Hello readers! All I have to say is that I recently acquired a flame. I am not naming names, as it is, I do not kiss and tell. But I have one thing to say to my flamer. Thanks. I actually have wanted a flame, it means that even rude, frank, pedestrians have been able to read this. Also, it a way of passage for me. Last night i actually though about getting a flame, and thought, what the hell, it'd be awesome to meet a troller wannnabe!Oh, and, even though I say thanks, you can go burn in hell. And really, I have 5(?) chapters out, and you read the first only, and you flame. Asshole. Read the rest you Baka.
If my character, Alison seems like a Mary-sue, then I am sorry, but she won't be for long. And although I ask for reviews, I do not want flames. I can tolerate babble, comments, questions, criticism, an even annoying random sentences. BUT, I will not tolerate flames. Sure I can't do anything physically or mentally scarring, but I do know my stuff. Please leave a comment, critic review, babble, random talk, questions, and/or an annoying random sentence. Thank you!
Also, happy St. Patrics day! I'm 75% Irish, so I have to celebrate it.
Also, I DO NOT UNDER ANY REASON OWN HARRY POTTER, ONLY SOME OF THE PLOT AND CHARACTERS AND PLACES AND SAYINGS, SO GOOD BYE!
"Crap"
Alison felt her eyes widen for a second when she realized it was Harry who had called out to her, and was even more shocked when she saw the other golden trio members, along with George, and Fred, sitting at one table, looking between her and Draco with a shocked look.
"Alison, how do you know these people?" Draco asked with an almost dangerous glint in his eyes, as he scowled, and gestured his hand toward the group who, in his eyes, were nothing more than blood traitors, and mud bloods, who didn't deserve to be wizards.
"How does she know us? How about, how in the world did she get to know a bloody git like you?" Ron replied, along while glaring at Draco for pointed affect (or effect). At these words, Draco tensed, and glared even more dangerously at Ron. "Alison knows me, because I am her God cousin." He spit through gritted teeth.
Everyone's eyes widened in pure shock, and when looking at her, her face had a frozen, pale look to it. And after a moment Itazura got up, and jumped off her shoulder, and left the store, probably because she sensed what was coming up.
'Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap…" The unending cycle didn't stop, and seemed to be the one thing she could think. But as soon as she realized what was up, she used her Slytherin traits, and through a blank mask over her face.
"Alison?" She heard someone call out. She looked up, to see it was Fred who had called out with a scared, and almost shocked look on his face. "Is what he said true, are you, well, are you?" He asked, not willing to say just what she was. Alison sighed, and her hand went to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Fred had been shocked to the bone when he had heard what Malfoy had said, and wanted to clarify. Alison, the girl he ran into, he helped, who he had seen the book Pranks For a Pranksters First Pranking with. Alison, who was now pinching the bridge of her nose while letting out a soft sigh, and letting her shoulder slump for a miniscule second, before straightening her body, and having a small smile, that made her look innocent.
"I'm sorry if it disappoints you, but yes, I am Draco's god cousin. My Full name is Alison Kira Phew." Alison curtsied, and put her hand out for shaking. "Daughter of Lord Alphonse Phew, and Lady Maria Phew. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Fred's thought were denying what he was seeing, saying that is fake. The smiling, perfectly calm and collected girl in front of him was not, and could not be, Alison. This could not be the same girl, who had blushed her head off.
But as he watched, his hope started to fade, and he was about to give in to it, when his eyes caught hers. He saw when her mask started to be gone, and saw the look of fear in her eyes, before she seemed to yank it up again.
Her hand was still out, waiting for someone to shake it, and when no one did, she lifted it so she could put a strand of hair behind her ear. She sighed, but before she could say anything else, the door to the ice cream place opened to reveal two couples, one Fred knew as the Malfoys, who were surprisingly, laughing.
The Malfoys were wearing green robes, and in Narcissa's case, a green dress. They looked younger as they laughed at a joke the other male must have said, seeing as to how Lucius put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, while his other hand clutched his unneeded cane. They were radiating power and wealth, as if they ruled the world.
The people who had followed them in were very different. He realized that they must have been Alison's parents. Her mother, Maria if he remembered what Alison said correctly, was the woman whose hair was done in a way that made it seemed to blend together[1], and create a chocolate-brown mass of silk. Her face had a smile on it, and had no sign of Makeup. She wore a dark green gown, with leaf design on it, and a collar necklace, with a symbol on it[2]. It was too far to see what the symbol was, so he moved on to the male.
He was slender, and lean. His hair, as long, or even longer than Malfoys, and the same shade of gold as Alison's, was put back in a loose ponytail. His eyes, identical to Alison's' own, were sparkling in mischievousness. He was smiling, and was showing off perfect teeth. His outfit consisted of muggle clothing believe it or not. He had a loose green collar shirt, hanging and clinging to him, show casing his almost hidden muscles. His pants were black, and his shoes black. He was wearing a jacket that was black also. The only other color on him was his rings. Some obviously wedding rings, while the other was gold, and had the same crest as the woman had on.
Fred watched as the man looked around, a bit tense, until his eyes landed on a shell-shocked Alison and Draco. When the man, Alphonse he remembered, saw the children's looks, he smiled and chuckled.
*******ALISON*******
Alison stared wide-eyed as her parents, and god parents walked in through the door. They were laughing, and smiling. And she was frozen stiff. What were they doing here? They were meant to stay at the manor! They were not supposed to come here! She wanted one day as a non-pure-blood. But Draco had ruined the bit of that she had with the Weasleys. Now she would be afraid to face them again! They had blackmail on her god dang it! They saw the book, and they'd seen her blushing, and and-
Alison felt her mind stop working and go on auto pilot. Her parents were there, she had to act with the best mannerisms. She had to be polite, and proper. The way of nobles. She snapped out of her frozen shock, and smiled gently at her parents.
"Mother, Father, what a pleasure to see you here, I thought you were going to stay at the estate! May I introduce some people?" She said in formal pure-blood manner. She gave a small curtsy, and turned towards the golden trio, and the other Weasley's. "The three red heads are Fred, George, and Ron Weasley," She gestured to them gracefully. "Hermione Granger is the smart young lady," Hermione actually blushed at the praise, "And last but not least, Harry Potter." She said with a wave of her hand. "And This is my Mother, Lady Maria Phew, And my Father Lord Alphonse Phew." She introduced her family to the others.
Alison wanted to disappear, she wanted to escape, and she didn't want to be there. She saw how the Malfoys were looking at the Weasleys and golden trio, and she hated it. She hated how pure-bloods other than her family seemed to look down on others. It disgusted her, along with how wizards in general were oppressing magical creatures, like werewolves and Centaurs.
She had to leave, NOW.
So with a small smile, she turned tail, and escaped through the door, not hearing Fred call after her, along with her parents.
!Random person put in for plot reasons!
Elizabeth glided rather quickly through the streets, and avoided all the people. She was going somewhere, and needed to get there rather quickly.
She shook that thought from her head, and turned down a side alley, and continued down to Knockturn alley. She glided past the beggars, and past all the stores, until she got to the end. One would never suspect that Knockturn alley was actually a barrier. It made sure that neither the goody two shoes, or on the other sides case, the half-creatures came through.
She had heard of the place in rumor form, the other side. It had no name, but did have a motto. Not a go-happy one either, it could even be classified as depressing to some. The motto of course, was written in ages of old, and told in Latin as,
sumus
formidata
odiosæ
deformis
pauperibus
ones qui relictus
Et nos sumus
quae perierunt
nunquam
invenitur
Of course, for those who couldn't understand the language, they had it translated into English.
We are
the feared
the hated
the ugly
the poor
the ones who are left behind
And we are
The lost
never
to be found
Even though the motto was sad, the people were anything but. Very few knew of this place, and knew that if it's existence ever leaked out to the ministry, then they would be shut down, seeing as to how every person here was not a wizard or pure muggle. They were all hybrids, besides the couple of supporters of course, like Elizabeth.
But what she didn't know, was that the whole time she had been walking, she had been followed by a not so friendly shadow. A shadow, with not so kind intentions in mind. And as she turned down an alley way, the creäture lunged, and Elizabeth screamed.
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[2] Pic of dress at
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That's all for now! NOT. I might have a chapter coming soon, but I'm not making any promises.