Chatterbox: Blab About Books

OK, guys, ZNZ inspired me to post this. I know I haven't chatterboxed in a few months, but here is The beginning of a Harry Potter fanfic by me! It is slightly awful; it's about a new generation of wizards... Actually, the beginning is not entirely by me, anyhow, see what you think. (Should I change Magnolia's name to something eviler?) *wonders how text got so big*

Part One

AvadaKadavra

Magnolia Malfoy shoved the hair ribbon at him. “This is just a  little test to see, well, I won’t tell you what.”

“Wha tdo I do?” asked Julian. This was all due to his misfortune of landing in  Slytherin. Slytherin! His whole family had been in Ravenclaw, yet here he wasin the Slytherin common room, at the mercy of tough, fourth-year Magnolia Malfoy.

“Come on, Angle. Unless you want bad thingsto happen, make this ribbon glow green!”

Julian had no idea how to make a ribbon glow green. What subject was that anyway—transfiguration? Defense against the dark arts? Well, probably not defense against the dark arts.

Magnolia was getting impatient. Julian could tell she was about to lose her temper. He closed his eyes and tried to focus. ‘Clear your mind of everything except the task at hand,’ his Gran would have told him. Okay, make the ribbon glow green. He could do that. He was a smart boy with skills his muggle friends couldn’t dream of! Surely he could make an ugly old string of a ribbon glow green.

“Greenicusglowicus ribbonicus?” he whimpered. His wand hung feebly between two fingers,as he knew the spell wouldn’t work. That wand even drooped with humiliation, if a wand can be said to be humiliated. What kind of spell was ‘Greenicus glowicusribbonicus’?

“Come on , you git!” Magnolia screamed.

“Magnolia...” he started, then trailed off.

“Avadakadavra!”

Julian stared in horror as the spell hit him. He didn’t really believe what Magnolia had done. As he was contemplating how a girl could get so worked up over a ribbon to use the Killing Spell, Julian fell to the ground from the impact.

Julian’s ghost wandered down the halls of Hogwarts, thinking how casual it seemed to be dead. It occurred to Julian that now nobody could see him if he didn’t want to be seen, and he could go wherever he liked. Near the Gryffindor common room, he saw Lily Potter writing in what appeared to be a journal as she walked down the hall. Julian followed her, reading as she wrote.

‘Dear Diary,’ the page began. ‘Death has struck Hogwarts. Julian Angle has been killed by Magnolia Malfoy. The officials still need to decide whether they can send a young girl to Azkaban. My opinion is that that turkey of a human being should never go to Hogwarts, she should go to Azkaban. I don’t know her that well so I guess I shouldn’t say anything. I didn’t really know Julian Angleeither, but I really hate all of those dog-nosed, fat-bottomed, wart-faced, disgusting Malfoys! Albus doesn’t agree with me, but he’s kind of a hippy loser.’

Julian had to chuckle. Lily seemed to share his opinion of both Magnolia Malfoy and Albus Potter.

Upon hearing the chuckle, Lily turned. Julian and Lily realized at the same time that the boy was alive! He wasn’t a ghost! The spell hadn’t actually worked. Julian heard Lily’s gasp as they entered the dormitory.

“OHHHH MY GOSH!” one Gryffindor girl shouted. “THERE’S A BOY IN THE GIRLS’ DORMITORY!”

“Professor McGonagall!!” hollered another girl as all eyes turned to Julian.

McGonagall strode in. Julian, who did not want a bad reputation for the next seven years, ducked behind a shiny wooden bunk bed.

“He’s hiding behind Lily’s bed!” shrieked Rose Weasley, pointing. “Trying to get out of trouble. Jane was like, changing in here!” (Little Jane Clearwater snatchedup a blanket to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing any pants or skirt.)

“Sorry, Professor McGonagall,” Julian said. “I... got lost.”

“Of course. Most first-years do at some time.” But McGonagall’s eyes betrayed that she did not think that what Julian had done was all right. She led him out into the hallway. “Fifty points from  Slytherin, Mr. Angle. Watch your behavior.”

He nodded, but McGonagall was already gone. Only a small black cat remained. Julian started walking back the way he’d come, headed to the Slytherin common room.

Suddenly, Anastasia Angle skipped down the hallway toward her brother. “Julian!” She grinned. “Haven’t seen you around. What’re you up to?”

“I’ve only got time to keep out of Magnolia’s way.”

“Magnolia Malfoy? She’s in my grade. Magnolia’s bothering you? Oh, gosh, isn’t she a nightmare?”

“Yeah. She’s acting really, err, suspicious lately,” said Julian.

Anastasia looked puzzled. “Well, she is just a suspicious girl, but how suspicious?”

“Quite suspicious,” Julian decided.

“Huh.” She scratched her head. “Should we talk about it in secret?”

Julian, who was not sure he should tell Anastasia at all, leaned on a life-size bronze statue of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. “I guess.”

Anastasia glanced down the empty hall, then tapped the statue’s shoulder thrice. The front half of the statue swung open on invisible hinges, revealing a dimly lit passageway. Anastasia smiled. “After you.”

Juliangaped at the dark staircase that should never have fit inside the statue. “How did you...?”

“You’ll know all this in a few years, too. Hogwarts is just bursting with secrets for us to find.”
Julian took a step, then another, making his way carefully down the stairs. The door closed on him and Anastasia. Around a bend in the passage, a dim light was flickering.

“Okay, what’s suspicious about Malfoy?”

“Um, orders, threatening, unforgivable curse. “

Anastasia just stared, so Julian told her the story.

“Gosh,” Anastasia whispered. “We are dealing with a first class criminal. Attempted killing curse? Chances are she’ll go to Azkaban for this!"