Chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I do not own any character created and thought of by JK Rowling. I take credit for all else.
I sat in my bedroom looking out the window. A month has already passed and I have yet to see any of my Hogwarts friends, which is highly unlike me. I at least make an attempt of having company by now. I just hadn't felt in the mood to be constantly reminded of my last thoughts before leaving Hogwarts. I had been pretty much locking myself in my room
I looked at all my July subscriptions of muggle magazines: Elle, Teen Vogue, etc. They all pointed in the same way of 'catch the heart throb of the summer', and 'looking your finest through the heat.' I knew that I just needed to delve myself into all these magazines and maybe I'd at least be knowledgeable about fashion and beauty somewhat.
And that is exactly what I did until I glanced at the calendar one morning, August 30th. A/N Sorry if this date is completely wrong. I have no clue when they start school, nor was I able to find it online or in the books. If anybody could tell me I'll eagerly, change the day It couldn't be this day already. I'd be leaving for Hogwarts in a matter of two days. My parents hadn't even taken the time to tell me that'd I'd be going back to Hogwarts for my final and hopefully best year. They've just been too busy with their Ministry jobs, both having high positions. With this new threat of a semi – terrorist coming to power, they were out late almost every night. Me being left here to tend to my needs alone, well and our house elf Rosie. She has been with the family since I can remember. I would consider her family, but I never dared tell that to anyone. People would think it odd.
I glanced at the clock. Only 10, I could still go to Diagon Alley and get my supplies today. I quickly got dressed in my favorite muggle apparel. A black and white Sex Pistols band shirt, Skinny dark washed jeans, and black and white Chuck Taylor. A studded belt topped the outfit off, and it was complete when I had my big sunglasses on.
I decided to floo there, because the last time I took the Knight Bus, I almost puked. I wanted to avoid it at all chances. I quickly wrote a note for my parents, though I had a feeling I'd get home before them, like always. The past month I had dived into the world of fashion, but I had come out in the music world. I found kids who had the trendiest clothes went to local shows. I decided making a few muggle friends would not hurt at all. Not like my parents would find out anyways. It seemed I had gone to local pubs, rec. centers, and a number of houses at least 4 or 5 times a week. I began to go for the music, not the clothes. That's what mattered to me now. I understood to this point that being beautiful wasn't being up on the latest trend, (though is helped) it was being yourself. Everyone at these shows and concerts had taken me in after they and I realized I loved the music like they have their whole lives.
I now had an enormous collection of tapes. I had mixed quite a few, but many I bought at the local music store. At times I'd buy a record, but tapes made it so much easier to transport them. My favorites would have to be The Kinks, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, Bruce Springsteen, and The Sex Pistols. And the collection was still growing. I just couldn't get enough of music.
Not only had my musical state had grown, but my appearance had in face improved. At least in my eyes it had. I now was daring and wore neon, plaid, stripes, leather, and leopard, all in the same outfit in fact at times. My favorites were just a band T- shirt, skinny jeans, and my chucks. I had grown to love dying my hair, and at the moment it was platinum blonde with hot pink streaks. I teased it whenever I went out, for I loved the essence of huge hair.
After glancing in the mirror, (which still seemed completely odd of me to do) I quickly flooed to The Leaky Cauldron. I stepped out and realized I was not the only last minute shopper. It seemed over half of Hogwarts was there buying books, robes, and gadgets to cause mayhem. I turned to my left to go to Flourish and Blotts, and ran smack dab into a rather tall masculine body. I fell to the ground with an 'Oomph.'
"Watch where you're going," I tensely told the body of whoever just ran into me.
"I'm completely sorry. I didn't see you. What's a fine lady like you by herself?" An all too familiar boy's voice said.
My eyes traveled up into the clear dark blue eyes of Sirius Black.
A/N I'm completely sorry for the late update. My computer was lame and freaked out at me. Not letting me use Microsoft Word. This made projects extremely hard to finish. I am again sorry to regret but I'm off for 6 weeks on a Leadership program/ Counselor in trainer type thing. I may update before I leave, but it's highly unlikely for I'm booked with graduation parties the whole weekend.
And I'm also sorry if your picky and you like things to be in their era. I won't lie, the only parts of the '70's I like is the music, and the punk fashion at the end. ('76 I think it started?) So if I add fashion or anything from our present time, sorry. I'm just… Not into the '70's.
And if you review I'll probably smile a lot when I get home from my long 6 week thing. : )