Chapter Four - So It Begins

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Hello beautiful readers!! As I've stated in the Story Description this follows both the films and books, with my own twist, otherwise it wouldn't be a Fanfiction.

I do hope you're enjoying this, as I've said it's been years since I've done something and I am hoping that I haven't completely lost my writing skills.

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Aurora -
I woke up to the sun shining in my face, even though the Hufflepuff Common Room was underground, we did actually in fact have windows and an extraordinary view of a small meadow with grass and dandelions, not to mention a few other plants, well, we do excel in Herbology and Professor Sprout is our Head of House and Herbology. Also, the section where our meadow was, noone could get too since it was surrounded by water from the Lake.

I groaned and turned over, only to see Octavia getting dressed. "Morning" she said extremely happily. I looked at her "Morning, how are you so happy?" I asked as I sat up and scratched my scalp as I yawned, my messy and tuggy lilac hair falling in all different directions. She smiled "I'm just happy to start a new year" she said. I hummed then remembered "Or are you happy to see a certain Ravenclaw Beater?" I asked her with a cheeky smile as I wiggled my eyebrows. I saw her go red "N...no... possibly, oh shut up and get dressed" she stuttered as she stood up and left. I chuckled as I got up and began to pull my uniform together. Stretching out my muscles I looked down seeing Raven fast asleep in her basket next to the foot of my bed.

Once I was dressed, I made my bed, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth in the adjacent bathroom before I walked into to the Common Room. I heard a few First Years whispering "No you ask her" "No, you, I'm too scared" I heard. "If neither of you are going to ask her, I'll just ask for you! Oi Rory, why do you have purple hair!?" Oliver spoke loudly.

I sighed and walked over, the First Years looked scared, either of me or the fact Oliver outed their topic of discussion. "I'm not scary, don't worry, I have lilac..." I emphasised looking at Oliver before looking back down and crouching to meet the youngsters "...hair, because I'm a Metamorphmagus" I said. "What's that?" The young boy asked as the young girl reached out to play with a stand of hair that had fallen from my messy ponytail. "I was born this way, it's a rare magical ability which means I can do this..." I spoke before concentrating on changing my hair colour multiple times, I could control my magical abilities but my mood could aswell.

I changed my hair from red to green, yellow to blue, purple to black and everything inbetween before landing back on lilac. "Wow" the little girl spoke in amazement. I chuckled and smiled. "Anything else you can do?" The little boy asked. "She can change almost anything about herself" Lyra spoke from Nate's back as he walked them to the sofas before dropping her.

"Like what?" The boy asked. I smiled and changed my ears into cat like ones, to a dogs before wiggling my nose and changing it to a dogs muzzle and nose, then a ducks beak before changing them back to normal again. "Wicked!" they both said in unison. I chuckled as I stood back up. "I know a set of twins who say that a lot" I said "We're twins aswell" the little girl confessed before I was ambushed by Melba.

"We're late! I'm coming Georgie!" She yelled as she ran for the door. I rolled my eyes and chuckled before grabbing my bag and following after her, "He can't hear you, you idiot" I called after her, but she was sprinting down the corridor, taking a sharp left before she ran full speed past the Kitchens. I just sighed. She was like The Twins, tall with red hair, so she too had a fiery personality, but she had a heart of gold.

Up in the Great Hall there were those just starting to have breakfast, those finishing and those looking over their timetables for the term. Melba had to go to the bathroom, I told her she should have gone before leaving the Basement, but she said she didn't need at the time and blamed the running.

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