Yo yo yo3! Yea, well, I missed my bus and i got bored so I'm writing this. I'M GOING TO GO SEE FRANKENWEINIE THIS AFTERNOON!-Screams.- OMG! I JUST LOVE THAT PUPPY! I CRIED WHEN I HEARD ABOUT IT! THAT DOGGIE IS SO KAWAII3!.. anyway. on with the story -Winks.-
Nice Dursley's, evil Dumblewhore, good Voldie
Tom: STOP CALLING ME THAT
Me: SHUT UP RIDDLE! -Coughs.- Anyway. Good Voldie, bashing on the Weasleys, not the twins, I love them . Sexy little bastards... ANYWAY. Bashing on most of Gryffindor, except for some. Some bashing on the poor little Huffpuffs(Poor souls...). OH AND GOOD SLYTHERINS! WHOOP! Bein' the sexy evil bastards they are ;D! Female Potter! WHOOP~! Lol... xD! Oh and bashing on Hermione, bein' the bitchy little bookworm she is. Oh and the Order Of The Glowing Zombie Fried Chicken... Is exactly that. Stupid bastards. All of 'em are EVIL. They will be bashed upon. Except Snape, Sirius, Remus, anddddddd... Whoever the hell I choose xD!... Oh, and Bellatrix Lestrange. I love that bitch. You people start bashing on her, and I will bash... ;o... Draco-Fuckin-Malfoy! I swear to the dog god I will!:o... Probably bashing by sleeping with him.. BUT ANYWAY...
Author: Geo And Neo
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! IF I DID SNAPE WOULDNT HAVE DIED! Dumblewhore woulda died more gruesomely... - Manipulative bastard! Dx. Anyway... Everything belongs to our lovely J.K Rowling. And the Brits. Gotta love the Brits. What with their accents... Ehm...-...ANYWAY! xD
Title: Amai Potter And The Sorcerers Stone...With a side of Angry Chickens.
Summary: Amai Potter. The girl who lived. Amai was young. So controllable... What would happen when Dumbledore's toy got a mind of her own? What if our wonderful little savior fell for the wrong guy? What if their savior wasn't who they thought... What if their savior turned to the right side. M for mature. Fem!Harry.
"Flashback"
"Thoughts"
"Pareseltongue"
"Mind Speak" Btw. Second Chance. By Shinedown.-Does that weird thing where you put your fingers to your mouth and go "mwua"- :3 It's so awesome.3.' :3
Btw, this chapter is purely dedicated to Koriah. :D!... I know. Dun ask why. I might throw in some Akira. Cause. Well. He's sexy, ain't he?! O_O! As is Hiro.. 3 Yum. btw! CHICK WHO BORROWED HIRO! I NEED HIM BACK! O_O' HE VOTED! BUT HE VOTED FOR THE WRONG DUDE!
Hiro:: HELP ME! THESE PEOPLE ARE INSANE-Is crying, and has whip markso.o-
Me: :o Wow you did good..-Leers at him, licking lips.- Wow he's ripped..
Hiro: O_O!-Runs away.-
Chapter 15
Koriah's Life.
Kori felt a sigh escape her lips as she sat up in her bed. The dark blue of her dorm reflected in her obsidian hues. She picked at the baggy black shirt she wore, frowning. She was coated in sweat, causing her clothes to cling to her.
The dream suddenly slammed into her and Kori felt a gasp escape her throat. Placing a hand to her head, her eyes widened slightly as the scenes played out before her.
All that blood. All those screams. The whimpers. The woman.. Who was she? Who was that woman? She had Kori's hair and eyes, oddly enough, but was much older than Kori was, herself. Oh, fuck my life. She though numbly.
With a sigh, Kori hopped of her bed, stumbling a bit as she tried to regain her footing. Shaking her head, she grabbed her bag of toiletries and walked to the bathroom. It was Saturday, so that meant no classes. Thank god.
Half an hour later, Kori stepped out of the shower, a towel around her torso. It stopped half way down her thieghs. Kori sighed as she noticed that her trunk was gone. Damn you, Ichiru. Ichiru, her third year brother, had taken to pranking her since they were in the same House. Once more, damn you, Ichiru.
As she walked downstairs, she placed her hair into a ponytail, ignoring the appriative whistles she got from some of the boys. She smirked at them and winked, giggling.
"Kori! Stop acting like a hooker!" Ichiru screamed out in horror at the way she was acting. Idiot.
"If you hadn't stoken my trunk, I wouldn't have to!" She retorted, glaring at him murderous.
Ichiru had her mother's eyes, obsidian like her own, but her father's build, hair, and skin tone. He was deeply tanned, built nicely, and tall, around 6'0. Damn you! A whole 5 inches taller than her own 5'5. Damn you, She mentally raged once more. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt that hugged his well developed muscles. On his feet were combat boots, with mud stains. His face was chiseled, only holding a tiny bit of his baby fat still. His hair was the color of dark chocolate, and touseled to look like the oh-so-wanted style of "Just-had-mind-blowing-sex," guys wanted, much to his amusement.
She huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at him, and Ichiru sniggered, rolling his eyes, "Fine!" With a wave of his wand, her trunk floated from behind a bookcase, up the stairs, and into her dorm.
"Thank you!" She huffed, before she pivoted, and stomped upstairs after her trunk. She heard Ichiru's laughter fading behind her.
As she entered her dorm, she kicked open her trunk and grabbed some clothes. Walking to the bathroom, she quickly brushed her dark auburn hair. She slid on her bra, and undies, and then slid on her black, tight tanktop that read "You Know You Want It" across her bust. She slid on a pair of ripped tights, then black cut-offs that were ripped in the front. She put on her dark mascara, adding more volume to her already thick lashes. Putting on some faint eyeshadow, and red lipgloss, she smirked at her reflect. And, though she might sound concieted, DAMN was she sexy. As she exited the bathroom, she grabbed her combat boots and slid them on. She reached behind her pillow and grabbed her leather jacket, that stopped below her bust. She slid it on and walked out, a confident aura surronding her with every sway of her still-forming hips.
A few more whistles came out as she walked downstairs, and she smirked widely, winking at the boys that had whistled at her entrance.
"Heyy~!" She called out.
"Ho!" Some of the kids shouted, causing a whole new round of laughter to burst from the students in the Common Room. She winked at her brother, sniggering.
A laugh escaped her throat at the horror stricken expression on her broothers face.
She rolled her eyes and waved over her shoulder, "Peace out, my whores!" She called over her shoulder as she exited, ignoring some of the indigniant shouts, and rejoicing in the laughs she gained.
As she walked downstairs, she ignored some of the teachers that glared at her, but she stopped as she saw the Slytherin Ice-King's gang.
Blaise Zabini.
She felt her heart skip a beat at the foreign god. His tanned skin, those deep, soulful eyes, that curly black hair, those firm muscles.
She shook her head firmly, trying to clear her head from those perverted thoughts.
As she walked into the Great Hall, she headed towards her Houses table, noticing that Draco and Akira were absent. So, Potter was still asleep.
The memories of the troll bombarded her, and she kept her face blank, not showing weakness.
That is, afterall, what she had been taught.
Flashback.
Kori sat at the oaken table in her family's kitchen, her head in her hands as she stared blankly at the bastard who had ruined her childhood.
His black hues that sparkled with some unknown love for anothers pain, that tousled brown hair, the pale skin, tall stature. Clean, crisp clothes.
And she hated it all.
She looked to side, trying to forget that she was here. She just needed to relax, breathe, and imagine something other than this place.
Her father noticed
Damn, she thought.
He looked at her, and cocked an eyebrow at the defiant glint in his daughter's eyes.
"Koriah." He stated.
"Father." She replied emotionlessly.
She noticed his eye twitching and she smirked slightly, "Koriah, it has come to my attention that you got into a fight at school."
"Yes," She replied bleakly.
"And why?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"A brat in my class decided that how I dressed was whorish so he thought he could use as such. I taught him wrong." She stated, cocking an eyebrow in return.
Her father blinked, and sighed, shaking his head, "Koriah, why do..."
"I do it because it's how I'm able to express myself. If there's something wrong with that, just say it. However, if you think that I should allow myself to used as the school slut, go ahead and state your mind. Freedom of Speech and all that rot."
The sounding of a chair scraping against the floor echoed in the room as her father stood up. Unable to follow his movements, Kori only noticed where he was as he appeared around the table, infront of her, grasping the collar of her shirt, and pinned her to the wall, growling lowly, "Watch. Your. Tone."
Kori looked at him blankly, and cocked an eyebrow, "I apologize, then. Happy?"
The sound of flesh against flesh echoed in her ears as the bastard's hand slapped her. She knew it would bruise. She raised a hand to place it against the quickly swelling tissue.
"Watch your tone, girl." He growled at her.
She nodded, keeping her face blank.
He dropped her and turned around, walking out of the room, as the sound of the front door opening and closing sounded, with a shout of, "I'm back!"
Dear Lord, help me now.
Present.3.. Poor Kori T-T
The shaking of her body wouldn't stop and she tensed, the shaking slowly subsiding. She shook her head, trying to erase the terrible home life she had. Sod my life!
Gritting her teeth and stood up, ignoring the shocked looks she got from some of the other Ravenclaws, probably because she had only been there for a few minutes and hadn't eaten anything.
She walked out of the Great Hall, her hands in the backpockets of the cutoffs she wore. Damn her father, damn her father, damn her school, damn her childhood, damn just about everything in general! Stop damning the world, Kori, she mentally snickered.
Leaning against the wall of a corridor, she crossed her arms. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the wall. Thoughts ran rampand through her mind, never focusing on one thing for too long.
The sounds of shoes against stone awoke her from her reverie. Black obsidian orbs darted down, wondering who the hell would be in the corriders when Breakfest was still going on?
Pushing off the wall, she turned to see one Luna Lovegood. Her silvery white hair was cascading down her back. Her pupils were blown up, only a soft blue ring surronding the inky blackness.
Her best friend's hands roamed before they grasped her shoulders, squeezing tightly. The words that Luna spoke was definitly not spoken in Luna's voice,
"Blood falls as glass shatters,
The Cursed Being rises,
The posion that echoes within her
Tries to escape, only to be forgotten
Pain that reigns is not reign at all,
Protector get up,
Or all shall fall.
Glass shatters, blood falls,
Protector get up,
Before the Savior falls."
Kori stood there in shock, as Luna's pupils slowly returned to normal. The dreamy girl blinked, and tilted her head, "Kori?" She asked in her dreamy voice.
"L..Luna, are you a Seer?" Kori stuttered.
Luna tensed.
And Kori knew.
I'm screwed.
Now you know a really really tiny bit about Kori. :I You'll learn more in like.. ehm.. maybe the.. idk. O-o. Hm. Probably either the 3rd book, or the 2nd. Still thinking. :D! I'll be updating one as soon as I get this chapter posted. So the moment you started reading, I was writing :D!