Disclaimer-I own Tabby, and this story, everything you don’t recognize, and the ideas. The rest is by JKR, unless it’s music lyrics, then I’ll tell you who it’s by. Please review guys!!! Chapter image made by me! So, now I’m pleased to present-
***Rag Doll***
*Chapter One*
Some people see dancers as blonde haired, blue eyed wonders. They have heart shaped faces and tan, beautiful skin. They are shorter, but have long legs. Their bodies are nothing but pure muscle, no fat. They wear very little makeup, yet they still seem to stand out. When they’re not dancing, they’re hanging out with their friends, laughing, playing. Some honestly don’t want to be dancing, but they dance anyway.
But unlike them, I want to. For me, it’s an obsession. I dance night and day, when I sleep, I dream of slippers and dancing. Again, unlike them, I have black hair, so black, it’s almost blue and it’s down to my rib cage. I have green eyes and a long, oval face. My skin is so pale, I look transparent. I’m too tall and lanky to be poise to most people, but what do they know? I have leg muscles and arm muscles, like every normal dancer, but I don’t stress out about gaining a few pounds. My makeup is so dark and predominant, it makes my eyes look like they’re covered in a mask. But sometimes you can’t tell makeup from my bruises. Because of this, because of my obsession, I have no one.
What friends I had stopped calling me because they knew I would be too busy to hang out. My mom left my dad and I after I was born for some rich guy in California. Shortly after, we moved to Paris, where I grew up knowing only perfection made it in life, and I wasn’t perfect. The only reason my father is still here is because I’m usually not around. I go to dance during the summer, boarding school during the fall, winter, and spring. When I am around, my dad is usually drunk or high, so he rarely talks to me, but when he does, he calls me names or throws things at me. On a few rare occasions, he’s hit me. I have no brothers or sisters, although my mother had children with her new husband.
I went to a school for exceptional young women. A school for witches. It was filled with up-tight, snooty, rich girls, who wore too much makeup and prada. I hated it there. So you can only imagine my excitement when I got called to switch over to a new school for my seventh and final year. Hogwarts.
I packed up everything in one day, went shopping for new clothes with the little money I had, which is rare, I haven’t bought new clothes since we moved to Paris. I bought school books I would need and other random essentials. I told my dad I loved him, even though I didn’t, and waltzed right out the door, barely missing the bottle of booze he threw at me.
I know some of you are wondering what I’m still doing, living with a dad who wishes I wasn’t his daughter, who beats me and curses me and yells rude things at me. Well, where else would I go? To my mom? I don’t think so, she left me once, she’ll do it again. I can’t go to an orphanage, because I’m a witch and they ask too many questions. Foster homes are the same. And even through I’m 17 now, and officially an adult in the wizarding world, who is gunna hire me? Without money, I can’t get an apartment. And living on the streets is out. No, I stay with my dad, it’s only for the summer anyway.
So that’s how I got here, the London train station. Hitch hiked all the way to London from Paris, then walked from the airport to the train station, then to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. I checked my reflection in a puddle on the ground. My makeup was as dark as usual, making my eyes stand out, my black jeans bore rips in the knees and my black zip-up hoodie was undone, revealing my gray and black stripped shirt. My hair was partially covered by the hood and my feet covered with my black converses. I had rainwater running down my neck and onto my hoddie’s zipper. I ignored it and turned, walking through the barrier, onto platform 9 ¾ .
I opened my eyes and saw the most amazing scarlet train ever. Unlike regular trains, it’s engine ran itself, that was obvious. It also had about twice as many cars, at least. It was beautiful. I was so busy marveling the train, I didn’t notice someone beside me. I turned and ran smack into her.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Let me help you.” She said to me grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I looked at her and noticed she had emerald green eyes and brilliant red hair. She was about four inches shorter than me, at about 5’6. She was also very petite with skin almost as pale as mine. She was wearing a green polo and jeans with white sneakers.
“No, no. It was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention. Sorry.” I said grabbing my owl’s cage before he rolled away.
“No problem. I’m Lily Evans, Head Girl. You must be the new girl Professor Dumbledore was telling me about.” She replied.
“Oh, yeah. Tabitha, but just call me Tabby.” I said shaking her hand.
That second, a bubbly girl walked up to Lily and hugged her. She had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She was about 5’8 with tanned skin and normal sized. She was wearing a blue mini skirt and a long-sleeved hooded, white tee. She had on blue converses.
“Oh I’ve missed you Lily!” The girl said. I stood there wondering if I should go or not when Lily said,
“Me too! Oh, this is Tabby, she’s the new girl. Tabby, this is Alice, my best friend.”
“Nice to meet you Tabby. Love the shoes.” Alice said looking at my converses.
“Thanks, yours rock more though. I think blue is the only color I don’t have in these.” I laughed. They laughed too, which made me feel better. At least I wasn’t making myself look like an idiot again.
“Hey, we should get on the train, we only have a few minutes. I already got a place for us, you wanna join Tabby?” Lily asked.
“Sure.” I said grabbing my trunk handle again. Lily grabbing mine and Alice’s owls and I put my black with skulls messenger bag around my shoulder and over my head.
We stepped onto the train and got pushed to the side by other kids of different ages running back and forth to hug their parents one last time. I ignored the crowd and followed the girls to one of the compartments in the back of the train. The sounds of people were muffled by Alice closing the door.
“So ladies, what shall we do for the time being?” Alice asked us.
“Well, I have to go and meet up with the Head Boy and see what we’re doing this year, and give the Prefects directions. I should be back by lunch though.” Lily said walking out the door.
“So, Tabby. Where did you go to school before?” Alice asked a bit a awkward.
I sat down next to the window and said, “I went to Madam McLean’s All Girls Prep School since I was eleven, but I hated it there, so I put in my application for a transfer. All the girls were stuck up and rich.”
“Oh. What about your parents, what did they think?”
“Well, actually my parents are divorced, I live with my dad. He didn’t care though.” I said shrugging it off. What did it matter if no one knew about my family? The less people that knew, the less people who felt sorry for me, and I’m not one to take charity.
“Ok, well, I’ve been here since second year. I went to a school in London before but my mum didn’t like it very much. She heard about Dumbledore and moved me here.” Alice said. Afterwards, there was a few minutes of awkward silence.
Just then, the door opened revealing a tall guy with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing jeans, a band tee, and black and white Vans. He didn’t look too bad.
“Frank! I thought maybe you had missed the train. I missed you!” Alice said jumping up, quite literally, and hugging this ‘Frank’ guy.
“I missed you too. How are you?” He said kissing her on the cheek. I’m now going to assume they are a couple, or very close relatives.
“Great! Frank, this is Tabby, she’s new, from France, Tabby, this is my boyfriend Frank, he’s in our year with us.” She said, smile growing bigger now that someone she knew was back in the room. I could already tell that Alice was one of those girls who strives off of friends.
“Nice to meet you Tabby. Is that short for something?” Frank asked hugging me. Seriously, what’s with all the hugs?
I hugged him back and replied, “Yeah, it’s short for Tabitha, but I hate my name. Who else is in our year?”
“Well, Lily and I are two of the five girls in Gryffindor, the other two are part of what we call ‘The Dolls’. They think they own the school and everything in it. Then the fifth girl moved to America last summer because her mum died and he dad couldn’t afford any houses out her without the second pay check. The boys in Gryffindor including Frank are the Marauders. James Potter, the leader, Sirius Black, the player, Remus Lupin, the quiet one, and Peter Pettigrew, the tag-along. Words of wisdom, stay away from Black and Potter, they’re annoying, arrogant, and perverted. Remus is cool though, and Peter is just weird, but nice. I’m not even going to explain Slytherin, the dirty cowards, I don’t know anyone in Hufflepuff worth mentioning, well, other than some more of ‘The Dolls’ who are spread out throughout the school, and Ravenclaw has some nice people, but they normally stay to themselves. Hopefully you’ll be with us.” Alice said sitting down in Frank’s lap.
“Thank Merlin that’s over! You’ll never guess who Head Boy is.” Lily said opening the door. She came and sat next to me.
“Hello to you too, Lillian Marie.” Frank said, giving out Lily’s full name.
“Sorry Franklin Davis Longbottom.” Lily said smirking at Frank’s disgusted face.
“Anyway, tell, us who Head Boy is?” Alice said getting excited.
“Ugh! James Bloody Potter. How that twit became Head Boy, I will never know.” Lily said sighing.
“Aw, come on Lils, he’s not that bad, and he changed a bit last year.” Frank said. At this point I was confused.
“Wait, I’m confused. What’s so bad about him again?” I asked.
“He’s been in love with Lily since first year, and he won’t leave her alone, and he asks her out at least three times a day.” Alice said laughing.
“It’s not funny. He’s annoying.” Lily said, her face growing red.
“What’s not funny?” Came a voice from outside. I looked and saw what I’m sure to be the hottest guy in the world.
He was drop-dead gorgeous. And maybe that’s why I kept staring, or it could have been the feeling I got when he looked at me, or the smell of his cologne. But something about this boy made my heart skip a few beats, what that was, I still don’t know.
A/N-Ok, it’s done, and now I’m starting chapter two. Hope you liked it, please remember to review!
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