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How are you all doing? I just can't wait for you all to read my fic. I have written fanfics before. (Not all of them were a succesful.) I am glad to start and share this new story with you all (it'd be my first one in English in this genre), but I should warn you. I won't be updating fast, at least not for the first few weeks. 

I'd also like to point out that English isn't my native language. I do try to write without any mistakes, but if you do find them, feel free to point them out to me. After all, you can only learn from your mistakes, right? Right.

Soooo. The new fic is obviously a Sirius/OC. I mean... The Padfoot dude and me, kind of gives it away, doesn't it? Ha, yeah, I thought so too. The chapters will be short, but that means I'll be able to update faster!

It's about a girl, named Keridian Walters who was lucky enough to be sent to the past. She's got one purpose and one purpose only (besides stopping her best friend from raping Harry Potter, that is): saving James and Lily Potter. But will she do it? After all, she's a Slyth girl!

So what do you think? I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do while writing it!

R&R!

Love,

Kelll
 





1. I have a rendez-vous with the ground

The ground and I aren't going to be great friends, that much I can tell you. For some reason I just cannot stop smacking against it and it's getting on my nerves. Big time. I sighed and got up. I glared at the snickering students and put my chin in the air. I was a Slytherin and would not show weaknesses. No, freaking way. I looked around and found out, to my dismay, that I was surrounded by cockroaches. Okay. Maybe not cockroaches, but they wore gold and orange. They were so bloody arrogant that it made me want to throw up as soon as I laid eyes on one of them.

Gryffindors. Shiver.

They were cockroaches, most definitely. I hosted my bag higher on my shoulder and walked into another corridor. I frowned when I realized that I wasn't on the second floor as I should have been. I mean, I may not be a Ravenclaw or anything (insert me shivering here), but I do know where I am. Or where I was supposed to be.

And last time I had checked I had been walking with Karen on the second floor. Now that I came to think of it… I looked around wildly, searching for my friend but couldn't find her. "Well, damn. The girl ditched me!" I almost growled. Great. Fantastic. First I have a rendez-vous with the ground and then my only friend in the hole frigging school decided to dump and go stalk Potter, again.

For Christ's sake, she was a Slytherin! Her crush on the Golden Boy was sickening. Harry Bloody Potter was a fly in the soup, a thorn on the rose and an incredible, large pain in the butts of every Slytherin known to the wizarding world.

And of course my best friend would be crushing on him, making us the weirdo's. I sighed heavily, rolled my eyes and walked back to where I knew Potter to be. I needed my best friend right now to talk me through my next embarrassing task: asking Malfoy out. It wasn't that I actually wanted him, I actually quite hated him, but what my parents want, my parents get. For a Pureblood there wasn't something as ridiculous as a choice. We just did what we were told. If someone told us to marry, we married. If they told us to die, we… well, died.

Potter wasn't at his usual hang out and I sighed again. Great! Just great. If I was a nerd and I wasn't at the library, where would I be?

Ugh. I wasn't a nerd. Sure, I was great at curses and potions and other stuff that could be harmful, but I wasn't a sweet and cuddly kitten. I had no clue where sweet and cuddly kittens went to spend their free time, so I just wandered the corridors for a bit.

I felt strange. It was like someone had thrown me against a wall, instead of just bumping into me and smacking me to the ground. Sure, meeting the ground up close was not fun, but it shouldn't hurt this much, should it? And where had my headache suddenly – Oh! "POTTER!" I yelled, wanting to draw Karen's attention, but she didn't come out of her hiding spot to hex me into oblivion. However, I did draw the attention of four guys. They turned around as if they had practiced it and looked at me weirdly. "What?" Potter asked, irritated.

People around us stopped and watched as if they had never heard a Slyth girl yell at the Golden Boy like that. I rolled my eyes. "Don't be so arrogant, Potter," I told him and blinked, twice, when I saw his eyes. "Have you done something to your eyes?" That was, even though I'd never admit it out loud, so cool. Harry Potter was famous for his glittering green eyes that he had inherited from his mother. I kind of envied them, they were so much more beautiful compared to my plain, blue ones.

He seemed to be taken aback. "My… eyes?"

"They're brown," I pointed out, obviously. And had he gotten new glasses? Because, retro was so not hot right now.

"He knows," an incredible handsome dude, informed me.

I gave him a once-over. Okay. He was handsome. Incredibly so. He had those amazing grey eyes that almost no one seems to have. He was well built too, probably from playing Quidditch. His eyes seemed to draw me in and his handsome face captured my whole being, but I tried to shook it off. "Cockroach!" I remembered myself, when I saw the Gryffindor colors. He was a cockroach! Aaah. It was a shame. Why weren't there any cute Slytherin wizards anymore? There really was a, bad, comedian out there making my life hell, wasn't there? Just great.

"Excuse me?" the handsome guy asked me.

I waved him off. "You're excused," I said, giving him my permission to leave us.

He stared at me, baffled. "Who the hell do you-"

"Padfoot," another bloke said. This one was less handsome as Potter and the 'Padfoot' dude, but he wasn't ugly either. He had sandy brown hair and kind, brown eyes.

"Humpf," was the bright reply of the handsome one.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked the sandy haired one.

He frowned at me.

"You're hilarious," Potter informed me. "Everyone knows us."

"Yeah, you," I muttered. "No need to be so bloody proud of it." Humpf. Since when had he become such a cocky son of a bitch?

"What are you getting at?" Potter asked me.

"Ugh. Whatever! Just tell me where I can find Karen."

"Is she hot?" the Padfoot dude asked Potter. "Because I went through all the hot ones last year and I would remember a Karen."

"I'm sure that if you were worth remembering, she'd told me of you," I told him sweetly, giving him a pointed look. "And let me tell you… I am not impressed with what I'm seeing." Liar, liar pants on fire!

"You're not… Okay, woman, who the hell are you," the Padfoot dude asked me, obviously insulted by my statement.

I stared at him, raised an eyebrow and turned back to Potter. "Well?"

"Do not ignore me!" Padfoot whined.

"Sirius, sheesh," Potter said, rolling his eyes.

And that was when I froze and a bulb light shone brightly above my head. "Sirius?" I stared at the handsome bloke. "As in Sirius Black?"

"Of course," the Padfoot 'Sirius Black' dude said as if that were obvious.

I could only stare. "But… But… What… No… Oh dear Mother of all cockroaches," I stuttered.

The four boys, the last one being a ratlike kid that didn't really fit in with his friends, stared at me as if I had grown a second head. The person that had claimed to be Sirius Black made the universal sign of crazy.

"Are you… okay?" the nice guy asked me.

I stared at Potter. "Tell me your name."

"Potter?" he guessed, looking at me strangely. He was probably wondering what he should do. Run for it or attack me.

"Your first name. What's your first name?" I insisted, breathing heavily.

"James. James Potter."

I stared at him wide eyed. "OH MY GOD!"

 




Next time in The Padfoot dude and me:
(Hahaha! I sound like some kind of lame tv show x'D)

"You do not understand. Potter's like a drug to her! Worse! Like Butterbeer, Whiskey and XTC in one!"

"X- what?"

I stared at him blankly. "Never mind. It's dangerous. She could try to take over the world! Regulus, I do not want to be ruled by freaks with glasses. I'd rather date that dog," pun so intended, "of a brother of yours than be ruled by a Potter! Never, you hear me!"
 

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