⸻⸻⸻DANCED WITH THE DEVIL AND FORGOT MY NAME
Salena Potter was the niece of James Potter, and just as he was, she was a hurricane bottled in the body of a young girl. With Harry by her side, Hogwarts was sure to drown by the amount of chaos they woul...
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A/N: Salena is based off of me, and her vocabulary is very similar to mine. Which basically means that she speaks in a mix of Hindi and English, and maybe some Punjabi. The translations to what she speaks in her native tongue are given at the end of the paragraph, underlined. What she speaks in her native language are written in italics, but don't confuse them with her talk with her conscience.
PLANNING A PRANK on Fred and George Weasley seemed simpler than they expected.
Salena had become quick friends with Rowena — the contrast between them being one of ice and fire, of day and night. Rowena was not very witty unless her anger had been triggered by the actions of some insolent ( ahem ) and Salena was not very shy about her views. Rowena was an over-achiever, while Sal cried over any assignment the night before it was due. Salena fell for boys like leaves in autumn, while Rowena kept her heart guarded away as if it were a prisoner in Azkaban.
Ollie, who refused to tell them his actual name, had surprisingly got on quite well with him, despite his aura being one of a depressed teen boy who wandered on the streets all day long.
"Oh, for the last time, Sal! Stop bumping into things, you'll alert someone."
Ollie also had a very short temper. It was concerning, perhaps, since he was only thirteen.
"Oh, alright, how many times do you want me to apologize?"
"I don't want you to apologize, I don't want you to say anything."
Ollie sighed, stopping in front of the Gryffindor common room.
"Now, if you both get caught, — because I know I wouldn't be,— I want you to know that Ollie was asleep while Fred and George had their red robes turned pink, alright?"
"Cocky, are we?" Rowena rolled her eyes, being a lot more cranky now that she was sleepy.
"Just get us in." Salena sighed, Rowena leaning against her shoulder.
"Cover your ears then."
Rowena and Salena shared a glance and then glared at him with an 'are you serious?' look.
What were they going to do with the password to the Gryffindor room anyway? Get some nuclear codes?
"I won't be the rat." Ollie crossed his arms, the crack in his voice making it difficult for them to take him as seriously as he hoped to be. "Cover your ears, or you don't get in. And one of the prefects is going to come around soon, so I suggest you hurry."
Rolling their eyes, they covered their ears, backs leaning against the cool, stone wall beside the Fat Lady's Portrait.
Salena blocked out whatever it was that Ollie mumbled to the portrait, then groaned when he pulled them in the common room.
