Chapter 1 : this year is gonna be incredible
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Here are the five things I plan to get done during the school year, to make it my year;
5.) Help the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team win Quidditch Cup.I was recently appointed captain of the team, seeing as the former captain, Eleanor Blake, had graduated this past year, and her first pick for new captain, upcoming sixth year Jamison McCoy, had moved to America with his father. It had come to a total shock to me when I had received the owl from Eleanor earlier that summer, written with great urgency. She had said that I had true potential, though I seemed a bit to young. But, I was the only other person Eleanor trusted with the team.4.) Get decent grades on my O.W.L.sI'm not the smartest person around, trust me; if I were, I would’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw, like my dad. But, this year, I'm determined to make my father proud of my marks. I hoping Alice will help me with that; she’s awfully smart, and I am her triplet sister’s best friend, after all; how can she not love me?3.) Prove that I'm a somebody.For the longest time, I don’t think most people even knew who I was. Even after I started Quidditch my second year of school, people still refer to me as ‘the Hufflepuff Seeker,’ and not much else. And this year, I'm determined to do something worthwhile.2.) Figure out what I want to do with my lifeI'm not completely convinced I want to play Quidditch for the rest of my life; I mean, hey, don't get wrong, the game is great! But, chasing around a gold ball for the rest of life seems to be ... well, I feel like there's a whole lot more out there then what I'm just seeing...And last, but not least …
1.) Tell James Sirius Potter to leave me alone, ONCE AND FOR ALL!
Despite the fact that this list is probably near impossible to do, I'm damned determined to complete it; my fifth year of Hogwarts is going to be my year, and I'm not going to let anyone, let alone James Potter (that git!), ruin it for me.
Yes, yes, I know. How can anyone hate James Sirius Potter, Gryffindor Keeper and newly appointed captain as well, son of the Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world? How about someone who’s been at the butt end of his pranks since the first time they met in the Great Hall, the first year of school? Yes, James Potter had been making my life hell since the first day we met, and although for the past four years, I’d been brushing it off as a minor bump in my life, I had to put an end to it, once and for all.
“Oh come on, Sarah,” one of my best friends, Dom, said to me as I complained about James for the umpteenth time, “he’s not that bad.”
“Of course he’s not that bad to you,” I replied with a frown, “He’s your cousin.”
I let out a small huff as I sat down on my bed; Dom sat backwards on the chair at my desk, while our other friend, Minnie, lay on the ground, looking up at the both of us.
Dominique Weasley and Minnie Longbottom had been my best friends since our first year of school, the day we all sat next to each other after sorting had happened. We were three completely different girls, yet some how, we all meshed so well together.
Dom was quite easily the ringleader of the trio; she's extremely adventurous, and doesn't care much about what people say about her. Of course, knowing the Weasley family, I can easily say that's a trait that most, if not all of them, share. Although she looked fragile, and most people would call her willowy, Dom was not a stranger to fighting. Despite the fact that she really does love her cousin, on more then one occasion, she's physically attacked James, when he done something outrageously horrible. She's quite ferocious when provoked.
Minerva Longbottom, or Minnie for short, was just as crazy as Dom, if not more. However, her craziness was quite different from Dom's. Most people thought Minnie was a Loon. But, she’s just very eccentric, and often has a very different look at things. She’s extremely open to any and all sorts of things, and she too doesn’t seem to care what people think about her. I’ve heard some of Dom’s uncles and aunts describe her to be this generations ‘Luna Lovegood,’ whoever that is…
And then there’s me, Sarah O’Connor; the voice of reason, the wallflower, the stick in the mud … or, so I’ve been told, about the last one anyway. I'm not a crazy fan of partying or anything like that; I like to read, which is something I gained from my father. I'm pretty quiet, and usually, I try to keep to myself. I'm the one who's always bailing Dom and Minnie out of trouble.
"Well still, you shouldn't let him get to you," Minnie said, "You always seem so wound up when we talk about him."
Of course, I knew she was right; we had similar conversations all the time about James, and each time one occurred, I could feel my blood start to boil. James Potter has always been one of those boys who just kept pushing my buttons, poking and prodding, until I was just one big mess.
“I know,” I replied, voicing my thoughts, “I know. I just … can’t help it. He knows how to get under my skin…”
"How about we change the subject, then," Dom asked, "I'm so excited for tomorrow, aren't you two?"
Tomorrow. The first day of school. We were going back to Hogwarts. We were going back to the school gossip, rumors, and drama. Although, despite all that, I was exciting about that. There was always an air of mystery around the school, and I couldn't help but love the atmosphere around it all. And despite the fact that James would be there, there was also all my friends that I hadn't gotten to see during the summer. Avril had been off in America with her parents for most of the summer, Ariana and her siblings were being shipped off to Australia to visit some relative, and so neither of them were able to send anything other then a quick letter or postcard, let alone actually hang out.
"I'm looking forward to it," Minnie responded, "Fifth year is going to be so excited!"
Dom, Minnie, and I spent the rest of the night talking about our expectations about tomorrow, and our fifth year in general, and thoughts about James Potter had mostly went unheard.
It was late in the night when Dom, Minnie, and I had decided to go to bed. I jumped in my bed, as the other two sat in cots that my dad had magically placed in my room, I quickly drifted off to sleep. However, as quickly I had fallen asleep, I found myself being woken up just as fast by a loud noise. I opened my eyes, to find Mr. Tumnus, my cat, curled up on my pillow, purring softly.
I sat up, stretching my arms out. Looking around, I found that both the cots in my room were empty, meaning my two friends were already up and ready. I let out a small sigh as I looked over at the clock; ten o'clock. The train left at eleven forty-five, which gave us plenty of time. However, we had wanted to get there earlier enough so that Dom and Minnie could properly said goodbye to their parents.
We had planned to get up at nine – give us enough time to change, get the last of our things packed for the year, and then wait for the hour long drive. I'm sure, however, that Dom and Minnie didn’t take into account the fact that I am not a morning person. Dom is, and Minnie’s easy enough to wake. But I could sleep through a storm, and have, in fact.
I debated on whether I should sleep for a few more minutes, or if I should get up and finish getting packed, when I heard a soft knock at the door.
“Sarah?” I heard a soft whispered.
“I'm up, Mum. You can come in.”
I watched as my mother entered my room. She was very elegant, and seemed to do every little thing with purpose. She held herself high, even though it was just me. She wasn’t the kind of mother who always wanted to seem strong in front of her child; she was strong. She always had been, ever since I could remember.
“So, are you ready for the big day,” she asked with a smile on her face. I returned the smile, and nodded without saying a world.
She started reaching for the rest of my cloths that were on top of my dresser, placing them in my trunk that lay at the end of my bed.
“I'm glad,” she said as she continued placing the things in my trunk, “But, you know you can send a letter to me whenever you want. And if James’s pestering gets to much, you know you can come home; I’ll talk your dad into home-schooling you, if you really want…”
She knew about everything that went on in my life; especially while I was away at Hogwarts. She was a muggle, but she tried her hardest to understand the magical world. Still, I always tried my hardest to use magic as little as possible when I was around her. I had even talked to Professor McGonagall about having an actual postal system; of course, it wouldn’t work quite like the regular system, but it was nice enough to know that despite everything going on in my life, there could always be some sort of normalcy when it came to my mom and me.
“I love you, Mum,” I said as I engulfed in her a hug, “But I think I’ll be fine. I’ve got Dom and Minnie watching over me.”
We finished packing my trunk in silence; only commenting when something needed to pass to one of us. It was nice, to be able to have that kind of relationship with my mother.
Finally, I was ready, and my parents, Dom, Minnie, and I got in the car, and started our long drive to the train station. And then, I’d be on my way to Hogwarts…
Okay, wow, didn't plan on the first chapter being this long... But hey, it is. I hope you guys like it, and it doesn't seem all that rambly... I do that sometimes... ANYWAY, so yeah, I would love it if people reviewed this story; I'll accept constructive criticism, but please, be nice. This is, after all, my first story I'm posting here, and I'm extremely nervous about it.
JAN 25, NOTE; I have decided to enter this story in Houlestar’s 'What the Hell is a Hufflepuff' Challenge.
MAR 3, NOTE; I have also decided to enter this story in Dracolovergirl5000's 'OC/Canon Pairing' Challenge.
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