Chapter 1 : Beginnings
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Hello there! This is my first ever fan fiction. I haven’t read very many so far, but I hope Hit or Miss doesn’t resemble someone else’s too much. I would feel really sucky if someone thought I was trying to steal their story. Actually, I almost didn’t post this because of that very reason. Anyway, enough of me blabbering on and on. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- If you recognize it, it definintly is not mine. Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling, as do most of the characters in this chapter, excepting Clio, that is.
Oh, and I apologize in advance for any copying/pasting errors. I’m still learning.
“And then he just walks off. Just like that!” I sat up, pushing my hair out of my eyes groggily. I had just fallen asleep, and Lily decides to start talking about Potter Incident Number Seven again. And by seven, I mean the seventh time this week. Yeah, it’s gotten that bad.
“Lily, I know he’s a complete moron. You know he’s a complete moron. Why are we still obsessing over this?”
Ok, even though I can’t stand Potter and his little friends, I have to say; it’s somewhat sweet how he only has eyes for Lily. Seriously, he has half the girls in Hogwarts fawning over him, yet he doesn’t acknowledge a single one of them. That’s devotion for you.
“Clio. It was humiliating. He stood up on the table, and announced that he was in love with me. Merlin, he’s the reason I can’t ever get a date!” Lily sighed in frustration, and flopped back on her bed.
Now, normally Lily wouldn’t be this upset, but, this is PMS-Lily. Totally different person. Totally different way of dealing with a situation like this. Most of the time, I go and hide in the Forbidden Forest when something like this comes up. All of the creatures, even the nastier ones, respect me out of pure terror.
“Hey, you know what we need? Chocolate ice cream. And vanilla ice cream. And mint-“
“I’ll go down to the kitchens in a minute.”
“Oh, excuse me. I meant to say, Clio, get down to the kitchens and get me some ice cream. Now.”
And that’s how I ended up on a quest for ice cream at three-o-clock in the morning.
“Do my eyes deceive me? Or are the four Marauders trying to sneak into the Slytherin common room?” I stepped out of the shadows just as Black whipped around to face me. Peter jumped about ten feet in the air, Potter began beating his head against the wall, and Lupin sighed, taking a seat on the stone floor. He probably knew how long this would go on for, and I bet he’s feeling just as good as I am.
Which is not very well, by the way.
“You should know. You’ve probably slept with most of them,” Black sneered moving away from the common room door.
“Only one,” I said raising my eyebrows while managing to maintain a somewhat innocent look.
Black’s scowl deepened. He’s never liked the fact that I’m eventually supposed to grow up and marry his little brother.
I’ve actually never slept with Regulus, or anyone else for that matter, I just say it to get under Black’s skin.
He’s said worse things to me.
“Whore.” For a second, the look of contempt slid off his face, and was replaced with a look of confusion, “Ahh. I got you there, didn’t I? Oh, come on, everyone knows you hop beds faster than anyone else here. You’ve probably slept with half of the fifth years and up. Except now, the rest of us are too smart to go for your till-dawn-do-we-part relationships.”
“At least I know who both my parents are,” he snorted, and then launched into a sloppy imitation of my voice, “Ahh. I got you there didn’t I? Oh, come on, everyone knows you’re the illegitimate child of your mom and some bastard. Hell, there’s speculation that he wasn’t even a pureblood. And we all know how much your kind values blood status.”
How can he-? If he knows about that secret, how long is it until he finds out the other, more dangerous, secrets woven deeply into my past?
No. Not possible. He can’t know. He won’t ever know. Because no one would ever risk being so…so negligent as to let anything that would ever even hint at the actual truth slip. No one in my family.
But the look he’s giving me. Smug. As if he does know. Which is impossible. But, still.
I felt my face harden into ice. On the outside, I was perfectly composed, jaw set in open defiance. But my heart was beating frantically, and I had to clench my hands into tight fists to keep them from trembling.
I didn’t want to let it show that Black’s words had shaken me up quite a bit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Potter staring wide-eyed at Black. If even Potter thinks he’s out of line, than he really is. Lupin opened his mouth, almost like he was going to say something, but then closed it again.
He really does look sick. Sure, I would, too, if it wasn’t for my extensive knowledge of make-up and hair charms. Lily has been a real help.
“You know, Caverly, people talk. Especially drunk old hags who have nothing better to do with their lives than to gossip about other purebloods.”
Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward, and hit him. Hard. Not some girly bitch-slap, an actual, full-on sucker punch.
While he was still processing what had just happened, I elbowed him in the stomach, and used my foot to sweep out his legs from under him at the same time.
He was laying on the floor, staring up at me in shock, holding the left side of his face where I had punched him.
I walked over him, making sure to stomp on his stomach as I did so. I continued down to corridor, waiting until I turned the corner before I started running.
I really could have handled the situation easily without letting my emotions get away from me, if everything Black said hadn’t been spot on, one hundred percent completely correct.
Running into the dorm we share without the ice cream, instead sporting a busted hand and a pair of wild eyes, probably tipped Lily off that something wasn’t right.
“Clio,” She said gently, “tell me what happened.”
And so I did. Starting from the beginning. I told her how my mother had an affair, and I was the product. I explained that the only reason my mother kept me was because it was a punishment from her husband. And he only kept me to remind my mother of what she had done.
I didn’t tell her that my biological father is my uncle, or what else my adopted father (I use that term very loosely) did to me to make it worse for my mother. Really, it’s his fault that I am what I am.
“But, I don’t understand. Clio, why would your mother marry him if she loved someone else?”
I laughed bitterly, “Lily, purebloods don’t marry for love. We marry for wealth, continuing the bloodline, and property. Not for whatever we deem worthy of love.”
Lily frowns at my choice of words, and then a look passes across her face, almost as if she’s debating whether or not to reply. She settles on staring at me thoughtfully.
I cross the room to the window, and pull the curtain. The sun is already rising. I’ve been talking with Lily for longer than I thought. There’s no way I’m going to make it through the day without sleep in my current state of health.
“It’s probably no use going to-” I look over, and Lily’s already asleep, stretched out on my four-poster, “bed now.”
I sighed. One of the only pros to my…condition, is that Lily and I get an entire dorm to ourselves. People would get suspicious if I didn’t sleep in my dorm a few nights every month around the same time. I’m not known to go out for an entire night.
I sighed again, and curled up on Lily’s bed.
The next day, I was determined to show those gits that they hadn’t bothered me. So, I got up, and actually made an effort.
I showered, dried my hair with a heat charm, and put on just enough make up so that I went slightly over the border of natural vs. unnatural beauty.
By the time I was ready to go down to breakfast, my hair shimmered in perfect strawberry-blonde waves down to my hips. My bright, almost unnaturally large, cobalt blue eyes were clear and framed by a thin layer of black eyeliner. I wasn’t wearing the required school uniform (as usual) and instead opted for skin tight black jeans, and a matching tight black sweater. I pulled on the outermost layer of my school robes. And of course, I smelled wonderful.
I looked heart-breakingly beautiful. As usual.
No wonder the bitches of Hogwarts hate me.
I glided into the great hall, walking side-by-side with Lily. (She always complains, jokingly of course, about how anyone walking beside me will look like a drunk and ditsy idiot.)
Regulus caught my eye, and waved me over to where he was sitting at the Slytherin table with my sister, brother, and the rest of their friends.
I looked over at Lily, slightly worried, but she smiled, telling me with her eyes that it was ok. That’s one of the best things about Lily. She’s sensible enough not to be jealous of me, and she understands that sometimes, I just have to go and interact with my family, even though I don’t particularly like it.
Other people aren’t so understanding.
I walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down in between Regulus and Avery. Just as I expected, as soon as I sat down, Avery’s hand slid under the table, stopping to rest on my thigh. I gritted my teeth. Everyone knows I’m Regulus’ girl (I’m technically not of that opinion. Actually, I’m more likely to hex anyone who even suggests that I, Clio Caverly, belong to someone else) But that doesn’t stop some of them from trying anyway.
I shifted closer to Reg, almost sitting on top of him, and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and pressed his lips to the top of my head, eyeing Avery the whole time.
Even though Regulus is a year or two younger than some of us, no one would directly mess with him. He’s been known to hold his own in fist-fights, and in duels. But he’s not cruel. Not like Bellatrix, or Avery, or even my own siblings, Boris and Blythe.
Time always seems to go slower when I’m supposed to laugh at every Mud-Blood and blood traitor joke that one of them makes, but eventually, breakfast was almost over.
I stood up, leaning down to kiss Regulus. My hair fell over my shoulder, creating a curtain between us and Sirius, who was now glaring daggers at me from the Gryffindor table. There was a large bruise on the left side of his face. I tried hard not to grin in satisfaction.
“Later tonight? Our spot?” he barely whispered into my ear. I answered him with another kiss before turning, offering Sirius a sickly sweet smile, and walking out the door.
Well, there it is. My first attempt at a fan fiction. If you’ve got the time, please stop by and leave me a review. Good or bad, it would mean a lot to me. Thanks for reading, and hopefully, leaving a review.
Oh, wait. Before I forget, does anyone know where I might find someone to make a banner for this story? I don't think it would look very good if I tried to make it myself......
Till next time,
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