The House on the Bay

FRIST CHAPTER (okay not really)

OI, DarkSkull here. It's finally time! I've decided to go ahead and start the story. I will be introducing our last couple of characters later on in the story. If you don't agree with my path of action, then I do have a few solutions.

1. Sucks. Deal with it.

2. COMMENT

3. I would say stop voting, but....

It was actually me voting the entire time.....

DON'T YOU DARE LOOK DOWN ON ME!!!!!!

4. No. Seriously. Please vote, or star, or whatever it's called. I would really appreciate it.

5. Please refer to option number 1.

So without further ado.... ON TO THE STORY!!!!!!
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The Hogwarts Express raced down the tracks, leaving a red brick tunnel. The wind teasingly tugged the billowing smoke that escaped its long smoke stack. The green, rolling hills of the British countryside continued on as the landscape slowly bled into the familiar thickening forests and mountainsides that surrounded Hogwarts. Here within the racing train laid one of our familiar heroine's, Karen. Karen laid in one of the train compartments' vast seats, not at all caring that she took up the whole left row. Her cloak was draped loosely around her. Her left arm pillowed under her head with her right arm dangling haphazardly off the side as she snored lightly. Her eyes were tightly closed, taking a long and much needed rest. She hadn't slept this well for months. First off, she lacked her more common nightmares, the grabbing hands, the faceless figures, and the vicious shouts of '"Demon!." Being magical wasn't always that magical as she had experienced. Muggles were not always kind to her as years ago, her unknown power and magical misfires had produced a lot of conflict in her early years before her 11th birthday. Instead, she now dreamed of echoing laughter within Hogwarts hallways with friends, flying on her broomstick, winning the house cup, and every magic filled moment that made her smile over the past six years

Suddenly, she was ripped out of her lovely dreams by a sharp thwap on her nose. A small, pebble like object had struck her and Karen scrunched her nose angrily, snarling as she flailed her right arm in a half-hearted attempt to strike whoever had dared to wake her up. After feeling nothing, she groaned and let her arm fall defeated to the floor. Several seconds later she felt another pebble strike her forehead as a cute little giggle echoed in the quiet of her compartment. Karen sat up groggily, still half-asleep. "Who...?" she questioned, trying to complete her inquiry before suddenly another pebble object hit her on the cheek. "HEY!" Karen shouted, red faced and angry. Her eyes flashed with an angry light as she was now fully awakened. "WHOEVER IS DOING THAT," she started before breaking off suddenly. She looked at the person before her, stunned for a moment, before a grin formed on her face, stretching from ear to ear. "MINA!" Karen cried, wrapping her arms around her close friend. Mina chuckled a little at her friend eagerness, "Okay! Okay. You don't have to tackle me!"

Mina Urgenturf was the nicest, most genuine person in all of Hogwarts, and she was Karen's best friend. In fact, she was Karen's only friend until around her second year. Lauren was about as tall as Karen, with bright blonde hair and emerald green eyes that sparkled merrily when exposed to any kind of light. She was a prefect this year and was extremely proud of it, in her own humble, quiet way. Meghan had always been an A student in every subject. This made Karen somewhat jealous at times, even though her own grades weren't that terrible. She knew her pride was the problem and always made sure to shrug it off. Everybody loved Mina and she had no enemies whatsoever. Not that any enemies would ever exist to harm Meghan, if Karen had anything to do about it. Even some of the creeps in Slytherin didn't mind her, and Karen should know; she had to deal with that lot of idiots on a daily basis.

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Karen: Stupid sorting hat...putting me in Slytherin....*grumbles angrily*