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The King of Slimy Gits

A/N: Hey guys! Here's the third chapter! I've decided that this story is no longer about how I think my life would be at Hogwarts. Because then it wouldn't be too exciting. ; ) Anyways, enjoy! ^.^


"Ali! ALI!" I turned around, and the smile I had plastered on my face vanished and was replaced by a scowl. The king of slimy gits was coming my way.

"Lucius," I muttered under my breath, hatred dripping from every syllable. (God, I hated his name. It reminded me constantly of the name "Lucy.") He walked up to me, smirking.

"What do you want?" I snarled, having no interest in what he wanted. His smirk faltered a bit at the tone of my voice, but he quickly gained back his composure.

"I want you to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend," he replied. It was more of an order than a request. Which in fact made my blood boil.

How dare he ask me on a date to Hogsmeade! I thought angrily to myself.

"Why?" I asked, attempting a civil tone but failing, not to my displeasure.

Yeah, it didn't work. Lucy's smirk just grew larger.

"Because," he stated as if it were obvious, "it would do well for both our reputations; it would do well for me to go out with a mousey girl like you, and you would benefit by-well, just being seen around me!" He said this as if it were an honor for him to be even speaking to me.

I spat on his shoes as an answer.

"Why, you filthy little Mudblood!" he snarled, bending over to wipe off his shoes with an oh-so-handy handkerchief that was conveniently right up his sleeve.

"Ah, ah, ah, Lucy. Get your facts straight. In fact, I'm a pureblood." With that I walked away, a smile of satisfaction edging its way onto my face. But it disappeared when I remembered what Lucious had said.

Mousey, am I?

Ooh, that's it! I can't take this anymore! I have to get out of this house! I turned on my heel and ran as quickly as possible to Dumbledore's office.

"Fairy Dust!" I gasped when I reached the stone gargoyole. It instantly sprang to life, creating the familiar staircase leading to his office. (Dumbledore is one of the only people in the castle that knows what me and my family are. Therefore, I have the privilege to know all the passwords for his office in case I need to talk to him.)

I really needed to talk to him.

The gargoyle came to a halt in front of the large oak door. I walked up to it, trying to calm myself down, and knocked.

"Enter," came the usual reply. I burst through the door, the attempt to be calm forgotten; I had no intention of being polite. I was on a mission and I wasn't going to leave here 'till it was completed. Dumbledore looked up and smiled.

"Ah, Miss Majere. What can I do for you?" He greeted me happily. The use of my real last name almost brought tears to my eyes. But I shrugged them off.

"I want out of Slytherin, Professor," I said sharply. "And my name isn't 'Majere' anymore-it's DaCosta."

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. This obviously was the last thing he wanted to deal wiht right now, but, like I said, I was on a mission and would not stop until I got what I wanted.

"You don't waste any time beating around the bush, do you?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Not when it's about something I care about," I replied simply, looking him straight in the eye. I meant business. He sighed again and rubbed his temple.

"You know I canno-"

"Yes you can! You're the freakin' headmaster, for God's sake!" I yelled at him, slamming my hands on his desk. I would not accept "no" for an answer.

"Ali-" he started before I cut him off.

"I CAN'T STAND THOSE STUPID SLYTHERINS! YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY MAKE ME STAY! IF YOU DO I SWEAR I WILL KILL MYSELF! I'LL FIND A WAY TO GET OUT OF THAT HOUSE, EVEN IF I HAVE TO BLOW UP HALF THE CASTLE TO DO SO!" I stopped my rant to take a deep breath. Once I get started, it's hard to stop me. You usually have to let me vent, or I'll start yelling at you.

I opened my mouth to start yelling again, but Dumbledore put up his hand to silence me. It was amazing how tired and weary he suddenly looked.

"You seem to feel awfully strong about this, don't you?" He asked. I scoffed. Ya think?, I thought irritably. "What do your parents think? Surely they must know how you feel."

"My dad doesn't care as long as I don't get expelled and my mom stayed in America, and my step-mom is so stupid she thought her shoe was a blender," I replied, knowing that at this point I was winning.

Dumbledore nodded and stood up. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out the Sorting Hat.

Oh my God, I was actually about to get out of Slytherin. My mission was a success!

"You need to understand that if you were an ordinary student, I would not be doing what I am right now. But, given the fact that you were forced to come here, I'll let you change houses," he told me with a twinkle in his eye.

"I totally understand," I said happily, smiling my first genuine smile since my first year here. Hey, I would tell the guy anything, I just wanted to get out of this stupid house. I felt the urge to hug him, but ignored it, feeling that it would be inappropriate to do so.

He motioned for me to sit down and placed the hat on my head.

A/N: The italics are the Sorting Hat, and the boldface is Ali.

Ah, you again. I understand that you are unhappy with your house?

That's putting it mildly. I downright despise it! And it's your fault that I'm in Slytherin in the first place, you stupid hat!

Ah, yes. I remember that day well. I was surprised to see you here; after all, you're not exactly human, are you?

Cut the small talk and let's get to choosin'! I'm not getting any younger, you know!

You sure are fiesty, aren't you? Too fiesty for Hufflepuff; so that means either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Hmm, you're not quite smart enough for Ravanclaw-

I'm plenty smart!

-But certainly brave enough for Gryffindor. Yes, your past experiences can at least prove that. Okay, then...

"GRYFFINDOR!" it finally said outloud. I squealed, jumped up, and gave Dumbledore a hug. Screw inappropriate! I said, "Thank you thank you thank you..." over and over again, not able to express how truly happy I was. I was in the same house as Shauna! Then I started to prance around the room. I was so happy! Dumbledore chuckled.

"Settle down, settle down. Give me back the hat, then go gather your belongings. We'll announce your transfer tomorrow," he said. I nodded eagerly and gave him the hat before dashing out the door.

Whaddaya know? Dreams actually do caome true.

Well, almost.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Anyway, Ali is now in Gryffindor, after five years of tourture in Slytherin. Tell if you're happy, sad, or mad about that. R+R!

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