"Hey, Harry!" Seamus yells my name across the Great Hall. I turn over my shoulder and sit beside him, "What's up, Seamus?"
"Have you heard that Sirius Black's been sighted?"
"Where?" I lower my voice, carefully dropping my utensils, crossing my arms over my chest. Seamus grabs the Daily Prophet and hands it to me, "Not too far from here. A muggle saw him. 'Course, she didn't really understand. Muggles think he's just an ordinary criminal, don't they?"
"I don't think the "Muggles" would think of Sirius as just an ordinary criminal. He murdered twelve of them. Practically a serial killer at that point." Jamie butts in, rolls her eyes and sits on my right.
"Anyway," Seamus hesitates, sensing the tension between Jamie and I, "the Muggle phoned the telephone hotline. By the time the Ministry got there, he was gone!"
"Not too far from here?..." Ron ponders, "What, Malfoy?" He calls out, "Need something else skinned?"
"Skinned, what?" Jamie stares at me, hoping to answer her inquiry, "I'm not talking to you, Jamie." I roll my eyes and ignore her by continuing to eat the food on my plate.
"Thinking of trying to catch Black with your faggot of a sister, Potter?" Malfoy sneers.
"Faggot of a sister-?" I question, as I was now the one hoping for her to answer my inquiry. My eyes roamed to her hands which were balled up into fists. Her hazel brown eyes sending daggers to Malfoy. I even swear that those eyes turned crimson red for a quick second.
"You're not talking to me, right, Harry?" Jamie sends a fake smile and clutches her school bag, leaving the Hall.
"Awe," Malfoy pouts playfully, "Is faggot going to cry now?"
"Shut the fuck up, blonde barbie." Jamie turns around and holds a glass of iced pumpkin juice onto her hand. The next thing me, and everybody knew, Jamie dumped the juice onto Malfoy's platinum blonde hair, his uniform now soaked wet.
"DETENTION, MISS POTTER!" Professor Snape booms at the end of the room. Jamie smiles and flips off Malfoy and Snape at the same time, earning herself two weeks' detention and losing fifty points from Slytherin.
She leaves the Great Hall, the doors closing behind her.
"Wow, she's definitely the first one to stand up to Snape like that." Dean mutters, playing with his dessert.
"You should check up on her, Harry." Hermione ordered. I hesitated, but I didn't want to see her get mad–it's terrifying. So I got out and strolled towards the dungeons. Why can't I still get over the fact that Jamie is in Slytherin?
I turn to my right and see Jamie whipping out the similar device that she showed me; to tell me that she had murdered someone. Black earphones were placed onto her ears, preventing her from hearing me. I tap her shoulder.
"Putangina!" She shrieked and shoved the black earphones onto her school bag, "The fuck is your problem, you stalker?"
"I just came to check up on you! Is that wrong?" I raise my voice, tears slowly flowing through my eyes.
"What's wrong is that you left me! Me! Your only living relative who doesn't want you dead!" Tears flowed through her eyes as well.
"And I'm sorry for that." I mutter, looking down at my school shoes and looking up to her. Jamie's breathing hitched, "Yeah. You should be sorry!"
I hug her tightly as she hugs back, "If you leave my side again, Harry, I will murder you, just like how I murdered Bennett." She giggles. I hesitantly scoff and reply,
"I'll always be by your side, Jamie...If you stop joking about murdering someone..."
"Alright." She smiles brightly, "We've got DADA with Lupin."
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"Hey, I'll catch up to you later, Harry." I waved goodbye to him as soon as I saw Malfoy and his two henchmen walking around the corridors.
"I'll see you in the classroom, then." Harry questions. I turn around and give him a thumbs up as I rush over to the blonde and push him backwards by the chest,
"Why'd you say that, huh? What's your problem with me? Come on! Answer me, you little bitch!" My blood boils. All I wanted to do was cry in the bathroom but I have to stay strong, for myself.
"Feisty today are we, Jamie "the dyke" Potter?" Malfoy sneers. His henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle laugh.
"That's rich–acting all high and mighty, having "protection". You're such an asshole Draco "the blonde ferret" Malfoy."
"Don't go saying things that you'll regret, Potter." He draws nearer and nearer to me. My hazel brown eyes widen and my face heats up due to the minimal space between us, "Cat got your tongue now?" I scoff and look up at him up and down, "As if, Malfoy." Two can definitely play this game. My left hand roams to his right cheek.
His ice grey eyes widened in surprise, and his cheeks were redder than my hair. I lean nearer and nearer. He closed his eyes, getting ready to put his lips over mine.
Just about his lips were four inches away from mine, I put my right hand over his mouth and laughed genuinely. Like in a very loud, very ugly laugh. But I did it heartily, so that's good?
"What now?" I mock, he was now in a silent state, "Cat got your tongue, Malfoy?" I grin and poke his cheek.
"Shut up, you filthy dyke."
"Aw, stop it, babe. Your homophobia is showing." I taunt, "But in all seriousness, stop with the homophobia. Can't even stand to look at you with your arrogance."
Insulting one's true self when you've got nothing new to insult about is fucking sick. But I won't let Malfoy get under my skin. I have more important things to do.
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The Girl Who Lived; New Life, New Shit (revamp of the revamp?)
FantasyShe can't remember anything, and now she has to blindly trust a stranger while looking for clues as to how she can remember even an ounce of her memory. Will this quest to regain her memory change the lives of those around her? And how will it chang...
