Disclaimer:'m only held responsible for the creation of Lilou and Margo any other characters you may recognise rest under the domain of my wondrous muses S.M and J.K.R C;
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"I'm proud to be a freak of nature."
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Just my luck
Lilly's POV
"Expecto Patronum!" A silvery, ethereal, semi-transparent shape erupts from the tip of my wand. The shape surrounds me and becomes corporeal instantly, transforming into a big golden retriever, which happens to be my boyfriend Zack's favourite animal. The dog wags his furry tail and nudges my knee with its head, gleefully waiting for my commands.
"I like for you to pay auntie Margo in Forks, a visit. Tell her I'll be showing up at her door in a couple of minutes 'kay?" I say, petting my patronus. The cub eyes me one last time before disappearing, bouncing out of the window and vanishing into the gloomy starry night. My eyes soon rest on my open luggage before roaming freely around my dorm, acutely aware that I'm forgetting something but not necessarily sure what it was; shocker, not that I could find anything in this huge mess of a room. The sound of skin hitting skin instantly reverberates through the air the moment my palm forcibly smooches my forehead, realisation finally dawning on me as I remember what I'm supposedly leaving behind. Moving swiftly yet purposely, I begin to seek through the piles of clothes littering the floor.
You are a witch, aren't you? That tiny, smart-arse crazed voice shouted in my head.
Duh!
I pull my wand out and chant, "Accio cell phone!" As soon as the words are out of my mouth, a mini, green metallic device slips out of one of my washed-out vans and into my hand.
How the hell did it get there?
A sigh of relief rushes through my lips as I snuggled the little troublemaker to my chest, thanking the heavens for my seventeenth birthday two days ago since now I was free to practice all the magic of my hearts desires without being scolded by that stupidly strict Ministry of Magic.
I rub my temple and sigh, knowing that this summer is bound to suck, simply because my dumb cousin Draco decided to spend it with his new clingy girlfriend Patsy, hence the reason why my holidays were completely rearranged.
My parents and I, along with my uncles and cousin, were leaving on a trip to the Bahamas. I got so excited by the idea of going to the place where they filmed the Pirates of the Caribbean movies that I could hardly sleep and I counted down the days until the trip. Although my dream came crashing down as soon as Draco ran that useless mouth of his—arrogant arsehole—he never worries about others, he only worries about himself and his social status around the pureblood society, 's disgusting, really.
I then opted for an alternative route and end up begging Zacharias to take me with him on his holidays since he was spending his summer in Alaska, but he refused, telling me that his family had all these incongruous, overly freaky traditions and didn't want me to get bored to death.
I didn't believe him, though.
I was starting to think that maybe just maybe, he was getting tired of me. What if he's seeing someone else? Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt my stomach contract with an unbearable pain. No. He couldn't do that to me. I hoped if that was to happen, he'd have the decency of breaking up with me first, just for the sake of my sanity.
Why wouldn't he dump you? Have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?
A troubled yet thoughtful sigh parts my chapped lips. I'm fully aware that I'm no supermodel, nor am I good-looking. I'm just boringly average, kind of freakish if you ask me. I have long, platinum blonde hair, my skin is alabaster white, and I suffer from complete Heterochromia. For those of you who are unaware, Heterochromia is a difference in coloration, usually from the iris. One iris turns out being another colour from the other, due to lack of melatonin, which is the pigment that gives the iris its colour. So basically, I'm a weirdo who has her right eye violet and her left eye sky-blue. The worst thing about it are the questions. I hate addressing new people—all they do is stare and ask a bunch of dumb questions that usually end with me having a headache the size of Nebraska.
A knock on the door makes me jump and brings me back to the present. My mum enters my room without expecting an invitation.
"Lilly, dear, are you ready?"
"Mum, I don't wanna go, please. Can't I just stay with you and Dad?"
"Lilou Malfoy, we have already discussed this," she berated sternly. "Your father and I have some important meetings to attend, besides, your aunt Margo is anxious to see you. When was the last time you visited?"
"Fine," I say, scowling and swirling my wand in the air, making my luggage zip itself up at once. "Just don't expect me to forgive Draco anytime soon. He's a selfish prick."
"Lilly! He's your cousin! I won't condone this kind of behaviour young lady!"
"I don't give two flying owls if he's my cousin; he's never acted like one. I hate him! And you know what? I'd choose a thousand Harry Potters over Draco!" And with that, I grabbed my luggage and fled from my room, slamming the door shut behind me.
My feet take me down the stairs and into the backyard in record time. An unexpected shiver soon travels my spine and I can't help the jitters that take over my body. To say I'm nervous would be putting it lightly, being a newbie to the whole Apparation thing was a major deal to me. Splinching seemed really painful, and I couldn't help but internally flinch at the thought of having half of my body in Aunt Margo's house while my other better half remained here, in my mother's garden.
Avoiding my conflicting emotions I sought to focus on the task at hand. I recall my destination—Forks, Washington—and closing my eyes, I picture Aunt Margo's Victorian-style house in my mind. I feel a gentle breeze embrace me as my feet detached from the ground. Oddly enough, it seems like some invisible hand is clamped around my entire body, squeezing tightly. My lungs are floundering due to the lack of air, but the frightening sensation disappears just as quickly as it came and I open my eyes to find myself in a remote forest.
Straightening my stance, I curiously peek at my surrounds. Is this the place? My feet carry me forwards, towing my luggage behind me, afraid of being in unfamiliar territory. A dirt path soon opens before my eyes and I rapidly take a tantalising step towards it. Although the moment my foot stomps on said path it gets trapped on what seems like a piece of rope, which my inattentive eyes had clearly missed. In the blink of an eye, I'm catapulted through the air. My body bounces against the rough trunk of a tree and my luggage drops from my hand, landing with a dull thud on the earth path. What the hell?! I'm dangling upside down by my ankle, the hem of my white lace dress raises to my hips, showing my Slytherin panties—deviant gravity.
Nevertheless, my ears perk up at the unmistakable sound of snapping twigs scarcely away from my current disturbed position. Yep, someone is definitely approaching. I hold my wand close to my chest and hold my breath.
A huge wolf soon materialises in the clearing sending me into an early almost cardiac arrest.
This wolf is no ordinary wolf. Its fur is silver-grey coated with some haphazard black spots on its bristled spine and sweet Merlin! He's massive—even bigger than Fenrir Greyback. The beast lifts its eyes to mine, its amber shrewd orbs sending instant chills to my backbone. It starts to approach and I get a good look at its claws, which are not quite what long as the ones that Wolverine dude has, but they seem insanely thicker.
Oh, my god.
This is it.
This is the end.
I love you, Zack. My eyes shut close as my arm shakily stretches ahead of my stiff posture, wand ready and pointing at the furry menace.
"STUPEFY!"
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Dun dun dun... any thoughts so far? (: