((I used to write these when I was younger. All I can say is they're really annoying.))
I ran down the school hallway, bumping into people and running through ghosts to get to the courtyard. I was causing a lot of mayhem and general destruction, yet everyone just smiled and laughed, because everyone liked me.
"Fred! George!" I ran into Fred's arms, and leant over to kiss George on the cheek. They're kind of my boyfriends, even though I have an undying crush on my brothers best friend, Ron Weasly.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Harriet Potter. And don't ask me why my name is the genderbent version of Harry's name. I don't know why.
"How's it going Harriet?" George grinned.
"Good. Just going to charms."
"Okay, have fun!" Shrek said.
I skipped off down the corridor, wondering how I had so many friends. Well, I thought, it must be because of all my talents. I'm a werewolf, part-veela, oracle, parcelmouth, animal tongue, and shape-shifter.
"Harriet." Hermione stopped me in my tracks.
"Hermione!" I smiled, leaning in for a hug.
She pushed me away. She was frowning.
"Why do you hate me so much?" I burst into tears and collapsed on the floor, whilst still looking fabulous.
"I don't hate you, Harriet."
I continued to cry, Disney-princess-style.
"Then why are you always being so mean to me?" I moaned.
"I'm not- you're... Uh, you're making a bit of a spectacle." Hermione said.
I looked around. All the students had stopped in their tracks.
"Why did you push away my hug?" I said through choked sobs.
"Because, to be honest, I don't really like you."
I jumped up and stared her straight in the eyes.
"I get it. You like Ron and you're jealous of me!" I shrieked. "I'll show you!"
I ran down the hallway and found Ron, then kissed him as hard as I could. The last thing I saw was Hermione's envious face, and then I blacked out.
(Because tbh there are like 3,000 Fanfics that end with the main characters blacking out.)
