***in editing*** ***sequel in progress***
you were James potter's little sister only there's one problem, you're a Slytherin and he's a Gryffindor. who will you choose when the dark lord rises? your friends and boyfriend who have supported you no m...
I was awoken abruptly, being shaken roughly by the shoulders. a faint and distinct shout of my name started to become clear,
"Y/n! Y/N!?? bitch wake the fuck up!"
"what the actual everloving fuck do you want!!?" I rolled over burying myself in my blankets further.
"you have ten minutes till class starts!" I shot up
"What!?" I glanced at the clock then at Bella who was hovering over my face.
"well, what a shame guess I won't go," I said with fake disappointment, I plopped down on the bed. she pulled me back up,
"no, no, no! I will not allow you to almost fail history of magic again!" I still refused to get up, she let out a long sigh.
"I'm not writing your notes" I waved my hand lazily dismissing her,
"Whatever, I'm ahead right now anyways" she rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, slamming our door behind her. I flipped onto my back spreading my arms wide. I huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of my face. I faint tapping on the window was the only sound filling the room. I turned my head and saw a familiar mermaid, I waved slightly at her, she waved excitably back then whipped her head around anxiously and quickly swam away. well, now I'm really alone. I pushed myself up to a sitting position using the palms of my hands. I flicked my black shoulder-length hair over my shoulder.
(srry for those of you with short or extra long hair, just fucking deal with it)
swinging my legs over the edge and hopping onto the ground silently. I strode to the bathroom groggily. I showered and prepped for the day. I put on some eyeliner and mascara and of course my signature black lipstick. I pulled on my boots and opted to not wear my robes, pulling on a leather jacket. the top two buttons were left undone on my top, my tie was thrown over my shoulder. I ran down the stairs my feet barely touching the steps. I jumped off the last few steps to the ground, my heels hitting the floor. examining the room my eyes landed upon a passed out regulus draped over the black couch. I smirked slightly, creeping up behind him being sure to not let my heels hit the floor. I was withing five feet of the couch, I jumped landing on top of him. he let out a groan, looking up at me.
"really! no attack or anything, some Slytherin you are" I rolled off him
"attacking people is more your area" he shrugged, I let out a loud huff dropping my head onto his shoulder. both of us starring into the relentless, crackling fire. I slowly felt his arm beginning to snake around me. I smiled slightly. ONLY SLIGHTLY. I sat in silence contently for a while, sinking into the couch. glancing at my black gleaming Louis Vuitton watch. my reflection staring intently back at me, eyebrows furrowed in their usual demeaning way. I stood up and grabbed my bag.
(I know it's like 1975 but I based all the fashion in present time and styles. also, I base all the outfits on my own taste so idgaf if you don't like it if I find a shit ton of complaining comments, I will find you. and I will personally rip out your fucking throat😃)
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Reg stood up next to me, I slipped my hand into his. his callused hands brushed my bloody knuckles. I dragged him quickly out of the room, muttering under my breath,
"shit, shit, bloody motherfucking twat, what a stupid arsehole I am, fuckkkkkkkkkkk" I exhaled sharply.
"late, LaTe! I Y/n Potter am NEVER LATE!" I practically shrieked. I had let go of Regulus's hand and was walking at an angered brisk pace ahead of him. he struggled to keep up with my pace. I let out a long frustrated groan as students started to leave their classes. I elbowed and shoulder checked those few who didn't know me and dared to get in my way. there weren't many. dramatically I swung the door of the potions class open. two minutes late. glaring at the whole class, walking in a strode to my seat dragging a nervous reg by the hand. taking my seat a few students staring at me. I whipped my head back and snarled, full teeth bared. they quickly shut up and Slughorn began class again.
