Skyla Grace and her Little Group of Followers

****Parody Of IAmFred's story "Skyla Grace and The Marauders"*****

I know what you're thinking; How many versions of one story can you have?

The answer to this mo chairde, is 739236 and a half.

Let us begin......

Chapter One: FML

6th Year 

"Skyla, come downstairs or you'll be late," shouted my Aunt Delilah.

"Shut up you old hag, no one cares," I screamed back at her. Elders these days. "Oh and say goodbye to your brother before we go," she shouted. I huffed, stomping into my brothers room.

 I opened the door without knocking, I'm rebel. "Sup loser," I shouted at him even though he was a few meters away from me. "Sup ugly?" he retorted smugly. Hey  I grabbed his hair and pulled. 

"Say that again and I'll kick your ass worse then Fenrir Greyback did," I smirked at his shocked face. 

"I hate you," 

"Love you too. Later loser," I chanted skipping out of his room. Summer was such a bore. Me being awesome wasn't fun enough. I hated school though. At least I was popular.

I checked my mirror and smiled at my reflection. I went for shoulder length blonde hair with blue tips and my eyes were a deep green. I looked amazing. Before putting down the mirror I shouted "Sirius!"

As soon as I said his name a face appeared in the mirror. His eyes were silver and his hair was black and long. His face looked tired and weary.

"Well don't you look...spiffing," I laughed.

"Ha ha very funny. We organised to talk to each other at ten every morning why didn't you answer?!" he shouted back. Man hormonal boys and there tempers.

"It takes time to make me look this good my friend and anyway I wasn't bothered," 

"You annoy me like hell, you know that?"

"Yupp. Oh look something shiny. Gotta go. See you on the train?"

"Yeah sure, bye"

I put down the mirror smiling. Sirius was so clingy some times. Claustrophobic much?

I headed downstairs. Aunt Delilah was standing at the door, tapping her foot impatiently. "We're going to be late. It's half ten now!" she squealed.

"Then why can't we apparate there like normal witches and wizards. Magic ever heard of it? It's pretty cool. Muggles don't know it exists," I replied mockingly.

She sighed looking at her watch and grudgingly grabbed my arm and cases. I felt a squeezing feeling and when I opened my eyes, we were on the road and facing us was King's Cross station. 

I ran across the road, grabbing my cases. I looked back to see a confused Aunt Delilah standing in the middle of the road, cars beeping wildly at her. She never learned.

I morphed my appearance to long black wavy hair and continued on into the station. I found a trolley and piled my cases onto it. The station was busy as always and it was hard not to be pushed and shoved by passer-bys.

I found platforms nine and ten easily and came up to the barrier for platform 9 3/4. I pushed the trolley and ran through the barrier, not looking for any Muggles who may have been watching. Ah well, if they had seen me, they can just go to therapy to discuss their strange observations.