Harry Potter: End of innocents-01

The obnoxious tale of Magea.

A/N: Okay so, let me just say that I have had my Harry Potter OC for six long years. When she was first created she was a horrible Mary-Sue. I recently have found my old fan fiction and I was laughing every moment, because it was horribly out of canon funny. So I wanted to rewrite her whole main fic and after six years of random dabbles here and there I feel that I’m ready. First thing you should know that this fic takes place during Goblet of Fire early on in the school year. So I hope you enjoy and I might post the original but is rather embarrassing.

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Chloe Magea brushed her burgundy bushy hair in furry, it would never act right. She started to believe that it was even impervious to magic. Curlier and crazier then the mane of her Gryffindor housemate, Hermione Granger. Magea paused for a moment and thought, how much was her hair worth? Well, her family name was worth …what was it? Something to the tune of 650 million Galleons that much gold and her hair was worse then a Mud-Blood? Magea instantly felt a little bad about her thoughts on Granger as she rolled her eyes and threw the brush down on the vanity and stomped over to vast closet. And looked for something to put on.
“Why did I even think that?” Magea mumbled to her self as she looked through her clothing. “Mud-blood, I’m not much better.” She said speaking on the fact that her mother was a quarter vampire and it was a family rumor that there was also some Veela floating around in there also. To most people she was considered pureblood, seeing as the rest of mother was and father was too. A pureblood family with a few blood secrets and questionable wealth. Magea never knew where all of that gold came from, her father would never tell her but it was rumored that it came from some kind of ‘illegal crime ring.”
Given their dark history and their vast wealth the Magea’s ran in the best of circles, The Malfoys, The Blacks, The Yrbantisba’s. It was always thought that Chloe Magea would follow in her mother and father’s footsteps and be Slytherin. But when that time came that that damn sorting hat touched her head it told her…

“Ha! Strange one here, bold too bold. But loyal to end…I know Gryffindor!”

It was a shock to family and all of anyone that they associated with. Hell her father Validus even wrote a pushy howler to Headmaster Dumbledore requesting that he change her house and even offered him compensation for it. But of course it didn’t work, you could not bully Albus Dumbledore. Although Magea felt a lot better when one of her best friends Morgan Travina was placed Ravenclaw, at least she wasn’t the odd one out. Of course Dominique Yrbantisba her other friend was Slytherin true and true at least she got in the right house. Well, there was also Draco too like the others she had been friend with him since child hood...although he always ended up the butt of their jokes a lot.

Magea found something to put on a brown corset and a black bussed skirt. It would do she wasn’t going to a ball she was going to Platform 9 3/4. Just as she got dressed she heard her mother screak from way down stairs of the manor.
“Darling!!” She yelled in that high voice of her’s. Magea looked back in the mirror, smoothed her hair once more and then ran out of her room.
“Coming mum, no need to yell like a banshee!” She said coming down the marble staircase to see her father standing by the door with that look on his handsome dark face. He was a tall handsome black man with a long face and sharp features and he always looked like he was annoyed with everything.
“Come on, love.” Her mother said slipping on her leather traveling gloves. Her mum Decoria was a tall thin painfully beautiful woman. With red cherry hair and light caramel skin. It was that time again, back to Hogwarts back to class and back to the bullshit. Welcome forth year.
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