Chapter 1 : Running From Lions
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The main character of this story is an original character. I'm kind of a hypocrite bacause I never really like fanfictions where the main character isn't one of JK Rowlings characters, and if you're like me, I hope you decide to give this story a chance!
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Chapter 1: Running From Lions
I sat in the bathroom for a few minutes as I forced myself to stop crying and took deep breaths to calm down. I knew Aunt Ginny would leave me alone until I was fully composed; one of the many reasons her home had become my escape whenever I felt unwelcome in my own. The Christmas holidays had barely started and I had already spent more time at the Potter’s place than at my house.
But I guess that’s because all I do now a days is argue with my parents to the point where they look ready to chuck me out.
And I guess that’s because I am a Weasley. Arguing is in my blood.
I looked at myself in the mirror of Aunt Ginny’s large ornate bathroom. My hands clenched the bathroom sink so hard my knuckles were white. My brown hair was bushy from constantly running my hands through it and my brown eyes were red from crying. Tears still leaked out even though I was trying so hard to stop.
I really hated crying. It definitely wasn’t attractive.
Not that I was really attractive in the first place. Okay, so I was kind of pretty, well, when my hair wasn’t bushy and I was wearing nice clothes. But I will be the first to admit that I am no fashionista. I was, at least, prettier than my twin sister, Rose. Sounds conceited, huh? But it’s true, even she’ll admit it. Her red hair was untamable and she didn’t put much effort in her appearance, but hey, she was also the one with a boyfriend.
I wiped my hands across my eyes to clear away the traces of my tears, glad I hadn’t worn make-up today. My cousin Dominique has been trying to force some on me lately. My poor eyelashes have never had so much mascara on them in my lifetime than in the past few weeks.
And I have never cried so much. Man I was so emotional lately. It was like I was some thirty year old, heavily pregnant witch that felt the need to snap out at the smallest things. Oh the perks of being sixteen. My family blames my emotional problems on stress. I blame it on my family. And fattening foods. I think sweets are out to get me.
If I was being honest with myself, I would know the real reason I’m so emotional lately. It’s because of this guy, Jay Soares. He’s a sixth year Gryffindor, like me, and well, you see, I’m kind of in love with the boy.
No one except for myself knows about this little crush of mine. Not only have I known Jay since first year, but he plays on the Gryffindor Quidditch team with me and he’s practically Al’s best friend. I’ve spent a lot of time with him over the years and not once has he ever expressed interest in dating me. It’s not like I’ve ever given him the slightest hints that I like him or anything either though. It was just a love that would never be.
I ran my hand through my hair again making it even bushier. Thank you mother dearest for the bushy hair genes. Admittedly mine was never as bad as my mum’s, but still, I would have preferred more manageable hair.
I was lucky though to dodge the famous Weasley red hair. No one’s really sure how I managed this incredible feat, especially seeing as my own twin sister’s hair is the natural Weasley red.
That’s not the only thing different between dear Rosie and I. Even though we were twins, we looked and acted nothing alike. Along with hair color, she was taller than me and had a slightly different build than I did. I think that’s because I was an athlete and she was more of a bookworm. While I spent my time playing Quidditch, Rose spent hers studying in the library. I don’t really know why she bothered; she was already too smart for her own good.
If you’re wondering what I mean by a different build, I have been developing muscles from constant Quidditch practices while Rose has been developing curves and breasts. Yes…her boobs were bigger.
Besides all that, Rose was a Prefect and I was in detention every month. I don’t think Rose has ever gotten a detention in her life. Not like I’m a bad kid or anything, but I tend to say what I think, and, well, I don’t always think the most appropriate things. (“I want you to think long and hard about what you just did.” Professor Patil said angrily. I snickered. “Long and hard, huh?”) Anyways, I was more outgoing than Rose, who was rather shy and didn’t like to break the rules. She’s a lot like my mum was when she was a kid, or so my dad says.
As sad as it may seem, Rose and I weren’t very close anymore. We were always at each other’s throats and found it necessary to bicker over the littlest things. (“That’s my hairbrush Rose!”) We used to be close like normal siblings, but slowly we’ve drifted apart since she started dating that Malfoy kid.
It didn’t even have a problem with Malfoy, but now whenever I’m with Rose it feels like we’re walking on broken glass. Scorpius Malfoy is actually a close friend of my cousin Al’s, even though he’s in Slytherin. I’m not sure how that friendship started, but they were close and Malfoy was around a lot because of it.
Rose and Malfoy started dating over the summer while Malfoy was staying with Al for a few weeks and honestly, I’m surprised their relationship has lasted this long. I’m happy for Rose, I am, but I’ve never seen her as the dating type. She just seems so delicate. I know Rose and I aren’t that close, but if Malfoy ever breaks her heart, I will hex his sorry arse to Azkaban and back.
A soft tap on the door made me tear my still red eyes away from my reflection. “Riley?” Aunt Ginny’s voice called quietly from the other side of the door. I must have been in the bathroom for nearly fifteen minutes, it was no wonder she sounded worried.
Aunt Ginny was by far my favorite aunt. She was the most understanding and was the one who would comfort me whenever I got into a fight with my own parents. Maybe it was because my mum and she were best friends, or because she was my godmother, or because she was the only aunt I had that I could stand having a conversation with for more than five minutes. (If you ever had to suffer through a conversation with my Aunt Audrey, you’d understand.)
Sometimes I wished Aunt Ginny was my mum instead, but then I remember when she gets angry, and when she gets angry, I’d rather find myself being chased by a dragon, a dementor, and Lord Voldemort. She once caught James trying to get Al to drink some of Uncle Harry’s spare polyjuice potion that he keeps for his job as an Auror, and poor James still has nightmares about that incident.
So maybe I’m lucky she’s only my aunt.
I sighed wearily and forced my feet to take the few steps necessary to reach the bathroom door and opened it to reveal a worried and annoyed looking Aunt Ginny. Well, I certainly hope it wasn’t me she was annoyed with.
“You okay?” She asked me once I stepped out of the bathroom.
“Are you okay?”
Aunt Ginny waved her hand in an ‘it doesn’t matter right now’ way and gestured for me to follow her downstairs. I could practically feel her annoyance as I walked behind her. I’ll bet you James did something to piss her off.
Once we stepped into the kitchen, Aunt Ginny took a seat at the large kitchen table and I sat next to her. The room still smelt like the shepherd’s pie aunt Ginny had made that evening. She flipped her silky red hair over her shoulder, and then turned to me. “So, what did you and Ron fight about this time?”
In the past few years, whenever I got into an argument with my parents, mainly my dad, I would get fed up with them and floo over to the Potter’s. They would always welcome me with open arms, seeing as they were my godparents, and it was a way to escape my complications at home. Not that it was always peaceful here either. I mean, sure James and Albus annoyed the heck out of me sometimes and Lily drove me crazy talking about her many boyfriends (I’ve lost track of how many and the child’s only fourteen,) but my parents never followed me here and Aunt Ginny said I’m always welcome.
“Actually I was arguing with mum.” I admitted. Aunt Ginny looked taken aback for a moment before recomposing herself.
“You got into a fight with Hermione? About what?” You see, me and my mum never fight. Usually we talk things out calmly and rationally where as my dear father likes to yell about everything. My parents are complete opposites and how they ever got together is a complete mystery to me.
“It was something stupid.” I said not really wanting to relay what had gone on. My mum had been talking to the Hogwarts headmistress, Professor McGonagall, who had been my mum’s teacher back when she was in school. So that traitorous old bat decided to tell my mum about all the detentions I’ve gotten over the term. What followed was a petty argument that led to mum declaring I should be more like my sister.
They never say it, but I know my parents wish I was more like my sister. They’re always comparing us and lately it feels like whatever I do is wrong. My grades aren’t good enough, I’m not smart enough, I’m in detention too much, and my attitude is bad. If I’m not like Rose, it’s wrong.
I could feel tears prickling at my eyes and my nose burned, clear signs that I’m about to start crying. Aunt Ginny must have noticed because she was suddenly out of her seat and pulling me into a tight hug.
“It was that bad huh?” Aunt Ginny asks and I nodded into her shoulder, biting down on my tongue so I wouldn’t cry. “Do you want to stay here for the night?” She asked stepping away from me so she could look down at me.
“Yes please,” I whispered. Oh how I love my wonderful Aunt Ginny.
A few minutes later I found myself wandering up to the second floor of the Potter house. Besides it being my second home, Hogwarts being my first and my own house the third, the place was just amazing. Uncle Harry had always claimed they never needed a grand house, so instead they had a nice place located on the shore. The house was still, much bigger than mine, but it was classy and had a homey feeling to it.
I wandered down the hallway, passing Al’s room and Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry’s room, James’s room was downstairs, until I reached the door on the end. A pink sign read Lily on it in elaborate letters. I knocked softly before opening the door and finding one of my favorite cousins sprawled across her bed with a Witch Weekly magazine and wearing blue pajamas, as it was quite late.
Lily’s room looked like any room you’d expect a teenage girl to have. There were posters on the wall of her favorite famous wizards and Quidditch players she fancied. She had a vanity next to her bed with her make-up collection, though why she felt the need to wear any I had no idea, and basically everything was neat and orderly.
“Riley!” Lily squealed as she jumped off her bed and tackled me in a hug. “I’ve been waiting for you to visit for ages.” I rolled my eyes and plopped myself down on her bed.
“I was here two days ago.” I reminded her.
Lilly waved it off, looking exactly like her mum as she did so, and sat down beside me folding her legs under her. “So what did you and Uncle Ron have a go at this time?” She asked me.
“Me and mum more likely.” I corrected her. Lily’s brown eyes widened and again I felt like I was looking at a much younger Ginny.
“You must have done something really bad for Aunt Hermione to go off on you.” She said seriously.
I knew why Lily was so interested. She loved gossip. She thrived off it. She was the most popular girl in the fourth year at Hogwarts and I think every guy within two years of her age wanted to date her, and good old Lily here as broken most of their hearts. Honestly, I’m just glad she’s still a virgin.
“So what did you do?” She asked me impatiently when I didn’t say anything. Lily rolled her eyes and poked me in the ribs. “Spill.”
So I told her. “What I did was not be a completely perfect, smart, well behaved, never-gotten-a-bad-grade-in-my-life child like my stupid sister.” I spat and watched my cousin as she flinched away from the venom in my voice. “You’d think my parents would realize we are too different people, but no. It’s ‘Rose this’ and ‘Rose that’ and ‘you should be more like your sister’.”
At this point, I was pacing across the room and poor Lily was looking slightly scared at my sudden outburst, but hey, she asked right? I’ll admit, it did feel pretty good to get this all off my chest. I’m not really someone who opens up to people well. I mean, the only person I’ve ever really told secrets to is my cousin Dominique, who is also my best friend. Mum always asks me why I go to the Potter’s place instead of to my Uncle Bill’s where Dom is, but Shell Cottage has never really felt like home to me, not in the way the Potter’s did.
“I mean, what do they really expect, that everyone’s going to be an angel child like Rose? Just because my mum was doesn’t mean we all picked up that gene! I mean, look at Hugo,” I referred to my little thirteen year old brother, “I don’t think he’s gotten above an acceptable in his life and no one has complained about him! And my dearest father isn’t exactly the best role model to follow either. Just because I have the misfortune to be the twin of the smartest witch alive doesn’t mean I’m going to end up exactly like her-“
My wonderful rant was cut off by Lily’s door creaking open and Al’s head poking through the crack. Seeing that I had stopped shouting, he pushed the door fully open and stepped inside followed by none other than Scorpius Malfoy. I had forgotten he was staying here for the break.
“Hey Riley,” Al said throwing an arm carelessly around my shoulder. “Scorpius and I thought we heard your dulcet tone from my room.” I shrugged his arm off feeling slightly embarrassed that he had heard my whole rant.
“Oh shove off,” I muttered sitting back down on Lily’s bed. Al chuckled and shook his head in amusement.
“So you and Uncle Ron went at it again huh?” I was starting to get a little annoyed. My dad and I didn’t really argue that much did we?
“Not with my dad, with my mum.” I ignored his look of shock and instead focused on Scorpius. “Do you ever go home?” I spat at him. The poor bloke looked slightly frightened by my angry tone and mumbled something about his parents being out of the country.
Not for the first time today, I felt the need to go at it with someone. Sometimes being extremely emotional as I was made you feel this way. I just wanted a good fight to let all my anger out. I decided to release this anger on Scorpius, not that I had any reason to fight with him other than wanting to, but just as I was about to yell at him to go and cut his hair, Lily’s door opened again and Aunt Ginny stepped in.
She looked between me and Lily and Al and Scorpius, but didn’t say anything about the obvious tension in the room. Instead she leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed and looked at me.
“I just spoke with your mum.” She said and I looked up attentively. “She says she really wants to talk to you whenever you feel like going home.”
“Great,” I said, crossing my arms to match hers. “I’ll be sure to do that.” The last thing I wanted right now was to go talk to my mum and have her complain to me that Rose wouldn’t have left so I shouldn’t have either. I think Aunt Ginny got the message, because she didn’t say anything else besides wishing us all good night and leaving the room.
It was only then that I noticed the absence of my strange and annoying older cousin. “Where’s James at?” I asked.
“He’s at the office with dad.” Al said, shrugging indifferently. “He said something about looking into different careers for when he leaves Hogwarts.”
I raised my eyebrows at this. James Potter was thinking about his future? My cousin James? “I thought he was determined to play professional Quidditch like your mum.” Aunt Ginny had played for the Holyhead Harpies, an all female Quidditch team up until she had gotten pregnant with James. Now she’s writing as the senior Quidditch correspondent for the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet. Uncle Harry, of course, is the Head Auror in the Auror Department at the Ministry.
“Well, James’s broomstick won’t be able to hold up that big head of his forever.” Al said. I felt my mouth turn up in its first smile of the day.
“I can’t believe it, James is being responsible!” I said shaking my head in amazement.
“I thought mum was going to die of shock.” Lily said.
“Is that what she was so annoyed about earlier?” I asked. That couldn’t possibly be it, but I was just hoping someone would enlighten me.
“Uh, well,” Al said sheepishly. He ran a hand through his messy black hair. “That was actually towards me. She caught me calling James a bloody wanker after he stole my…uh, yeah. And you know what she thinks about cussing.” He ended awkwardly.
I glanced at Lily, hoping she could tell me what Al was referring to with his ‘uh, yeah’, but she just shrugged, and then jumped off her bed and nudged her brother and Malfoy, whom I had almost forgotten was there out of her room. “Sorry boys, but we have some serious girl stuff to discuss.” She said.
‘Serious girl stuff’ ended up being us staying up late into the night discussing Lily’s newest obsession with some fourth year Ravenclaw by the name of Liam Boot. I swear this child was going to end up as the Hogwart’s slut at this rate.
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