Chapter 1 : Live is Life
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Okay, just to set things straight, my parents are idiots. Granted, they’re rich, powerful, pure-blood parents, but they’re still idiots. My proof? Well, it’s mostly my name. I’m a girl. You don’t name girls Charlie. Not Charlotte. Charlie. No, I’m not kidding. I imagine the way I got named to be something like this:
Some Random Family Member (SRFM): She looks like an Ophelia (insert mental gag at the possibility of me being named Ophelia).
SRFM: Nah, she’s a Lucy.
SRFM: Nope, she’s a Mary.
SRFM: No, she’s a Lucy.
SRFM: Definitely an Ophelia.
SRFM: Merlin, you guys are idiots, she’s an Elizabeth.
(Parents give each other nervous looks.)
Mum: Hey, why don’t you decide? (She is speaking, of course, to the SLEEPING bloke in the back of the room. Idiot.)
Sleeping Bloke: Mmf… Uh… * Snorts *…
Dad: Well then, her name’s Charlie Greengrass, and that’s that.
Charlie. Which is a decidely masculine name that is considered to be rather unusual. Insert me hitting myself repeatedly in the head.
But the worst part about my catastrophe of a name? My mum still expected me to be girly. Moron. You know how well that worked out for her? I ended up being 70% tom-boy, 25% boy (it might sound creepy, but I swear its true), and 5% girl. She bought me a dress when I was 6? I lit that sucker on fire. She paints my room pink when I turn 9? I paint it red. A bold, bright Gryffindor red. My parents are Greengrass'. And Slytherins, through and through. Yeah, they weren’t exactly thrilled when I got sorted into Gryffindor, along with my cousin Scorpius Malfoy. Add that to my failure to follow any rule that applied to me and my unacceptable boyishness, as my loving mother put it, and you get the worlds most disappointed parents. Ever. Seriously.
When I came back from Hogwarts for winter break, my parents met me with disappointed faces and one hell of a lecture. I had been a bit… naughty before, at Hogwarts, were I could break rules, get in trouble, and cause mayhem without getting slapped and grounded to my room for three days straight. Which is a pretty light punishment, considering some of the things I’ve endured over the years. But yeah, Hogwarts and my behavior there. I was a problem child, and when I got home, got my lecture, and went back to school, I was a reformed delinquent. I followed every rule and melted into the walls of the classrooms and halls. I cut off a promising friendship with “that Weasley girl” (Rose Weasley) and the rest of her… er… clan. My only friend was Scorpius, who was considerably more outgoing than I was, considering how liberal his parents were with his extensive freedom. Instead of trying out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team in my second year, I ignored Quidditch and ripped down more than one poster for tryouts when no one was looking.
Honestly, playing the good girl was torture. So, to get rid of some of that pent up angst, I turned to pranking. In the middle of the night. By myself. And framing other people. No one knew about my night time excursions, not even Scorpius. Scorpius didn’t know because he was a bit of an over-protective git, which would make it hard for me to continue pranking. Really hard.
But then, last summer, my mother ruined our façade of a perfect family by calling me a no-good, useless, unfaithful, imperfect bitch in front of Scorp’s family. She also hit me. Twice. In case you want to know, shame has five fingers.
Why did she go all phsycho on me? Simple. That day had been pretty trying for all of us, with me being in a shitty mood after my father yelled at me for TWO HOURS because I was “fraternizing with Muggles”. I was playing a freakin’ football game! After that little escapade, I ran away and climbed a tree in the forest behind our “house”. It’s really a mansion, but I hate the word mansion. Don’t ask me why, I just do.
Anyways, when my mother called me in because it was time for me to change for dinner (the Malfoy’s were coming over and that required me to look extra nice), I didn’t change. I just went up to my room and sat there until my mother called me down. I knew I was asking for serious trouble by not changing like she had ordered me to, but I couldn’t be the obedient one anymore. It was too hard, too painful.
But then again, her slapping me was also pretty painful. Of course, when my Aunt Astoria say this, she immediately grabbed my hand and Apparated to the Malfoy Manor, bringing me with her. Uncle Draco brought me things when he and Scorp Apparated over later. Astoria had been hugging me and supplying me with chocolate ice cream for the past hour or so by that point. I love my aunt. She’s so freakin’ awesome. My parents are idiots, though.
But anyhoo, Draco explained how things were going to work. I was going to live with them until I turned 17 and graduated from Hogwarts, which was going to happen in 2 years.
While Draco and Astoria were setting up the details, Scorp was just standing there looking at the floor. I checked, but nothing interesting was there. I could tell he was angry. He had his jaw clenched and his eyes were shooting daggers at that poor floor.
Finally, he spoke. “I should’ve stopped her from hitting you.”
He said her like it was some terrible poison. Well, my mum is pretty poisonous.
“No, Scorp, she would’ve hit me sooner or later, anyways. It really doesn’t-“
“Don’t you dare say it doesn’t matter.” He said, looking at me with angry eyes. “I swear I will never let anyone hurt you, not while I live and breathe on this earth.” I didn’t question him or say that wasn’t necessary. He wasn’t changing his mind. He was dead serious.
However, several good things had been generated from this whole fiasco. The first (and most important) of which was that I didn’t have to be the good girl anymore. No more night time pranks unless I felt like it. Now I could do what I fucking felt like, dammit! Merlin, I was free. And I felt like I could do anything. And by Godric Gryffindor, I was. Er, going to do anything I wanted to, that is.
When I stepped onto Platform 9 ¾ for the my Sixth Year at Hogwarts, I felt more free than I had since I was 11 and stepping onto this self-same platform. Merlin, I felt great. Hey, the sun was shining, the birds weren’t chirping because I couldn’t hear them, but I’m sure they were chirping somewhere, and I was going to talk to Rose Weasley for the first time in six years. I hope she doesn’t kill me, that’s all I’m saying about this whole talk-to-a-hopeful-friend-that-you-alienated-six-years-ago thing.
I brace myself and step on the train, dragging my impossibly heavy trunk behind me. Why do they make those things so damn heavy? I swear to Merlin that whoever invented the modern-day trunk is a sadist. Or, was a sadist, I should say.
As I walk down the train, looking for the Rose, Scorpius seems to get more and more nervous. That’s weird. I always imagined Scorp as the bloke who never second-guessed himself, no matter what. Evidently I was wrong.
“James, you’re insane! We need a better Beater than Carl Richsond! You know that as well as I do. Carl is the worst bloody Beater I have ever seen in all my years on the team.”
“Rose, you know there’s no one else that can play a Beater, except for Freddy-o, in Gryffindor.”
“So hold tryouts! There might be a Second Year that could play the position.”
And there’s my apartment. Gathering up my sometimes nonexistent Gryffindor courage, I walked to the door and opened it.
Everyone in the compartment turned to look at me. Most of them looked confused, like who the hell is that? ‘Cos I’ve never seen her before. Even though I’ve been in the same house as her for the past 5 years.
“Charlie?” Rose said, frowning at my sudden and unexpected arrival in her life.
I took a deep breath. “Hey. Nice to see you, Rose.”
“Nice to see you too, Charlie.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You two know each other? I’ve never seen that chick before today.” That chick? Oh, I’ll get you for that, James Potter.
"Really? Don't you remember the girl who pranked all of Slytherin House because she was bored?" I rose one dark eyebrow in a challenging manner.
"Holy SHIT. That was you? Damn." Oh, dear. Someone should catch him before he faints.
“It would appear so”, I said, smirking slightly.
“But Charlie! You just stopped talking to me without even telling me why! You were my best friend, and then you just ignored me.” Rose’s eyes were scrunched together and she seemed more than mildly upset. Crap. I was hoping this wouldn’t happen.
“I’m really, really, really sorry about that. It’s just, well, my parents are both Greengrass’s, and seeing as they’re pure-blood jackasses, they wouldn’t let me be friends with you, or any other Weasley/Potter!”
“And you listened to them? Since when did you listen to your parents, or anyone else? You broke every rule you could before winter break during First Year, and then you were the goody-goody two shoes of the century, after that! And don’t think I don’t know about your night time pranking trips around the castle.” Crap, she knew about those? “I heard you get up and leave the dorm and then come back in almost every night you pranked someone. It didn’t make any sense. Why would you act so perfect during the day and then break so many rules at night?”
“Rose, I know it wouldn’t make any sense, but I was being the perfect student to make my parents happy and proud of me. It was so hard though, because I’m not the type to follow rules. So I decided to prank during the night and make sure no one caught me.”
“Wait, wait, wait. You did what without telling me?! That’s dangerous! You could’ve been caught, and then Merlin knows what would’ve happened to you! What would your parents have done if they found out?” I KNEW Scorp would react like this.
I flinched without meaning to when he mentioned my parents. My hand automatically went to my cheek, were my mother had slapped me all those nights ago. I tell you, it must've been her time of the month or something, 'cause she hit me HARD.
Scorpius looked pained when he realized what he had said.
“Sorry, sorry." He muttered.
“It’s okay, Scorp. It’s in the past now. Doesn’t matter", I mouthed back.
Rose gasped, and then started crying. “Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry Charlie! Of course you listened to them! That’s terrible! I can’t believe they did that to you!” Great. I want to be friends with a bipolar nut. Who also seems to have freakish powers of observation.
“Sh! It’s alright, Rose. You didn’t know.” Before I could hug her, or do something remotely comforting, Scorp was producing a handkerchief out of nowhere and offering it to her while wrapping his arm around her. Wait, what? Last time I checked, Scorp and Rose hated each other. They were always at each other’s throats. I mean, as far as I could tell, half of Scorp’s detentions were a direct result of a fight with Rose, and vice versa.
Apparently, Rose was just as confused as I was, because she let him comfort her for a couple of minutes before shoving him off. Scorp looked much too pleased with himself for my liking. Heck, not a single one of Ro’s male cousins could get over their shock fast enough to tell Scorp to “get away from her, dammit!”
“Do you know what just happened?” Albus Potter asked me, making it the first question he had ever asked me. Not that I cared, though.
“I think hell froze over and Merlin decided to become a transvestite donkey witch that likes to wear pink, frilly underwear.” Did I just call Merlin a transvestite donkey witch, or did I? Hells yeah I did.
Albus gave me an odd look from the corner of his (reallybeautifulamazingemeraldgreen) eyes.
“What? You got a problem with the way my mate Charles makes metaphors?” As Fred talks, he slings his arm over my shoulders and ruffles my coppery-brown hair, which is messed up enough already.
I turn around and hug Fred, smiling into his shirt. You know when I told you that no one knows about my night time pranks? Well, that’s not entirely true. Freddy caught me once, but he was cool with it, and even started helping me prank. So we became friends. Hell, he even knows about my crappy parents. And anyways, Freddy’s just plain awesome.
“Whoa, you know the chick, Fred?” Does James piss me off every time he talks, or is it just me?
“Oi, my name’s Charlie! I’m not just some chick.” I say as I step away from Fred.
“Hold on, are you two going out or something?” Albus asks.
“Nope. We’re just friends!” Fred answers with his usual smile.
“Uh-huh.” Rose nods with a watery smile. Why is Scorp staring at her? You’d think he’d probably be whacking Freddy over the head for hugging me (even though I hugged him first), wouldn’t you? Gee, I wonder what’s up with him? (Please note the obvious sarcasm.)
“Aw, c’mon Rosey! Why would I lie to you, my favorite cousin?”
“Don’t. Call. Me. ROSEY.”
“Hey Freddy,” I mutter into his ear. “Let me clue you in on something. Rose hates being called Rosey.”
“Which is exactly why I called her Rosey”, Fred mutters back.
“Oi! No one’s answered my question yet! Freddy, you know this Charlie girl?”
....Who gives a fuck about James?
“Yeah, mate, I do know Charles.” Oh, that's right, Freddy does.
“Hmm… She’s got the look of a fair Beater, don’t you think?” If James had a beard, he’d be stroking it. Come to think of it, I would be to.
“Actually, I do play Beater. Probably much better than Carl Richsond, whoever the hell he is.”
“Excellent! You’ll be trying out then, right?”
“’Course I will! This is the first year that I’ll be able to try out for the team, and I can’t wait!”
“Why couldn’t you before?” Albus asks, looking stupidly confused and yet somehow hot. I mean, he looks hot as in temperature wise, not as in how attractive he is, because it would be stupid to think that he’s attractive at all because he isn’t and I know for a fact that he’s an arrogant git and I’m just going to shut up now.
Rose hits him on the arm and says, “Don’t ask that, you idiot. It’s her own business; she’ll tell you if she wants to.”
I mouth ‘thanks’ to her and she mouths back ‘anytime’.
“Okay, okay, fine.” Albus mutters.
“Hey, Charles, want to play some Chess?”
“Oh, you’re going down, Freddy-boy. There is no way in hell that you’ll survive more than ten minutes against me, the Wizard Chess QUEEN!!!”
There was silence, during which Freddy and I were engaged in a very intense staring match. And then the laughter started, from everyone except Scorp and Freddy, who both knew how serious I am.
“There. Laugh. Is. Laugh. No. laugh. Way. Laugh. In. Laugh. Hell. Laugh. That. Laugh. You. Laugh. Can. Laugh. Beat. Laugh. Freddy! Laugh.” Wow, great support there, Rose.
“Oh yeah? You wanna bet?” I snarled, doing my best to remain as menacing as possible whilst trying not to roll around on the floor laughing like a lunatic. You see, when Rose laughs, she snorts. It’s quite funny, really.
“Sure”, James says with an arrogant jerk of his head. “10 galleons says you don’t win.”
“20”, I say with my usual cocky-arse grin.
“I can’t wait to feel those coins in my hand, Potter.” I snarled Potter to make myself seem as deadly serious as possible. In reality, I was laughing my head off.
“Ha. You are so going down....Charlie.”
Okay, just to clear up any confusion, the people in the compartment were Freddy, Albus, Scorpius, Rose, James, and Charlie. You will find out who wins 20 galleons in the next installment of my amazing story (please be amazing, please be amazing), so keep reading! And maybe I’ll keep writing! Especially if you leave reviews! C’mon, the box is right there. You know you want to, anyways. Believe me, when I named Charlie Charlie Bucket, I had no intention of not mention Charlie and the Chocolate Factory somewhere in this fanfic. It will make an appearance, that movie will, and it will be the old one, too, not the creepy remake. I mean, I like Johnny Depp and all, but he’s just plain creepy in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Come on, back me up here. Or you could just leave a review and tell me which movie you think is better. Oh yeah, and all the chapters are going to be the names of songs, so if you either:
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A/N Edit: changed charlie's last name, because it just wasn't working for me. don't know what i was thinking when i came up with it.
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