The Idiot One That Lived

I have never FALLEN in love with anybody and with so much PASSION, and Lauren Kate can testify to that. She is my aunt and though her and my mum Becca Fitzpatrick don't get along very well, I really don't care. At one point when I didn't see her for a week, Lauren Kate I mean, it became sort of a TORMENT for me. It pissed Becca off so much she gave me the SILENCE - I mean - silent treatment.

Perhaps that's why I fell so deeply for him. With his eye glasses and lightening both scar on his forehead, and THE SORCERER'S STONE that made him feel like he was on top of the world. He even had a nice house which had a room he called THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS where we did things that would make even Ginny's face redder than her horrible hair.

I think that's the main reason why I could never gain admission into Hogwarts (they said something about my transcripts from Norgards not being complete) because Jk Rowling always wanted Ginny to be with Harry but Harry was into Russian Africans more so he chose me. That's why JK was happy when things went down hill for me and Harry.

Three years into our relationship, JK Rowling revealed that Harry's godfather was the notorious PRISONER OF AZKABAN , and that he was going to try and torture me so that Harry could steal THE GOBLET OF FIRE whose fire was a form of ELIXIR. If only Hilary Duff, my selfish half sister had listened to me she would have never written that book.

"But," I started, a little confused. "If your godfather needs an elixir, why doesnt' he use The sorcerer's stone.. You are in POSSESSION of it aren't you, I heard you an Elana Johnson talking about it in Orson Scott Card's PATHFINDER."

"It's more complicated than you think Avgusta!" he replied sharply.

"How?" I demanded.

"I cannot explain it Avgusta," he said to me impatiently. "We can't STAY here, my aunt Deb Calletti has a house in Newyork, that's where we are going."

"Newyork?" I said, startled. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You're starting to piss me off Avgusta Vladimirovna," he said to me. He always pronounced my full name when he was angry. I could see a streak of light run across his lighening scar. "He'll explain everything to you when we get there."

"Who?"

With a lot of frustration, Harry pulled out a paper from his pocket and chucked it at me. 

I gasped with excitement when I opened it, and read the name on it. WE WERE GOING TO SEE PERCY JACKSON.