is going to think you're off your rocker."
"I hate that name," Reg pulled a face at his nickname. He hates being called Reggie. Only I can call him that and not get hexed into oblivion. "And besides, I probably am off my rocker." Regulus was about to stuff a piece of waffle in his face, but I stopped him.
"I wouldn't eat that if I were you."
"Why not?" He pouted. "Waffles are amazing, just because you hate them doesn't mean I have to hate them!" He cried in protest.
"Well if you enjoy having red and gold hair, then I guess you can eat them."
"What?" He asked dumbfounded.
"Sirius and James can't whisper to save their lives, I over heard them planning it over the summer." As if on cue, a majority of the Slytherin's hair turned red and gold. Ha, take that all you waffle lovers. Pancakes are so much better...anyway, back to the crisis on hand.
"Be glad I warned you." I smirked at Regulus.
"Hmph…waffles might just be worth red and gold hair." Reg contemplated.
"No! Do you want to give our gits for brothers satisfaction?"
"Well no…but, I do like waffles a lot…waffles..."
"Sweet baby Jesus Reg! Stop thinking about your stomach for once!" I rolled my eyes at him. Waffles aren't worth multicolored hair. Waffles aren't even worth donkey shit.
"That's asking too much of me." Reg says, about to put a piece of waffle in his mouth again.. I smack his hand away. I will not let him be victim to one of James' and Sirius' idiotic pranks.
"No! I say we make Salazar proud and get revenge." I say, grinning.
"And how would we do that?" Reg asks, still eyeing his waffles. He better not put the damn breakfast food in his mouth. I will end him if he does.
"Neon pink hair dye my love." I laugh evily at the idea. I'm great at evil laughs by the way.
-x-
I'm sitting here waiting for a blasted Gryffindor to get to their common room. I'm skipping my free period to do this for petesake. I could be doing potions homework instead of this! Who am I kidding, I never do potions homework. I thought of my genius plan during History of Magic. (because really, who pays attention during that?) Sandra's Semi-permanent hair dye. It was the answer to my revenge plan. You add a drop of it to someone shampoo, and it turns their hair neon pink. But the best part is, if you try to wash it out or charm it, it gets even brighter. It starts to fade away after a week or two of peak brightness. I bought it at some stand at Diagon Alley (okay not Diagon Alley…Nocturne Alley…) over the summer, because you never know when you'd need to use this stuff. Anyway back to my current situation. I was invisible (I've been a pro at disillusionment charms since last year, since James got the invisibility cloak. What did I get? Oh right, nothing.) waiting for someone to go into the common room. I knew where it was because like I said, James can't whisper.
"Flobberworms." A little first year said to the fat lady. I had to restrain from laughing, Flobberworms? Nice password there Gryffindor. A+. Good job. I followed the little boy in, and I am unbelievably jealous of their common room. It actually had windows and you can see sunlight. Unlike our common room, which is underthefuckingground. And people wonder why we look so pale. Oh and look, their fireplace has normal colored flames! Bloody Gryffindors, they get all the nice stuff. Back to the mission on hand. I make my way up the stairs to their dorm. I crack open the door ever-so-slightly that says Seventh Year. No one's in here, thankfully. Merlin's polka dotted thong, this room smells awful. I make my way cautiously through the mess of clothes and candy wrappers. God, they are such pigs. Whoever thought it would be good to put four teenage boys together in one room was an idiot. I open the bathroom door and went over to the showers were. I almost died laughing, there was coconut scented conditioner. It must be Sirius's, he loves his hair more than life itself. I put a couple of drops in all the shampoo bottles I could find, and made my way out of the bathroom. I headed down the common room and waited until someone left, so I could leave. Oh boy, I can't wait to see them with hot pink hair.
Authors Note!
I love all you reviewers, you make me smile and make me want to write more. Hope you like the chapter! I feel bad, I haven't updated my other story in fifty billion years. D: Better get on that…
Authors Note 2.0
Two chapters down, 18 more to go. Hopefully the new chapter will be up soon. I'll probably be editing all day tomorrow so yaaay!