Never Say Never

Chapter 2

Mid August

Today was the day I turned the age of sixteen, the most awkward age where I was not yet of age, but I was definitely almost a "developed" witch my mother had said. By developed she of course had meant I was almost ready to use my witchy powers without being in trouble with the ministry if I kept using my powers for good. Sadly, I couldn't quite say the same for You-know-who and his fellow death eaters as they had named themselves.

My mother and father had been too preoccupied at the ministry, especially at solemn times like these with everything that has been happening. Frankly, I would rather my parents' help out with the current chaotic affairs that had occurred ever since he had actually truly returned.

I remember my fifth year with most of the school completely shunning Harry Potter because no one believed him that you-know-who was back. I wasn't quite sure what to believe, but I had decided to stay quiet while all that had happened.

I, Marlene(Marley mind you) Adelaide am still the invisible quiet girl that never quite popped out to others. Sadly Parkinson and Bullstrode still noticed and remembered me. As years passed by, they had sadly made a sport out of sending with what started out with harmless hexes to hexes that actually sent me to the Hospital Wing.

You would think I was best mates with Madam Pomfrey by now.

Before I go completely off track, I should tell you more about myself. As I had said I am Marley Adelaide and I am of the age sixteen. My mother had always told me I had eyes as blue as the sky or my father would describe them as blue as sapphires. I had inherited my mother's long wavy ginger red hair that often had many people mistaken me for a Weasley with an ivory skin tone that I had wished deeply from within I could tan. It never worked and it had made me wonder if I had any pigment alive in my skin at all. If I were to say of my size I would say I am quite slim, yet of average weight compared to the other females of my school.

You could say I am quite rare to come across if there weren't any Weasleys in Hogwarts, but because there are now officially two(George and Fred had decided to quit last year), people often still mistaken me as their sister. Perhaps that is why no one would talk to me, at least not in my house.

Oh and I forgot to tell, but I am a Slytherin.

Which was another thing that had people wondering, how in bloody hell did a Weasley get into Slytherin?

I don't think anyone realized that I was Marley Adelaide.

Perhaps I should stop ranting and now actually tell you where in Merlin's beard I am at the moment. Let me give you two words, School Supplies. Correct, I am in Hogsmeade trying desperately to beat the rush of many students to actually get my shopping for the upcoming year done.

Looking down at my list of things to do, I bolted for Madam Malkin's Robes shop to specially order my school robes. Since last years was torched due to Parkinson "accidentally" trying to put out a fire that had magically appeared. Good thing it was the last day or I would have had nothing else to wear.

Without a single look up at my sheets(I had managed to memorize where each shop was without having to actually look), I had headed towards the entrance of the robes shop. Opening the door, I was pushed back onto the ground as I landed roughly on my behind. I winced at the impact the ground had on my now bruised tail bone.

"Watch where you're bloody going." A very familiar voice had sneered from above.

I looked up at Draco Malfoy with a frown as I pushed myself off the ground as I rubbed my sore tush.

"I'm sorry," I responded solemnly as began to bend down to gather my belongings that had fallen from the impact.

"You better be sorry, bloody filth." He sneered in contempt as he began to brush past.

Hold on now, what had I ever done to him? In fact I had never spared him a single word or glance since day one of our first year.

"Excuse me, I don't remember ever being to foul to you," I spoke with a frown as I placed a hand on my hip.

He paused as he turned around to look down at me in contempt.

"If I remember clearly blood traitor," He snarled with a hiss. "You're a Weasley, I don't need any reason to be foul."

"Then your memory is sorely mistaken," I huffed as I turned on my heel and marched into the store.

What a git.

By the time the sun had set, I was already on the last item on my list which had brought me to Tomes and Scrolls. The moment I had entered the store, the smell of old parchment paper hit me strong. It wasn't a very pleasant odor, but it wasn't a putrid one at that.

I had begun my search for my sixth year textbook for Transfiguration. I was greatly relieved to have found it near the front of the store. The moment I had reached out for the book, I immediately retracted it.

"Sorry," A masculine voice had spoken on my right.

I knew exactly who it had belonged to; I had heard it many times in the corridors of Hogwarts. It had belonged to a certain famous innocent trouble maker. I was quite sure that he was usually a bystander who just happened to be thinking of what was for good rather than playing hero.

"Its fine," I mumbled quietly as I eyed the textbook, avoiding any chance to look at him.

"You can have it you know, I'm sure I'll find another," He stated hesitantly.

I took a moment to spare a glance at him as he eyed me. It was odd, being not even a foot away from the famous Harry Potter. It made me feel uncomfortable.

"Its fine," I muttered as I grabbed the book and handed it to him. " I'll look for the other copies."

He pushed it gently back into my hands as I looked shyly up at him. I watched him shrug his shoulders as his unruly dark hair swayed when he shook his head.

"Keep it, I insist." He stated with a small smirk.

I eyed the textbook hesitantly shifting my eyes from the book to him. He nodded as if answering the mental battle I was having at the moment.

"Thank you," I answered, shifting the book into my arms.

He nodded before staring at me once more. It made me nervous as I began to wonder if there was something wrong with me.

"Um," I mumbled awkwardly as I shifted my eyes to look at everything but him.

"Oh, sorry, it's just that your red hair reminds me of my friend Ron, but I'm sure you're not his sister or anything," He quickly answered. "Or else I would have met you at the burrow already or something,"

"Oh," I replied simply.

"Right, I'm Harry Potter," He stated, holding a hand out.

I eyed his hand unsure of what to do.

"Er, I'm Marley Adelaide," I stated uncomfortably as I eyed his hand.

He must have realized I didn't want to shake hands since he had now placed his hand by his side once more as he eyed the book shelves once more.

It wasn't that I didn't want to shake his hand, I just didn't know if I should have or not. I was just socially inadequate to do it. Human contact made me slightly uncomfortable.

"Right, I best be on my way now er, Marley?" He replied hesitantly as he shifted around me. "See you around."

With that he had disappeared into the great depths of the book store.

I think I may have just met a new friend.

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AN:

Thank you for the follows, I decided to start a new series as well as continue my Tom/OC story as well. I figured to change the writing style to make a difference in character wise for the OCs in my stories.

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