One-Shots

Updated! Oct. 18 2013: This story has past its trials so now it will be it's separate book. Thank you for voting and enjoy the new story, The Dark Twin. [Working on the title]

Okay, so this is a Harry Potter fan fiction because …well because I just felt like writing Potter FF. So read on my dear readers - - >

The green trees rushed by as we flew above them. I could almost hear the chatter of the poor, frighten animals below as the coach almost smash into a pine tree but manage to pull up in time. My slim yet curvy body was still as the coach happened to almost dip below sharply. I sighed as another migraine was appearing because of the loud chatters and giggling of young girls in the crib.

“Ivy, aren’t you excited?” one of the girls asks me with a snotty voice. I rolled my bright green eyes at the window before I looked at them. I forced a smile on my face and just nodded my head. I don’t want to waste my breath on the dimwitted girls of the Academy. I know that the half of the girls in the Academy came because of their beauty and money. And that is the main reason I was in the Academy, because of my unnatural beauty, not money. Too be exact, I am poor. Although I have one flaw, a lighting-like scar on the back left side of my shoulder. I don’t remember when I got the scar. The squeal of one of the girls brought me back to my thoughts. I face the window and sighed. We, the girls of the Beaxbatons Academy of Magic, were going to some school called Hogwarts to see and attend the Triwizards Tournament. We shall be going against Hogwarts and Durmstrang. Most of the girls were excited because they can finally socialize with guys, although there are some lesbians and bisexuals in the mixture of the girls but that didn’t matter to them. Suddenly, in a second, all the girls were on the other side of the coach, almost tipping the coach to the side. I stayed on the right side of the coach and looked below at the dark lake below.

“Look at that!”

“Wow! They are so many people.”

“New people, YAY!”

Some of the overexcited statements were in French, others in English but we all understood it.  I sighed in annoyance and started to gather my things from underneath the seat. Unlike the other girls, I only had two medium-size bags that held everything I had. I am an orphan. I’ve been bounced from house to house, making me to be cautious of other people and learn how to pack lightly. I also have a thing of being touched by another unknown person. My skin just shivered at the thought of it. We landed in a few minutes and I let everyone get off first.

“Are you coming Ivy?” one of the girls with green eyes and blonde hair asked, curious on why I wasn’t moving from the seat.

“I’ll be there in a second.”

The girl nodded and left the couch, leaving me by myself in the couch. I placed on the bags on my shoulder while grabbing the other in empty hand. I bend down so I wouldn’t get hit on the head with the top of the door. My mouth open wide open as I saw the huge old castle in front of me, the walls of bricks and poison ivy crawling up on the sides of the castle. A gush of wind came out of nowhere, sending my loose mid-back black hair all over my face. Great, just great. After I moved my hair from my face, I still stood there like an idiot.

“Wow!” I whispered below my breath as I looked around in amazement.  There was a grunt on the back of the couch, startling me. I walked cautiously, my wand ready to protect myself. Standing in the back, trying to haul a huge baggage off the back, was a giant man with wild hair all over the place and worn clothes. I bit my lower lip, deciding whether I should help or not. I sighed and drop my bags on the ground.

“Would you like some help, monsieur?” I asked, making him jump in the air. He turned around and looked at me with small, round eyes. His lower face was almost covered with his dark, wild, brown beard yet he managed to look friendly. The man was too tall to be human yet too small to be a giant, which only left that he was half and half.