is it hard being famous?

CHAPTER 1

"When I was younger, I loved playing with knifes, it was a fun hobby of mine. I used to always practise with my father every night before bed - that was before he slaughtered my mother of course. 

I always thought I got along well with my father, it only lasted till I was about eight years of age, but every moment is precious- you know what I mean. I just remember the night so vividly, how I was resting on the couch practising enchantments when I heard a high-pitched scream. I immediately ran over and saw my father resting over her dead body, a slight grin on his face. I was shocked, tears were streaming down my eyes like an overflowing river, so I ran.

I didn't run far, as I only made it to the living room before my father heard my slippers tracing along the wooden floor in a panic, he suddenly started threatening me to join him in a killing spree across London, I screamed NO, it was agonising my throat felt a piercing pain run down my vocal cords. I was stuck. I was terrified. I. I. I HAD FLOO POWDER! My brain exploded with the thought that I could escape to a safe place away from this monstrosity I so called a father.

All I remember after that is how I sprinted for my life ( literally), grabbed the floo powder- all of it- and shouted clearly " grandads house!" of course there was no such thing, so I got taken to the grand house, where all muggle born witches and wizards hang out. Everything after that was a blur, apart from the facts that I woke up in a bed with a teddy wrapped around my arm I- "

"that is enough for now miss ridd- I mean dumbledore, I have got to get around to the rest of the class." Declared professor McGonagall

Lucy stared into the woman's eyes. "I didn't even get to the knife bit!" in her hands was a large piece of parchment she stared at it for an extra minute or two before the class started cheering. She then strode over back to her seat which was located on the back row. All eyes were now looking at Neville Longbottom who was muttering so quietly even an ant couldn't hear him. Well, when I say all eyes, I mean all eyes apart from Malfoys. His crystal blue pupils were staring right at Lucy's miserable tanned face- when she noticed she gave him a sarcastic smile and told him to "quit staring, you might as well drool." the whole class immediately turned around whilst Malfoy nervously hid behind is cracked text book. Lucy noticed what was happening and told them to all mind their own buizztrolls.

Lucy Dumbledore was currently in her third year of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, although she didn't love the place, it was home, and home was safe. You see everyone wanted to be friends with the overly powerful Lucy especially her fellow Slytherins, but she just simply ignored them. She preferred hanging out with pansy, Draco, Blaise and Daphnean ( bestie since 1st year day 1 ) although she had known draco since birth, they secretly despised each other, or that was what Lucy thought.

Lucy did really despise pansy though, she was always trying to show off, especially to impress Draco. All the girls were obsessed with him, Lucy however, she was not lured in by his charms.

Straight after her history of magic class, she had a free period, during this time Draco, Blaise and Lucy would hangout on the quidditch pitch and have a bit of fun. Lucy's green muddy uniform reeked of sweat, the sweat wasn't hers, though, you see the quidditch kit is located next to the washroom and let's just say things turned out a tad messy 😊

"pass me the ball you idiot" yelled Lucy to Draco who had been holding the ball for what felt like and hour.

"you always get the ball" he yelled back grinning

"Well at least you get the ball you selfish brats" chuckled Blaise who had been slouching down on his broom in the same spot for the last five minutes whilst Draco and Lucy battled for the ball. they continued joking about until they heard a familiar voice coming from bellow them- it was harry, yelling with the rest of the Gryffindor team beside him.

"its Gryffindor's day for training today would you mind moving your arses so we can practise, I doubt we need any though, we have already beaten your three times this year."

"ha-ha, well jokes on you potter you haven't played against me yet and I'm telling you, it will be your worst nightmare, or is that my dad?" Lucy chuckled along with Draco and Blaise her sassy Comment had put them in hysterics. Lucy then flew down handing them a note. "signed by my grandad himself, we have the pitch at break, you have it after school, oh and he specifically states here that its all breaks, all five of them." The letter was obviously fake, Lucy managed to always sneak her way through with fake letters like those.

Harrys face immediately dropped, the look of despair in his eyes overwhelmed him "W. well, we shall be studying to to, to beat you in the potions quiz this afternoon" he giggled to himself however no one else was laughing..

"in your dreams pottah" Draco boldly replied