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Not Another Fairytale. by TheGirlOnFire
Chapter 1 : Once Upon A Time...
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Disclaimer:I own nothing you recognise Cinderella belongs to Charles Perrault.


Once upon a time in a faraway castle there lived a small family: a King, his Queen and their beautiful baby daughter called Theodosia (or Daisy as she was nicknamed). After the birth of the little girl the Queen started to get sick, it was a time of desolation in the Kingdom, and even though the family was going through something terrible they were always very happy.

A few years later, on the day that the Queen was at her worst, she passed away leaving the King and their little girl alone. The Kingdom was in mourning for they loved their Queen and  were sad to see her go.

After the Queen’s death the King became really sad and isolated. He completely neglected his duty to his only daughter and neglected his duty as King.

After a couple of years, when the little girl was six, the King decided to remarry and give his little girl a new mother and his kingdom a new queen. Once word had spread through the village that the King was looking for a new wife, all  the fair maidens lined up for a chance to marry the  King. It took months and many banquets for the King to find the woman for him. In the end he chose a widowed single mother with two little girls, Veronica Truman

Daisy stood on the side lines and watched as her father searched for this new Queen, even though she didn't want a new mother. She stood and watched as her father married a superficial and wicked woman. The new Queen was extremely horrid to the little girl. The Queen would belittle her and make her look bad in front of everyone while the Queen’s daughters looked good. The Queen would use everything in her power to make everyone angry at Daisy and make everyone hate her.

I would like to say that the wicked Queen was defeated, Daisy's Prince Charming saved  her and they all lived happily ever after, but I can’t because we don’t live in a Wizney universe. There are no Kings, Princes and Queens. In my life, there are only wicked stepmothers; evil step-sisters and mortal enemies in the form of teenage boys.

yself. My name is Theodosia Hunter III. Yeah don't laugh. I'm named after my great grandma and she wasn't a very nice woman, I'm not sure if it's a compliment or an insult. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that (according to Rose) ‘I have a lot of issues’, most of which come in form of Albus Severus Potter. My nemesis.  No joke, he’s my nemesis.


It was a tradition for the Rose and I to have a sleep over at the end of the summer holidays. Some of her cousins and their friends would join us so It became customary for us to take it in turns hosting the sleepover. On the last day of summer just before my fifth year it just happened that the sleepover would be hosted at the Potter Manor; yes I said manor, they are filthy rich. 'Nuff said. We had decided to hold the sleepover in their den, where there would be enough room for all of us. Yes they have a den.
f you thought that this is your average teenage-girls-in-PJ's-watching-a-romantic-comedy, eating-ice-cream-playing-truth-or-dare-and-having-pillow-fights kind of sleepover then you'd be... correct. This sleepover is exactly like that but with teenage boys and horror or action movies instead of Rom-Coms. It makes things more interesting; but only slightly more interesting.

The origin of the sleepover is kind of typical Wotter. It began in our second year, when Rose invited me to spend the summer at her house. We thought it would be a good idea to throw a sleepover. Rose invited Dom and Roxy. Then Fred overheard our plans, and decided to invite himself and  James. (They came with toilet paper. I won’t say what they did with it because we don’t talk about that). James invited Connor and Declan Finnegan. Potter and Scorpius wanted to ruin the sleepover but when they saw the boys their plan failed. Unfortunately, Potter decided to stay. After that night it became a tradition. We've held it at everyone’s house except mine and that’s because I'd rather avoid the awkward introduction and explanations.

We sat in the den spread out across the floor and couches in a makeshift circle.  Rose, Dominique, Roxanne, Fred, James, Connor, Declan, Scorpius and that bastard Potter. The animosity is mutual, I assure you. Not once in the time that we’ve known each other has he shown any redeeming qualities. He's an arrogant, self-righteous, vein self-centred bastard. The one thing that really annoys me about him is that he's gorgeous, I hate him, don’t get me wrong, but even I have to admit that he's gorgeous. I'm not one of his fan girls or anything (yeah, he has fan girls) but he has the nicest eyes I have ever seen. They're so gorgeous they may as well not be real. The bad thing is he knows he's good looking. He uses his looks to try and get girls. (And succeeds.) He uses and abuses them. (He's the reason why your fathers won’t let you date teenage boys.) I'm pretty sure he's dated, and I use that term very loosely, most of the girls in our year excluding me and his family of course.

The rest if the Potters are okay. James is pretty cool, and  Lily and I don't really talk much; but then again Lily doesn't talk much in general. She’s quite scary and violent. People just tend to avoid her.

Whenever we have a sleepover there are a few games we like to play. Our sleepovers are PG-13, well it’s as PG as a group of teenagers can get. So far all we've done is play some games and drink. Not a lot (obviously) as we've got school tomorrow and turning up hungover on the first day back isn't the best idea ever. The game we're playing is truth or dare (leave the best till last), and currently it’s James’ turn.

"James Potter, I dare you to wear your mum’s underwear," Declan Finnigan said

"Dude no, that's wrong on so many levels!" James exclaimed.

"You have to do it," Declan said

"It's so sad that you're that desperate to see my mother’s underwear. You're disgusting," James replied.

"Doesn't change the fact you have to do it," Connor (Declan's twin brother) said. Declan and Connor fist bumped.

James begrudgingly got up and left the room. He had, most likely, disappeared into his mother’s room.

"And then there were eight," said Potter.

"Shut up, Potter," I snapped.

"No, you shut up," he said.

"Make me, you arse," I replied.

"Oh dear Merlin, she said arse. Ooh, my names Theodosia and I speak posh," he taunted.

"Well done Potter, ha ha, you’re so funny," I said,  "let's get on with this."

"Yeah okay, Hunter; it's your turn anyway," Potter said.

"So?” he asked “will it be truth or will it be dare?"

"Dare," I replied.

"Okay, Daisy," Dom said, "I dare you to take this bottle," she picked up an empty bottle of butter beer, “spin it and kiss whoever it land on.” she said.

"What if it lands on a girl?" Potter asked.

"Yeah what if lands on Potter?" I asked.

"You did not just insinuate that I am a girl," Potter said.

"Didn't I? You’re more feminine than me Potter," I replied.

"I'm sorry it's not my fault you're such a man," he spat.

"Can you guys just stop you before you get into an argument?" Dom said, "Daisy, you have to kiss anybody it lands on."

"You suck," I sighed, "well give me the bottle.”

Before I could even register what she was doing, she threw the bottle at me. I thrust my hands out in an attempt to catch it; but you know, there’s a reason I am a beater and not a chaser. Instead of landing in my hands, the bottle bounced out of my hands and landed on the floor in front of me, “I hate you Dom. You know I can’t catch.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever; just hurry up and spin the bottle,” she said.

I picked up the bottle and spin it. To me, it seems that the bottle spins for hours before painfully slowing down. Everyone followed the bottle intently as it turns and begins to slow down. They leaned forward eager to see who the bottle will stop at,they followed it with their eyes as it turns and began to slow down. I know who they all hope it will land on. I know who they want it to land on, they’ve been clear on the fact they think ‘we belong together’. I sometimes feel like shouting "wake up people, we aren't living in a Taylor Speedy fantasy world!” That’s not how things work.  So when the bottle finally stops, having chosen its victim, everyone smiles; everyone except Potter that is. His facial expression would be the offspring of a panic attack and a grimace. Why does Merlin hate me? Why does it have to be him?

“You have to kiss Al, Daisy,” Dom prompted, grinning

“I refuse,” I replied, “there's no way in hell that I am kissing that pig, ever.”

“If you don’t then you’ll have to forfeit and you know what that means,” she pointed out. The room goes silent, all I can hear is the sound of people breathing loudly.

The Hat was designed moments like this. When a person refuses to do his or her dare they have to pick out a dare from The Hat. The moment a person decides against committing a dare; they ‘forfeit’ and have to pick a dare from The Hat.  The Hat is exactly what it sounds like, a hat with bits of paper charmed inside  it so they don't fall out. The Hat is filled with painfully embarrassing acts that you have to do, reading a different thing on each slip of paper, sometimes you end up with a really easy forfeit, for example running up and down the Great Hall singing Taylor Speedy's latest song. (Connor had to do this in our third year.) Or it could be something like steal Filch's cat. (Fred last year).

You also have to accept any punishment that goes along with the dare. I know what you’re thinking; can’t you just refuse the dare? Well you could, but you’d be violating the sanctity of party games. It's an un-said agreement between players, you’re honour bound to do the dare. And what's a Gryffindor without their honour? The moral of that is we all have to do some crazy shit.

“I'm back,” cried a falsetto voice from the doorway. We all turn towards the door and there stands James- in all his glory, wearing his mother’s underwear on top of his jeans and shirt. He did it. I cannot believe he actually did it. That son of a Ginny. (There's no disrespecting Ginny Potter).

“So what do you think?” he asked

Fred stood up and began humming and clapping along to the stripper song. James started walking into the room strutting and sashaying his hips. Those boys are such dorks. But this isn't enough, no sir no: Connor took some notes from his wallet and started throwing them at James. Considering both his parents are wizards, I'm not sure where he got the muggle money from. "I'm making it rain," Connor cried out, dork.

“Aaand we’re moving on now that I'm  scarred for life," Potter said. James sits down and Connor and Fred stop their theatrics. They all turn back to look at me again. “It’s time for you to do your dare, Hunter,” Potter said.

Declan takes The Hat from where it’s sitting at the side and pushes it towards me. “Go ahead, Daisy,” he said smirking. So I do. I stuck my hand into The Hat and twirled it around for a while. I grabbed onto a piece of paper and pulled it out. I took my time opening it up (if I have to suffer so will they). When I opened the paper I froze and let out a groan; you have got to be kidding me. This is so stupid, these things always happen to me. "Roxanne Weasley’s choice,” I said aloud. I know what she’s going to say. Everyone knows who she’s going to say. It’s obvious. Roxy’s a big romantic.

“Well personally I would like you to kiss my cousin, in a closet for seven minutes," she said.

This isn't going well.

“Which one?” I asked, "Rose? Because I would kiss Rose,” I say, playing dumb. Obviously, I knew exactly  who she’s talking about.

“Not Rosie, my male cousin,” she said.

“What, James? Well then, come on James. Let’s go to the closet,” I said continuing the pretence; maybe she’ll let me go with James, or anybody else, anybody but him.

“Oh for crying out loud, you have to spend seven minutes in a closet with my cousin Albus,” she cried.

“I loathe you Roxanne Weasley,” I said

“I love you too; but that doesn't change a thing. You still have to go into that closet with Al."




"That does wonders for my ego," Potter remarked.


"I'm not trying to inflate your ego you douche; I really don't want to kiss you," I said.


"Do you think I want to kiss you?" he shot back.


"Why wouldn't you? I’m awesome," I said, flicking my hair back. It’s in a ponytail so I have to flick the tail backwards. Let me tell you this, it does not give the desired effect.


"And you say I have a big ego," he said.


"Look guys, I hate to interrupt this mini love fest you've got going on, but you have to do it because if you don't we get to unleash the Gods of Wrath," James said.

"That stupid nickname James, it isn't going to stick. Just stuck with JFCD."

"Shut up, it will stick," he said.

In unison,everybody said, "no it won't."

"JINXS!" I shouted. "You owe me a galleon," I said then started laughing.

"Ha ha, whatever Daisy," James said. "You and Al still have to go into that closet and make out."

"I look at Potter then, begrudgingly, got up. I tried to make a run for it. "You'll never take me alive!" I said.

James's arm shot out and stopped me. He jumped up, grabbed me by the waist, and hauled me kicking and screaming to the cupboard. He threw me in there after Potter and shut the door.

"Was that what I think it was?" I asked once I’ve righted myself

"I don't know," he said, then he turned and twisted the door knob. I wouldn’t open. Those bastards locked the door.

I stood next to him and tried to push the door open. It seems that our friends thought it would be funny to lock us in the closet.

Potter stopped twisting and banging on the door. He walked to the back of the closet. It’s quite a small closet (compared to other closets I've seen- not that I've seen many. Of course not.) I didn’t do the same.

"Let me out!" I shouted, "let me out, just let me go! I'll do anything else, anything! Please don't leave me in here," I said and I kept banging and banging, but nobody answered me. I heard a faint laugh coming from the other side of the door.

"They're not going to listen to you; stop being so dramatic," Potter said.

"They want you in here for seven minutes, so we're going to stay for seven minutes."

"They can hear us; I hear someone laughing, those bastards, and I'm sorry if I don't want to stay in a closet with you for seven minutes."

"Look I'm not happy about this either, but they aren't going to let us out till they think we've made out for seven minutes," Potter said.

I paused and thought about it. "You're right I guess."

"Wait a sec," he said, "did you just say I'm right? Oh wow. We need to take a moment to savour this, let it sink into our memories."

"Shut up, Potter; I said 'I guess'," I said.

"Whatever," he said, then we lapsed into silence.

"You know," I said after what seems like hours but was probably only a few seconds, "we can't let this go unpunished."

"Yeah, I get you. We have to get them back, but not in the way they think."

"I agree, but I have no idea what you mean by 'not like they think'. The one thing we could do is let them get a sense of security then get them." I said.

I’m thought of ways that we could prank them. I went over their conversation in my head then it hits me.

We become friends,"

"What?! I do not see that happening," Potter exclaimed.

"I mean they obviously want us to become friends, otherwise they wouldn't have put us in a closet together. So we 'make up' and become friends. Its simple."

"Why would we want to do what they expect?" he said. He’s so stupid. Sometimes I wonder how this boy manages to put his trousers on the right way.

"Nooo, we trick them into believing that we made up. Dom and Roxy will be happy; Rose and Scorp might be a little suspicious as they are our best friends. But we'll act really friendly and weird, thus resulting in them getting freaked out. They will have to think that they have won and then tomorrow on the train we’ll announce our need to plan a prank on some mutual friends of ours. We don’t mention names that way they start getting paranoid and start flinching every time we prank other people, which we will do loads of. We’ve got to make them beg for the prank. It will be slow torture and it will be exhilarating. Then, after a month or two, we pull the biggest most embarrassing prank that we can think of. MWAHAHAHAHA.” You have to add an evil cackle at the end on an evil plan.

"I like the way you think, Hunter," he said smirking.

"They don't call me a 'crazy bitch' for no reason," I replied, and then I took a bow, "Thank you Potter," I said. But seeing as this Closet doesn't have enough bowing room I end up hitting Potter with my head.

"Ow!" he said. "You just hit me; watch where you're putting that head of yours." He grabbed my bicep, “Aren't you even going to apologise?"

I winced.

"What?" he asked.

"My arm," I replied, "You’re hurting my arm."

"What? I'm not even gripping you hard." He took his hand off me and pulled up the sleeve. He gasped when he saw the purplish bluish bruise on my arm.

"What the hell happened to your arm? Because I sure as hell didn't do that," he said.

"I fell," I replied.

"You fell," he repeated after me dryly.

"Yeah," I said, "I slipped in the bathroom."

"People don't get bruises like that from falling or slipping in the bathroom," he said.

"Apparently they do,” I shot back.

"I'm not stupid who did--" I silenced him. How did I manage that, you ask? I kissed him.

Yeah, I know, I kissed him.

I know what you're thinking. What kind of crazy person kisses their nemesis to shut them up? Me apparently.

No one ever said I was smart.

AN: hey, for anyone who's read this story before, I would like to say that I didn't like the direction that the first story was going. I've kept the plot but changed the story. Sorry.
For anyone that hasn't read this before, enjoy the story.

Please leave a review after the …

TheGirlonFire xx

Edited: 29/03/2014 I want to thank Leonore for being a fantastic beta.


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