Nothing is as it Seems

Chapter 1

        My first lie was when I was eleven, on the Hogwarts Express. I was ashamed of myself, who I was, my heritage. Catherine Huntington, is what the few people who know me call me, but my family and I know better, know the truth. Now, I've turned seventeen, and I know better, but these lies are too big... There's no turning back now.

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        "Catherine! Stop sleeping! We'll be late!" Harlow Scamander hit me with her pillow. She had long, dirty blonde hair that she kept in braids, with a bit of hair slightly covering one of her eyes, that were light blue . She was born by Rolf and Luna Scamander, and has been with me since day one of going to Hogwarts. We were both immediate Slytherins, as I expected. 

        "Geez. I'm up," I groaned and got out of bed. "But we both know it's only so you can pass Fay in the halls to talk to her, instead of staring, like you always do."

        Harlow blushed. Fayre Granger-Weasley had long, wavy, red locks and blue eyes, like her father. She had looked nothing like her mother, Hermione, but more like her aunt, Ginny. She always hung out with Miss Perfect, Mara Malfoy.

        Surprisingly, Mara isn't bad, evil or a death eater. Unlike most other Malfoys, she was smart, kind, and popular. All O's on O.W.L's, teacher's pet in every class, and willing to help any student who is falling behind. She roamed the school with her platinum blonde, 'messy' pigtails and bright, emerald-like eyes. She happened to be in Gryffindor, along with Fay, her best friend. You'd be able to spot her, with everyone crowding around her. 

        The picture you see above, is me. I'm plain, boring, terrible at everything, and no where near being popular. If you don't believe me, you should see me in classes, where I get a lot of D's. Anywho, I got ready and followed Harlow to the Great Hall for breakfast, to just watch her staring at Fay, who was, as always, talking to Mara. Harlow and I had double potions, charms, D.A.D.A( or defense against the dark arts), and herbology. I gulped down breakfast quickly, before going to double potions. 

        "So class! We shall be making a Forgetfulness Potion, the instructions are on the board, and you shall have an hour thirty. Begin!" Horace Slughorn yelled. I ran to grab the ingredients, returned to my cauldron and began mixing. Seconds after finishing, the timer had gone off, and I thought my potion was actually decent for once. Key word: THOUGHT. My potion turned up blue, instead of the color it should be, red. I didn't want my professor to see my terrible potion, but I had to, knowing my parents wouldn't be surprised with another D.

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        After dealing with boring, old classes I speed-walked back to my common room to talk to Harlow, so she could talk about her day, that was always more entertaining than mine. Once I finally reached the dungeons, I realized I had to walk back. Why?  You might be wondering. Did I forget a notebook or something major, like my wand? And to that I say, Most certainly NOT! It was worse. I forgot about Quidditch tryouts.

         Yeah, I know I know. Seriously, you're more worried about THAT than your wand! And to that I say, Yes, indeed. I  have tried out for Quidditch EVERY YEAR! Have I gotten in? Let's just say, I suck at sports. I got up to the ground floor quickly,  knowing that I had to suffer the consequences of being late. 

        When I got changed into my Quidditch outfit, I realized that I wasn't as late as I thought I was. Tryouts must have just started, because I could hear Raven Flint yelling to the other people trying out. I flew up on my Nimbus 2005 and joined everyone. 

        "Everyone got it? Good!" Raven yelled. She was the daughter of Marcus Flint and another random wizard. I would've known who, but the mother left Raven at a young age. It didn't matter, besides, Raven looks exactly like Marcus, but is actually really nice, if you get over the fact she hides her pain. 

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        Quidditch tryouts went by like a blur. Everything happened really quickly, and by the end of it I ended up being a seeker! I know, I was surprised too! While running to tell Harlow, I hit my head and fell to the floor. 

        "Hey! Watch it!" I yelled, rubbing my head. I looked up, which was a bad idea. I saw a boy my age with messy red hair and bright, green eyes. He also wore Harry Potter-like glasses and freckles dotted his nose. The boy got up. Now I could see his Gryffindor tie.

        "Sorry. Here," He held out his hand to help me up. I made a terrible mistake.

        "I don't need your help to get up!" I got up(without help from a guy) and walked past him.  When I looked back he smiled at me. Not a grin, not a forced one, but a sincere, genuine, happy smile. 

        "Hey!" Called a familiar voice.

        I groaned. "What do you want, Ethan?"

       He got into my view. Now I could see the blond, shaggy haired boy, and his chocolate brown eyes. A Gryffindor that's a year older than me, and who knows why he talks to be. If you haven't guessed, he's a Longbottom, and is kinda annoying, most of the time. 

"I wanted to ask how tryouts went!"

"Good. Now can you leave me alone, I want to head to my common room."

"I have potions next! We can head to the dungeons together!"

"Ugh. Fine."

We were silent for the rest of the walk, which is what I'm thankful for. I headed to my common room, thankful to see Harlow reading the Quibbler. 

"Hey," Harlow spoke, not looking up from her book.

"Hey! I have good news and bad news. What do you want to hear first?" 

"Err- Bad."

I explained my crazy day, until we were both to exhausted and fell asleep in the common room.