Okay, here's the second chappie! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If so, Ron wouldn't be so wimpy and Hermione and Draco would be together. I only own the teachers, the popular crowd, and Mary. I will create some more OCs later.

Onward, my friends!

Chapter 2

June 17th, 1991

Today was the last day of school. Well, first school, that is. Aunt Petunia told me that next year, she's going to send me to a boarding school called the British Academy for Trouble Females, Harry to the local public school named Stonewell, and Dudley to Uncle Rat's old private school christened as Smeltings. She didn't say it out loud, but I could tell that they wanted to separate us, especially me and Harry, in case something happens to her "Diddykins." Right now, I'm sitting in my assigned desk, waiting for us to be dismissed.

The day was already horrible enough. I was teased because Dudley told everyone about the birthday incident. And usually when stuff like that is mentioned, the bullying would follow. And to top it off, I have a million chores waiting for me as a punishment. I still sneak food to Harry though. Sometimes I've wondered what would happen if I called the Child Abuse Hotline, but I didn't dare to make the call because the Durslys would see to it that Harry and I were to be separated forever. OK, back to the present.

I sat at my desk, bored to the skull while watching the clock tick. 3:00 PM. School ends at 3:15. "Hey Pothead 2!"

I turned around to see Terra and her crowd smirking at me. At this school, there are two popular crowds: 1) Terra and the Barbies and 2) Dudley and the Gang. Number 1 is the warm-up crowd, whereas you definitely do not want to mess with 2, especially on the last day. I'm actually quite surprised at how most of the teachers are gits and don't notice the physical and mental bullying happening at the school. Ms. Core wasn't in the room, so they can do anything to me.

"Where's your twin, Pothead number 2?" Terra snarled. "Oh wait, I forgot. He's stuck in a broom closet because of what you did to Dudley!"

"Really, Terra," I responded as more of Terra's crowd began to close in. I could smell the Chanel 1 perfume they were wearing. "If you like Dudley so much, then why not ask him out? Oh wait, I almost forgot. He hates you!"

Some kids started sniggering as Terra pale skin started turning to the same shade as her red lipstick. "Well," she sputtered, "Then maybe that's why your parents are sending you to reform school. Oh wait, you don't even have parents. They're dead."

Boy, Dudley is so dead when he gets home. And Terra just pulled the last straw.

I was about to smear her makeup until she looked like a clown when a bucket of water appeared over her head. "Um, Terra?" I spoke.

"What, you insolent excuse of a girl?" Terra sneered, thinking that I finally cracked and is going to start bowing. Like that's going to happen. I pointed above her head. She looked up and screamed as cold water started to hit her. Immediately, her pink camisole and pink short skirt got soaked, as did her flip flops. When she wretched the bucket off of her ponytailed blond head, everyone gasped.

She looked horrible. Black-striped mascara was running down her cheeks, her pink perfectly-applied blush mixing in, the lipstick liner dripping onto the floor, and her green eyes flashing with anger. Boy, she was really mad. "You," she growled, "are going to pay for this."

Before she could ask one of her minions to do something horrible, a pale-skinned woman in her late thirties stepped in and took in the scene. Terra and her crowd were still surrounding me; I got splashed a bit on the front of my dark blue outfit (an "unapproved" color by Terra and the Barbies) so my cargo pants were one shade darker than before; and one of her students was dripping wet and pretending to be shivering (well, according to me).

"Pray, may I ask," She spoke with a hint of an American accent, "what happened here? And why is Terra wet?"

Before Terra could blab any lies, I spoke "Ms. Core, Terra was bullying me while the others were being standbys when the now discarded bucket appeared out of nowhere and dunked onto her. I believed that she was going to have a member of her so-called posse punch me in the face and give me" I put in air quotation marks "'a makeover' when you just walked in."

"No, that's not true!" put in Belinda, Terra's second-in-command. "One of the boys dunked it. Mary probably thought it was being levitated because of the pressure she was under."

Terra and I both gave Belinda a look of disbelief. Usually, she'd stick to Terra's side. Ms. Core gave both of us an analyzing stare and then nodded. "I believe both of you girls. But in the meantime, Ms. Stone will have to go to the Lost and Found to find another pair of clothes to wear, given the state of her couture right now. Oh, and for bullying, I'll have to write a note to her secondary school to give her a week's worth of detention for harassment," she said in a stern voice.

RIINNGGG! RIINNGGG!

When the kids poured out of the doorway, Terra shot me a look that plainly said that she was going to get back during the summer, which wasn't surprising, given that she's always visiting the Durslys' to try to win Dudley's heart and torment his cousins all the time. I pretended to stare absently-mindedly at the doorway. When I passed Belinda, I whispered "Thanks. You didn't have to do that, though."

She just shrugged. "I was trying to get you out of trouble since buckets don't levitate by themselves. See ya around." Then she disappeared, leaving me to take the strenuous walk home.

So, whaddaya think? Oh, and I might only be able to update on the weekends, given my time frame on the weekdays. And plus, I'm going to the Grotto on Wednesday to pay respects to my dead stepparents and see the local school choirs sing. Until then, please rate and review!

~Annabeth3.0