My bestfriend, My enemy

Chapter 1

So, life right? Doesn't it just suck sometimes?

Think about it, has something bad ever happened to you, and you're thinking at least it can't get worse than this, and then the universe takes that as some kind of challenge?

Well that's what happened to me.

The first bad thing happened the weekend before my life was completely ruined. I was your average year 5 student, nothing really special about me.

I had a small crush on my fellow class mate Megan, as we'd just begun understanding what 'going out' really meant.

Hahaha, bad thing number 1.

I had a crush on Megan. A female. Like me.

And my parents were very pick and choosy about the bible, like "let's ignore that Jesus never says anything about homosexuals and find the 6 passages out of 30,000 that do. Yayyy!"

How cliché is that huh?

I won't bore you with all the crap that got hurtled at me when my parents found out. Some people have it so much worse. My parents still loved me, and would rather die than raise a hand to me, but they were trying to save me from eternal damnation and the likes.

My best friend, Matthew, was the only person who understood me. When I told him I had a crush on Megan, he did that head bob thing that only children can really do and said "Me too."

See he was the best friend I could ever ask for.

When I told him what happened over the weekend he spent the rest of the day trying to cheer me up. He rarely said a thing in class, well the least out of 30 nine year olds that is, but in our lessons about the rainforest he would mimic the noises of the animals discussed, hoping it would make me laugh. And it did. As he tried to interpret what a squirrel monkey sounded like, I finally burst out laughing at the squeaky oink that fell from his mouth, which unavoidably drew the teachers attention to us. I couldn't stop laughing though as Mrs Barnes' disapproving face was funny to me.

That's when bad thing 2 happened.

As I laughed with glee the pencil on the table beside me began to shake, then rise up into the air. At first I didn't notice it but a hushed silence fell upon the classroom as my laughter continued. When I noticed it, the pencil was almost at eye level. When my eyes clocked on it, it stopped rising but held steady where it was. My grin fell from my face, and the second it did the pencil dropped back to the table, rolled a few inches and then stopped.

You could have heard a pin drop in that classroom.

And yeah, pretty much everyone knew I'd somehow done it. The timing between it and my smile was to precise to be anything but. Awkwardness made my face to flush red as I realised what I'd just done.

Still the silence grew. Then Mrs Barnes cleared her throat and turned around, with the intention of finishing the lesson.

God, I wish I could tell you that that's what happened. That we saw toucans and monkeys and learnt about leaves. I wish I could tell you that I barely learnt anything, that my life was about to continue has normal and I would live to the ripe old age of 90 without anything ever happening to me ever again.

Universe: *cracks knuckles*

A sound shot through the classroom, the sudden sound of a whip. From nowhere stepped two cloaked figures with hoods up, and terrifying silver masks blocking their faces from view. They each pulled a small piece of wood from their robes and held it up at the classroom of children. Mrs Barnes stepped in front, as if to protect us, when one shouted a guttural phrase at her, and green light shot from the end of his gun zappy thing. She collapsed on the floor in a heap. Children began screaming, crying and a mix between running to the teacher who lay on the floor and fleeing to the door. The classroom had became a cage for the panicking children as another lazily flicked his gun zappy thing at the door and suddenly it wouldn't open. Any nine year old with an imagination realised he had a wand in his hand, and magic was being used against us.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see the last scary magician staring down at me, wand to my temple. I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer, hoping desperately that the God my parents trusted in so much was real, and that he could forgive me for my feelings to Megan. The man opened his mouth and began the same two words that the other had said to Mrs Barnes. He had only gotten out the first syllable, however, before a small ball of fury aka my best friend Matthew had shoved him away from me. Even with his mask you could tell that pissed him off, Matthew stood his ground. In fact he did more of that, tackling the guy with as much force as he could. The man was already unbalanced from earlier, and tripped on a table leg. I ran to pull Matthew up, to help him, to get him out, but arms circled my waist and I couldn't move. I looked down and saw clothes, just like the masked magicians only light blue. Through my screaming and kicking my brain took note of how pretty they looked with the dark skin of the young man's hand. I was pushing and shoving at him. I looked up and saw that he could only just about be twenty, but in his eyes was steely determination and a lack of fear. Over his robes I heard him yell the same word at the first two men, and red light shooting from his wand. I began to feel a tug in my stomach, as if I was being pulled away, but in the millisecond before we were sucked away, I locked eyes with my hero, Matthew.

And I saw a jet of green light hit his back

Should I do an AN? There's not really much for me to say except hope you enjoyed reading Chapter 1 of our Harry Potter fic.

Thanks for reading - Lucy