Chapter 1 : Once Upon A Time...
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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 really sick. Not straight after but very soon after. Even during the Queens sickness the family was very happy, as they loved each other very very much.
Years later, on a day that the Queen was at her worst, she passed away leaving the King and their little girl alone.
After the Queens 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 the fair maidens lined up for a chance at the King. It took months and many banquets for the King to find the women for him. In the end he chose a widowed single mother with two little girls, Lady Veronica Tremain.
The little girl 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 Queens daughters looked good. The Queen would use everything in her power to make everyone angry at Daisy and make everyone hate her.
Then on her ninth Christmas, her father died leaving everything, including Daisy, to Lady Tremain.
I would like to say that the wicked Queen was defeated, Daisy's Prince Charming saves 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're only wicked stepmothers; evil step-sisters and mortal enemies in the form of teenage boys.
But we'll get onto that later. Before we begin and tread further into my story, let me introduce myself. My name is Theodosia Hunter III. Yeah don't laugh. I'm name 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.
Let me set the scene; it's the last day of the summer holidays and I'm at the Potter Manor. Yes I said manor. They are filthy rich. 'Nuff said. I'm in the den (yes they have a den) and I'm about to have a sleepover with some of my closest friends and Potter.
Are you jealous yet? You should be.
If 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 sleepover then you'd be, correct. This sleepover is exactly like that but with teenage boys being included and horror or action movies instead of Rom-Coms. It makes things more interesting, only slightly more interesting.
The origin of the sleepover is, kind of, typical Wotter. You see, in our second year 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, he then went and invited himself and James. (They came with toilet paper. I won’t say what they did with it because we don’t talk about it). James then went on and invited Conner and Declan. Potter and Scorpius wanted to crash 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. That's just because I'd rather avoid the awkward introduction and explanations.
Around me sit all the usual people, Rose, Dominique, Roxanne, Fred, James, Conner, Declan, Scorpius and that bastard Potter.
This year’s sleepover is being held at the Potters; much to my discomfort. If you haven't got it yet, the middle Potter and I don't get on, at all! Not once in the time that we’ve known each other has he shown any redeeming qualities. He's an arrogant, self-righteous, vein centred bastard. The only 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 greenest eyes ever. 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 he gets them). 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 loosely, all the girls in our year excluding me and his family of course.
The rest if the Potters are O.K. James is actually one of my closest friends. Lily and I don't really talk much; but then again Lily doesn't talk much in general. She’s quiet scary and violent. People just tend to avoid her.
Whenever we have a sleepover there's 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 hangover isn't the best idea ever. The game we're playing now is truth or dare (leave the nest till last) and its James turn.
"James Potter, I dare you to wear your mums underwear." Declan 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." Conner, Declan's twin brother, said. Then Declan and Conner fist bumped. James then
disappeared and, most likely, went into his mother’s room.
"And then there were eight." Potter said.
"Shut up Potter."
"No, you shut up."
"Make me you arse."
"Oh dear Merlin, she said arse. Ooh my names Theodosia and I speak posh." he said. You could feel the sarcasm in his voice.
"Well done Potter, Ha ha you’re so funny." I said sarcastically. "Let's get on with this."
"Yeah, Hunter it's your turn anyway." Potter said.
"So?” he asked “Will it be truth or will it be dare?" He asked.
"Dare, duh you idiot." I replied.
"Ok, 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?" Conner asked.
"Yeah what if lands on Potter?"
"You did not just insinuate that I am a girl." Potter said.
"I think I did. You’re more feminine than me Potter." I replied.
"I'm sorry it's not my fault you're such a man."
"Can you just stop you before you get into an argument?" Dom said. Then she said "Daisy, you have to kiss anybody it lands on."
"You suck." I said. "Well give me the bottle.” I said. Before my mind could even register what she was doing, she throws the bottle at me. I throw my hands out in 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 of my hands and landed on the floor in front of me. “I really hate you Dom. You know I can’t catch.”
“Yeah yeah; whatever just hurry up and spin the bottle.”
I picked up the bottle and spun it. To me, it had seemed that the bottle spun for hours before painfully slowing down. Everyone watched the bottle with anxious eyes; they all wanted to see who I was going to have to kiss.
Although, I knew who the all hoped it would land on. I knew this because they we’re clear on the fact they thought ‘we belong together’. It's like wake up people we aren’t living in a Taylor Speedy fantasy world. So when the bottle finally stopped, having chosen its victim, there were smiles on nearly everyone’s face; everyone except Potter that is. His facial expression would be the offspring produced is a horrific facial expression and a grimace reproduced. Yes that right, I have to kiss Albus Potter. I guess Merlin really hates me.
“You have to kiss Al, Daisy.” Dom said.
“I refuse.” I reply. “There is no way in hell that I am kissing Albus Severus Potter, ever.”
“If you don’t then you’ll have to forfeit. If you choose this option then you’ll have to pick a dare from The Hat.” The room went silent. You could hear people breathing loudly, their hearts beating. You want to know why? Well I’ll tell you.
The Hat was designed moments like this. When a person refused to do his or her dare they had to pick out a dare from The Hat.
The Hat is filled with painfully embarrassing acts that you have to do. It can be as easy as flash a stranger/student/professor to walking through the great hall naked, for the entire lunch hour. You also have to accept any punishment that goes along with each dare. I know what you’re thinking; can’t you just refuse to 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 anyway what’s a Gryffindor without his/her honour and integrity. Anyway the moral of that story is we all have to do some crazy shit.
“I’m back.” said a falsetto voice in the door way. We all turned towards the door and there stood 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.
“So what do you think?” he asked, this resulted in Fred humming and clapping along to the stripper song. This made James walk into the room whilst strutting and hip swishing. Those boys are such show offs. But this wasn’t enough, no sir not enough. Conner took some notes from his wallet and started throwing them at James. “I’m making it rain.” He cried out.
“Aaand we’re moving on now.” Potter said. James sat down and Conner and Fred stopped their theatrics. Everyone had returned to looking at me again, “It’s time for you to do your dare Hunter.”
Declan took The Hat from where it was sitting at the side and pushed it towards me. “Go, a head Hunter.” Potter said smirking. So I did. I stuck my hand into The Hat and twirled it around for a while. I finally grabbed 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. Then let out a groan you have got to be kidding me. This is so stupid, why does it always happen to me. "Roxanne Weasley’s choice.” I knew she was going to say. Everyone knew who she was going to say. It was obvious. Roxy’s a big romantic.
“Well personally I would like you to kiss my cousin, in a closet for seven minutes.”
This isn’t going well.
“Which one?” I asked. “Rose? Because I would kiss Rose.” I asked paying dumb.
“Not Rosie, my male cousin.”
“What James? Well then, come on James. Let’s go to the closet.” I said continuing my 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 Severus Potter.” She cried.
“I loathe you Roxanne Weasley.” I said
“I love you too; well then of you go then, of to the closet with you both.”
"NO! NO! NEVER!" I shouted. "I WILL NEVER EVER, EVER GO INTO THAT CLOSET!"
"That does wander for my ego." he said sarcastically.
"I'm not trying to inflate your ego you douche; I really don't want to kiss you." I asked.
"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 was in a ponytail so I had 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 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."
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 looked at Potter then, begrudgingly, got up. He stood up after me. We had no choice but to walk into that closet. The second we got in there the door shut behind us. I turned around to face Potter who, walked in behind me, then I heard the lock click.
"Was that what I think it was?" I asked.
"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's seems that our friends thought it would be funny to lock us in the closet.
It's not funny at all.
Potter stopped twisting and banging on the door. He walked to the back of the closet. It was quite a small closet (compared to other closets I've seen- not that I've seen many. Of course not. I didn't though.
"Let me out!" I shouted. I kept banging and banging, but nobody answered me. I heard a feint laugh coming from the other side of the door.
"They're not going to listen to you." 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 and I'm sorry if I don't want to stay in a closet with you for seven minutes."
"Look yeah, they aren't going to let us out till they think we've made out for seven minutes."
I thought about it. "Your right I guess."
"Wait a sec." he said. "Did you just say I'm right? Oh wow. We need to savour this moment into let in 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 seemed like hours, but probably only was a few seconds. "We can't let this go in punished."
"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'. They only other thing we could do is let them get a sense of security then get them." I said.
I was thinking of ways to prank them. I went over their conversation in my head then it hit 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. It' 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 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.
Then, after a month or two, we pull the biggest most embarrassing prank that we can think of and knowing us it will be pretty embarrassing and it will be the perfect revenge. MWAHAHAHAAHA” you have to add an evil cackle at the end on an evil plan.
"Like the way you think Hunter." He said.
"They don't call me a crazy psychotic bitch for no reason." I reply, and then I took a bow. "Thank you Potter." I said. But seeing as this Closet doesn't have enough bowing room I ended 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. "Well aren't you even going to apologize?"
"What?" he asked.
"My arm." I reply. "You’re hurting my arm."
"What I'm not even gripping you hard." he took his hand of 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."
"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 you ask? Well I kissed him.
Yeah I know I'm not really smart.
Who kisses the boy they hate to make them to shut up? Me apparently.
I really am stupid!
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.
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