Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head.
*age 10*
"Freak!"
I looked down at the cup I had just knocked over.
The cup that, only seconds ago, lay on the ground in a hundred little pieces.
The cup that I was now, somehow, holding in one piece, not so much as a crack to be seen.
I looked back to the boy, standing in front of me, looking slightly angry, slightly scared, and slightly – I couldn't find another word for it – triumphant.
The boy who had just called me that name – not that this was the first time he'd called me that. And he wasn't the first person who called me that either.
The boy was now moving towards the door, ready to tell, yell, all his friends what I'd done this time.
It wasn't the first time something like this happened.
In fact, strange things always seemed to be happening whenever I was around.
One time, my diary fell out of my backpack. A girl grabbed it and started to read it, probably looking for something else to mock me with. But all she could see was what I'd eaten and done during those days. I didn't know whether to be happy that she couldn't read what was really in there, or scared of the reason that she couldn't read it.
Another time, when I was little, my mum said I would have to wear braces later, but somehow my teeth straightened up within 2 months after she said that.
And one time, when I was nine, some girls in my class hid my clothes during gym. But when I came back they just lay there again on a neat pile. And their faces, when they walked into the changing room, were just hilarious.
When they did it again the next week, I never found my clothes again, and I had to ask the headmistress to call my mum for new clothes.
And most times, people just forgot about it.
Or said it was just a coincidence.
But I couldn't help but wonder:
what if it wasn't just a coincidence?
what if it really was me?
what if I really was a –
"Freak!"
He said it again, more taunting this time, something vicious in his eyes by now.
"Freak!"
For a moment I saw red.
And then there was the same red on his cheeck and he was crying.
Chapter 3 - I'm on a roll :) I've already started chapter 4, so I hope that I'll be able to get it online too today, but I can't promise. I've also (finally) managed to get the outline for the rest of the entire story, so I hope I'll be able to update a lot more often from now on - if the details want to work along. Anyway: please review, favorite, follow, it lightens up my day!