Skys Pov.

James, Freddie and I walked into DADA, James eyes widening. We were the only ones in here; we always come early- an hour early because we don't know what else to do with our time.

"Dad?" James said.

Harry Potter turned towards us, his emrald green eyes and black hair shocking me. He looked just like Percy, but he had glasses and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, hidden by his messy, untamable black hair.

"James, Fred! How's your year going so far?"

"Brilliant! Gryffindor is awesome!" Freddie exclaimed.

"Yeah! Oh- and this is our friend, Skylar." Freddie finished.

"Sky. Freddie, how bout I start calling you Fredward?" He paled.

"If you don't want that, then don't call me Skylar. Cuz its Sky." I turned towards him.

"Anyway! I'm Sky Smith, first year Gryffindor, obviously. From America, actually. Muggleborn, don't really see my daddy.... He lives in the Empire State Building in New York... I live in Manhattan, fifth time at somesort of boarding school, diffrent one everyear...."

"You've been to boarding school?"

I nodded my head of jet black hair glummly. "My, er....mother..." I said mother a bit distastefully. We don't have very good memmories..... "She doesn't have time for me.. to take care of me... works as a model... twenty seven.... stupid Cover Girl and Vogue. Doesn't even see me. I only see her every summer, like I don't know, two weeks in total all spread out... during summer vacation, Inlive with Aunt Sally (my godmother), and Percy (my godbrother). Oh, and last year, Percy and I went to a really cool camp. We go there every summer, for like, three quarders of it."

"Your mums a model? You don't seem like the girly girl type."

I rolled my electric blue eyes at James. "I'm not. I'll never be- I like the jerseys, pranks, I don't really do my homework, have a messy room at home, play football, soccer, basicly the oppisite of my mum. I tried running away, like ten times. I was always found. That's why we get into fights alot- we're so diffrent. Last time she saw my dad...."

"What happened?" Freddie said with a smirk in his eyes.

"She got extremely pissed for him leaving her. But he had to... its some sort of rule... I don't know, but she blamed him for me, which I totally understand, but still. Lately, she's been trying to spend time with me. Before school started, she took me to a Yankees game with Percy, our friends Grover, and Annabeth. It was hillarious! She was so disgusted at how we all loved those ballpark hot dogs- there very good- and left during.... well, the game didnt even start, actually."

"That is hillarious!" James laughed. soon the class piled in.

Proffessor Brooks, the DADA teacher, took attendance. She went down the list, and when she called, 'Potter, James', he was all like, yo. I dared him. she glared at him.

"Smith, Skylar Hera." That's right. my middle names Hera. My mom wanted Hera to be nice to me.

"Hi, and its Sky, teach."

"Teach? It's Professor Brooks."

"Oh, uh, sorry. Nice to meet ya, Professor."

"You as well, gracious," she said with clear distaste. With a snear on her lips, she called the last few names, and looked at me, like she wanted to attack me. Isn't she nice?

Mr. Potter went into a lecture about whatever it was, and then Ron and Hermione appeared. They began to talk, and then some child came in.

"Yes, Mr. Howard?" Brooks asked the kid. "Uhm... McGonagoll wants to see Sky, and uh.... thats it."

Di immortals. What did I do this time?

I trampled to the headmistresses office, and walked in. And there was.....

Dad.

Edited on:

November 24 2014