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The Curse by Sharpie Marker_
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Format: Novel
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 528
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Action/Adventure
Characters: Scorpius, Albus, James (II), Lily (II), OtherCanon
Pairings: James/OC, Teddy/Victoire

First Published: 04/07/2010
Last Chapter: 04/02/2011
Last Updated: 04/02/2011

Summary:






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The curse. The unbreakable, terrible curse. It rules her life and invades her mind. 
 It makes her thoughts undistinguishable from the others. It's hell. The boys dirty dreams, the girls jealous rants and the Slytherins jeering. The only good thing that comes of mind reading is the test anwsers. The spell casting part comes naturally; but I guess you pick a few things up when you're parents are evil.

Chapter 1: Gaunt
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A/N Compleatly edited. Plot is the same, writing is revamped. Enjoy :)



 

 

 



 

 

Gaunt



 

 

 



 

 

I walk down the corridor, my head bowed and my face obscured. My clean black hair hangs in front of my face, hiding intelligent green eyes. I hold my throbbing head tightly, attempting to ignore the reverberating thoughts of hundreds.  Boys inappropriate thoughts make my lip curl in disguist. The spiteful girls cause me the struggle of restraint.



 

 

 



 

 

It's my first day at this hell hole and I'm already a subject of spectulation and gossip. People pause in the hallway, asking each other the all too popular question. Am I a Potter? Their clueless friends of course end the spectulation with waves of fresh gossip. And I"m  just getting angrier.



 

 

 



 

 

Finaly, I  I can no longer take it. The third year's asking for it. I pull out my wand and raise it thretningly. The little git immediatly scurries down the hall. I smile sadisticly. At Durmstrang- the most demented school in the world- I used to get picked on. See, that was the best thing about a new school; you could build your own image. I chose the tough, pretty girl. It worked perfectly. Suddenly, I realised what exactly I was doing. I was standing in the middle of a corridor, admiring my new possition while apparently, the boys were admiring mine. Ugh where the hell is his office? 



 

 

 



 

 

'Great-now I'm going to have to play stupid new kid'. I look around for someone who isn't thinking dirty or mean thoughts. Tough. 
I'm just about to give up and blunder around for another hour when I see a kid walking towards me. He had black messy hair and bright green 
eyes. Most defiantly a Potter.



 

 

 



 

 

“Hi, I’m James Potter” He says nervously, proving my suspicion.



 

 

 



 

 

“I know.” I reply simply



 

 

 



 

 

“Bloody Hell, you do look like you’re from our family”, he shouts suddenly, unaware of my piercing gaze



 

 

 



 

 

I glared at him and he turns red.



 

 

 



 

 

“Do you want me to show you to McGonagall’s office”? He finaly stutters when 
I turn away.



 

 

 



 

 

I grin. A Potter's scared of me.



 

 

 



 

 

“Yes, please”, I reply politely.



 

 

 



 

 

He seems surprised that I'm no longer glaring at him, much less being 
polite.



 

 

 



 

 

“Uh okay”.



 

 

He walks down a series of corridors quickly, seeming compleatly at ease. A group of Slytherins jeer as we walk down the hall. James simply flips them off. I hide a grin. They're such nasty gits. They're only thoughts of me  include snogging in a corridor. 



 

 

 



 

 

I pray to god I'm not going to be a Slytherin. I wonder what I want to be. I honestly think Gryffindor is the best. 



 

 

 



 

 

They're loyal, brave and for the most part, not evil. Most would laugh at this comment 
but I just found it depressing. Depressing and true. Very true.  We reach the end of thee hall, only to meet two stone gargoils.



 

 

 



 

 

"Password" They rasp.



 

 

I



 

 

 pull out a slip of paper and mutter the password. The big oak door slids open.



 

 

I fake a smile at James (Who at this point seemes preoccupied looking at some girl) and sigh. Geek.


I roll my eyes and walked in, swallowing my fear. Fear is for weaklings, and I am not a snivling fool. I am past those days. 



 

 

 A/N do you like the edited version better? I sure do!

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