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Four Marauder's Coming Right Up
Marley meets the Marauders for the first time and gets a spoonful of their personalities. (dun dun dun!)
The Marauders Meet Victioria's Secret
The Marauders and Maley go to the mall with a few unexpected twists...
Hippos were dancing around, doing the splits in pink tutu’s and Pointe shoes. I was part of their mad fury as the star dancer. A spotlight shone on me since I had a solo. But I tripped over my own two feet and heard a hippo grunt in annoyance. Stupid hippo.
No one acknowledged anything. I pulled on some shoes and started running. I don’t even remember most of it, just that I wanted to run somewhere, anywhere to get away from my life. It just wasn’t worth living at the moment.
Suddenly, there was a clicking at the door, like someone was trying to get in. I started freaking out. You would too, if your older siblings said that they were going to put on Bambi or something like that when you were little, but instead putting on The Shining. Stupid horror movies.
The Triangle of Luuurve
Oh I love these fictional boys. Why can’t real guys act like this? When they leave, I think I’ll just become a spinster; my only love being knitting and cats. Lots of cats. I shall be called Marley-the-creepy-old-lady-who-lives-with-twenty-five-cats-alone-in-spinsterhood. What a bright future I hold for myself. Not.
I ran down the stairs, trying to look cool as I came into the kitchen. But then Azul said “Marley, what’s wrong? You look like you just had a seizure.”
“Hey Marie,” Eliza, the leader, said to me. I stopped to wonder if she was too good to remember my name or just too stupid. Probably too stupid. “Nice party.”
The Morning After
Then I got out a rag towel, running it under warm water. I started dabbing Remus’ cut lip. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. And believe me, I wanted to; then I could show off my sweet ninja skills. Need an evil villain taken care of? Hi-yah! SuperMarley to the rescue! Okay, so I still have to work on the name…
A Bad Case of Sniffles
“Owie. By dose huuuurts!” I wailed. “Where’s Jabes?” I asked. “Jabes!” I tried calling out for James. I heard some footsteps and suddenly James came out of the kitchen. Wearing my grandma’s old apron. You know, the ones that have this curvaceous cartoon bodies with at least a three inch cleavage on it. On his hands were these pink and frilly oven mitts. It was quite a sight.
“Remember in Titanic when Jack says to Rose ‘If you jump I jump’? well, you guys are Jack and I’m Rose. Now jump with me,” I begged them. When I wasn’t feeling too well I forced them to watch Titanic with me.
Of Confrontations and Toilets
Marauders, Mishap, and Me, Marley
I could detect a small smile on Dumbledore’s face. “That’s hardly my point Mr. Potter. Now, I’m still trying to figure out how you got here, but I think I have a hunch as to why.” He paused for a minute before continuing. “I believe that you came here to help Marley. Also, for some reason you needed to be here to find out that we, in fact, are truly just characters in a story. And so is she,” He said, gesturing towards me.
I gulped down air, trying to take in his words. He stroked my hair and rocked back and forth with me in his arms, and we stayed like that for what felt like forever. “How much longer do I have with you?” I asked suddenly.
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