A/N: Here's the latest chapter of The School Now. I know I haven't updated in a while but I just didn't know how to finish this chapter. If you're reading this, then I did. YAY! Anyway, I took the Mary Sue Litmus Test for Amelia. She got 13, YAY! Not a Mary Sue! I created a character that's not a Mary Sue! Sorry, overly excited. Also, to any dyslexics or kleptomaniacs, this is not meant to offend anyone. Now, on with the story...
...Dominique's POV...(Before the Match)...
I'm so nervous! Today is my first quidditch game! But then again we are playing against Hufflepuff and they haven't won a match since 1999. The sorting hat needs to put more quidditch players in Hufflepuff.
"All right team. This our the first game of the year. The first game was Hufflepuff versus Slytherin. Slytherin won 60 to 220. We have to win by at least 230 points to get in first place. After this Slytherin is playing Ravenclaw. Whoever wins that match will change the score completely. Mostly because the Ravenclaw has some pretty damn good chasers that score so many goals that Slytherin will be bumped down to either second or third place depending on who wins the match."
"Um...are we going to play or what?" I asked.
"Right, lets go team!"
...Fred POV...(On the Stands)...
"GRYFFINDOR RULES! HUFFLEPUFF HAS AN AWFUL SEEKER! THATS RIGHT TEDDY IM TALKING TO YOU! COME ON DOM! HIT LUPIN IN THE HEAD!" James shouted.
"Is quidditch always this loud?" Amelia asked.
"To answer your question, no. It's just the extreme fans that are loud. And also, since when do you care about how loud things are?" I said.
"It's just that I've never been to a sports game before so I didn't know what to expect."
"Okay, I know you were born in the muggle world so you were quidditch deprived, but you've never even been to a muggle sports game?" Roxanne said.
She shook her head yes.
"You poor thing," said Owen with, ha, tears in his eyes.
We all gave Amelia a hug, until she shoved us off.
"I'm fine guys, it's no big deal," she said while laughing.
"Guys, where's Eric?" I asked.
"Um...that's what I've been trying to tell you. Eric is substituting for one of the chasers."
"WOOHOO! SCORE A DAMN GOAL YOU BLOODY MORON! THE KEEPER SUCKS, JUST SCORE A BLOODY GOAL!"
"COME ON DOM! KNOCK THE KEEPER OUT! ITS A SLYTHERIN MOVE BUT IT STILL WORKS! PLUS WE KNOW LUPIN'S NO WHERE NEAR AS GOOD A SEEKER AS HARRY POTTER!"
"OWENS RIGHT! JUST KNOCK HIM OUT ALREADY!"
"HEY LUPIN! HOW'D YOU GET TO BE SEEKER IF YOU HAVENT EVEN SEEN THE SNITCH! ITS FLOWN PAST YOU TWICE ALREADY! ARE YOU BLIND! DO YOU NEED GLASSES? ARE YOU AFRAID OF LOOKING LIKE A NERD! IS THAT IT LUPIN? IS ITTY BITTY LUPI AFRAID?"
Amelia pushed past us and ran out.
"What was that about?"
"I think I know. I'll be right back, hopefully," said Roxanne.
...Roxanne POV...(In The Common Room)...
"Amelia, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she said.
"Are you sure, you ran out really fast. And it sounds like you're crying."
"I'm not crying. I don't cry. If I cry I'm weak. I can't be weak. Weak people are stupid."
"Amelia, something's obviously wrong. You're not your usual loud and annoying self."
"Thanks that makes me feel so much better."
"Seriously, sometimes I feel like you're hiding something. You're always so happy and weird and annoying! I feel like there's nothing to you but that. There's something you're not telling us."
"So what if there is?"
"We're your friends, you can tell us anything!"
"What if I don't want to tell?"
"Then you'd be lying. You obviously want to tell but you feel like you can't."
"Fine, but I'm only telling you. You can't tell the others. Got it?"
"Okay."
...James POV...(At the Match)...
"COME ON JORDAN! ONE MORE BLOODY GOAL! JUST ONE MORE! MACMILLAN SUCKS! YOU SUCK MACMILLAN! THATS RIGHT, I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
"WOOHOO! GET THE DAMN SNITCH! GET IT! WHAT KIND OF SEEKER ARE YOU? LUPIN'S GAINING ON YOU!"
"HE GOT THE SNITCH! HE GOT THE SNITCH! YOU SUCK HUFFLEPUFF! GRYFFINDOR FOREVER!"
...Roxanne POV...(The Next Day In the Common Room)...
"Hey guys!" I said.
"Hey, what's up with Amelia?" Owen asked.
"Why do you care?" I asked.
"Because I'm her friend!"
"Or is it more than that?" I asked.
"If you're suggesting that I like Amelia, you'd be wrong."
"Oh, well don't tell her that or she'll break down again."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that she keeps so much bottled up, one day she's going to explode. There was a minor explosion last night and I found out a lot of things about her."
"Roxie, don't you dare tell them," said Amelia as she climbed down the staircase.
"I'm not."
"Good, because I'm ready to tell them."
"TELL US WHAT!"
"Looks like James is up," I muttered.
"All right, I'm going to tell you my real story. You all know I'm muggle born and that my mum is dead. Here's the backstory. When I was seven, my mum and brother died in a car crash. My sister was in the car as well but she survived. She was four at the time and my brother was eleven. My dad would start going to bars and clubs after work. He'd come home at midnight, drunk. He became verbally abusive. He'd say things like people who cry are weak, and weak people sre stupid and never amount to anything in life. I was only seven, and I was homeschooled, what could I do? My dad stopped paying the bills. We were kicked out of the house when I was eight. He left me and my sister alone on the streets of London. Then I found the Leaky Cauldron. My sister couldn't see it. She just saw a run down building. We decided to check it out. We tried to go in, but something wouldn't let her. So we left in search of something else. When I was eleven and she was eight, there was a shooting. We were running as far as we could. Then she got shot on her back and on her head. She died. I escaped with only a bullet on my thigh. It hurt like hell, but I was able to get to the Leaky Cauldron. There I met Hannah. She took me to St. Mungos and she told me everything about the wizarding world. She took me in as if I were one of her daughters. Professor Longbottom came and acted like a dad, a real dad. I was part of the family. I was so happy. Then, I got my letter. I came to Hogwarts, punched some git who called me mudblood, I got detention, and then I met you. I'm also a kleptomaniac. Any questions?"
"How did you survive?"
"What was your sister's name?"
"What's a shooting?"
"Why does Roxie think I like you? We're first years for god's sake!"
"Seriously Owen? You can't be serious for one minute? Even Fred and James are managing. And how much have you stolen from us?"
"Eric, we survived because my sister would act all cute and beg for money and I would steal money from random people in London. So much going on that no one noticed when a couple twenties are missing from your wallet. And my sister's name was Anya. I named my cat after her. James, a shooting is when people use a muggle weapon called a gun to kill people. It's the muggle form of the killing curse. And I have no idea what Roxie's going on about."
"Sure you don't," I said wiggling my eyebrows.
"Rox, I'm twelve not fifteen!"
"You're twelve?"
"Yeah, today's my birthday. I told you guys when I met you."
"Wow, you're the oldest."
"No she's not, I turned twelve in November," said Owen
"Ugh, you guys are so old!"
"Guys, you do realize that I'm a second year and turning thirteen in March, right?" Eric asked.
"Yeah."
"Duh."
"Sure..."
"Maybe."
"No..."
"Anyway, I've only stolen a few galleons, a poster, a paper from St. Mungos, a picture, a book, a letter, Vic's scarf, Dom's gloves, Teddy's hat, and some Slytherin's shirt and pants. And his girlfriend's skirt."
"Give my stuff back!"
"That's why mum didn't respond!"
"Did you walk in on Slytherins doing it and you took their clothes?"
"That's where my St. Mungos paper is! Did you read what was on it?"
"Yes Owen. I know you're dyslexic."
"Oh, just don't tell anyone."
"Why do I bother with you guys?" Eric asked.
"Because we're awesome! Hellions?" I said
"Hellions," they agreed.
"No matter what. Even if our past was tragic, if we have a stupid name, if we have famous parents, if we have dyslexia, if we're a kleptomaniac, or if we are pretty average when it comes to grades."
"Yup."
"No matter what."
"Always."
"Definitely."
"So cheesy!"
"Really, Ami? You had to ruin such a sweet moment?" Fred said.
"Ami?"
"Just testing out nicknames."
"Well, call me Ami again and I'll use the Curse of the Bogies on you, got it?"
"Sure, Ami."
"Mucus ad Nauseam!"
"Give me my wand!"
A/N: Here is the latest chapter of The School Now. So, yes Owen and Amelia were born in 2002 and Fred, Roxanne, and James were born in 2003. Not a lot of Victoire, Dominque, or Teddy in this chapter. Also, that is the real Curse of the Bogies. It's on Harry Potter Wiki. And yes, they do have pretty average grades in tha majority of their classes. But Amelia has a thing for DADA, James has Tranfiguration(oh the irony), Fred has Charms, Roxanne has Potions, Owen has Herbology, and Eric also has DADA. Please review and leave in the comments what you think their future careers will be(hint, three of them will be Quidditch players) and also vote on the poll on my profile!