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As I did with my other fanfiction, I copied this straight from fanfiction.net. Please go there and review it if you like! Thanks!
Hello everyone! Finally a version of this story I am happy with! I hope to publish a chapter every Saturday until this story is finally complete. Just as a minor background note, this is the updated, revised, re-edited, turned, flipped around, better version of the first official fan-fiction I wrote when I was known as Jean Cay, and then Haras Railfcm, about 9 years ago. Back then it was a full Mary-Sue, but I didn't know that. I had so many versions of the first chapter of this story, many of them really badly written I see now that I look back. Sarah went away for a few years, then came back when Meda, a LOTR fanfic character, came to me. Sarah waited in the background, her story different and changing every so often as I wrote Narnia: The Musical. In December of 2007, her story finally came out completely, and this story was put on the front burner again. I began doing my "research" and reread the entire Harry Potter series book after book to refresh my brain and make notes. Having completed the 40 chapter fanfiction Narnia: The Musical, I have grown so much as a writer, so I hope with my still learning and refining writing skills and Sarah's willingess to tell everyone her FULL story, no acceptions, nothing made up to cover the not so pretty parts, we will create a story that you, our beloved reader, will enjoy. As a slight warning, as I stated before, this did start as a Mary-Sue so many years ago, and even though many, and I do mean many, things have changed about Sarah and her story, the basic parts are still there, so sometimes there may be a hint of the Mary-Sue she used to be, but please know that's only a slight tribute, you could say, to the writer who started writing this story in a classroom 9 years ago.
Thank you, and on behalf of both Sarah and I, please enjoy, Harry Potter and the American Invasion.
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Prologue
The large front doors to the McFlair estate flew open.
“The most…infuriating, immature, impossible, im-…UG!” shrieked fifteen year old Sarah McFlair.
She stormed inside the formerly peaceful and ornate entrance hall of her 22-story home in Malibu, California.
Her temper having taken control yet again, the redhead slammed the front doors with all her non-magical might, and that by itself was enough force on its own to make an entire room vibrate, but not this magic house. Not even the hangers in the immense closets used for parties rattled.
The noise was heard, however, by Mrs. McFlair, who flew down the grand staircase to her daughter, who stormed right past her, up the staircase, and to the elevators.
“Sarah, what in the world is the matter?! I could hear you all the way up in the lounge!” she exclaimed in her thick Greek accent.
Sarah responded with silence and pressed the button to call the elevator. Callista could hear her daughter’s heavy breathing, and as she got closer, saw the familiar “look of death” on Sarah’s face. If Sarah could kills with one look, her “look of death”, as her family called it, would. Sarah glared at the elevator with so much anger in her eyes it looked as if the elevator was the cause of her problem, and she was trying to make lasers come out of her eyes and burn holes through it.
Callista waited for the elevator to come as well, and was quiet as they rode up to Sarah’s room on the 20th floor. She followed Sarah as she punched in the security code and the doors to her room opened. As soon as Callista shut the doors, Sarah erupted again.
“Four years! Four! I’ve know them for four years and this is how they treat me! They act like I’ve always been a follower! And Amelia and I were best friends for three years! And then for Jacob to go along with them?! I can’t believe it!”
At ‘believe’, Sarah’s hair turned from fiery red to a head of actual flames. Her green eyes turned a bright white, and the air around her began to swirl. Callista knew she had to calm her Srib daughter down quickly before she destroyed something again. Having a Srib for a daughter meant that Sarah could do magic without a wand, unlike the majority of the magical community to which she and her family belonged. But something that many would think a luxury was actually more of a burden, especially during the teenage years.
When a Srib hits puberty, their full powers begin coming in, many times in giant spurts, which has many side-effects. Sarah already had a fiery temper, and when she lost it, she lost control of her power, like she was doing at the moment.
“Sarah,” said her mother calmly, “please take a deep breath, calm down, and tell me what happened. Did your friends and you have another fight?”
“The last one we will ever have!” Sarah shouted. “I only have Liz, Maggie, and Rose now! They don’t have a problem with me having a brain of my own! I told Jacob, my now ex-boyfriend, Amelia, Mary, Mike, and Elaine, all people who I’ve been ‘friends’ with for at least four years, about how I made my final decision to go abroad next year, and then they got all upset because ‘that’s not what we decided.’ ‘We’?! Who is this ‘we’?! This isn’t the first time they’ve been mad because I did something without discussing it with the rest of the clique- because, oh yes,” Sarah’s voice shook with anger, “I see now that that’s what they have- a clique. A clique that if you do so much as even think about breathing without discussing it and making sure everyone is ok with it, then oh my gosh, what did you do, the WORLD IS GOING TO END! Well I told them that this is it! I am through with them! I’m leaving the country in two months, and don’t bother writing me! And my boyfriend stood there and argued along with them! It’s not like I hadn’t talked about it with any of them before! I’ve been thinking and planning this for months! Who needs them anyway?!”
Sarah’s voice quieted and her appearance returned to normal. The air stopped swirling. Callista could see a hint of sadness at the loss of the majority of her closest friends mixing in with the anger on Sarah’s face.
“You were right Sarah, you don’t need people like that,” Callista said, walking over to her daughter. “I’m glad you know that and stood up for yourself, but I just wish you’d control your temper more.”
“I didn’t blow up or do anything magical until just now, so that’s at least some improvement,” remarked Sarah, now drained from her outburst.
Callista smirked. “True.” She held up an envelope. “Guess what came?”
Sarah, rubbing her eyes, sighed. “The letter that will tell me which School of Magic around the world will get the experience of having a Srib who can’t control her powers or temper?” she asked sarcastically.
“Exactly.”
Sarah’s eyes popped open.
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More to come! I welcome constructive critiscm and any reviews that let me know my work is enjoyed!
Hello everyone! Finally a version of this story I am happy with! I hope to publish a chapter every Saturday until this story is finally complete. Just as a minor background note, this is the updated, revised, re-edited, turned, flipped around, better version of the first official fan-fiction I wrote when I was known as Jean Cay, and then Haras Railfcm, about 9 years ago. Back then it was a full Mary-Sue, but I didn't know that. I had so many versions of the first chapter of this story, many of them really badly written I see now that I look back. Sarah went away for a few years, then came back when Meda, a LOTR fanfic character, came to me. Sarah waited in the background, her story different and changing every so often as I wrote Narnia: The Musical. In December of 2007, her story finally came out completely, and this story was put on the front burner again. I began doing my "research" and reread the entire Harry Potter series book after book to refresh my brain and make notes. Having completed the 40 chapter fanfiction Narnia: The Musical, I have grown so much as a writer, so I hope with my still learning and refining writing skills and Sarah's willingess to tell everyone her FULL story, no acceptions, nothing made up to cover the not so pretty parts, we will create a story that you, our beloved reader, will enjoy. As a slight warning, as I stated before, this did start as a Mary-Sue so many years ago, and even though many, and I do mean many, things have changed about Sarah and her story, the basic parts are still there, so sometimes there may be a hint of the Mary-Sue she used to be, but please know that's only a slight tribute, you could say, to the writer who started writing this story in a classroom 9 years ago.
Thank you, and on behalf of both Sarah and I, please enjoy, Harry Potter and the American Invasion.
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Prologue
The large front doors to the McFlair estate flew open.
“The most…infuriating, immature, impossible, im-…UG!” shrieked fifteen year old Sarah McFlair.
She stormed inside the formerly peaceful and ornate entrance hall of her 22-story home in Malibu, California.
Her temper having taken control yet again, the redhead slammed the front doors with all her non-magical might, and that by itself was enough force on its own to make an entire room vibrate, but not this magic house. Not even the hangers in the immense closets used for parties rattled.
The noise was heard, however, by Mrs. McFlair, who flew down the grand staircase to her daughter, who stormed right past her, up the staircase, and to the elevators.
“Sarah, what in the world is the matter?! I could hear you all the way up in the lounge!” she exclaimed in her thick Greek accent.
Sarah responded with silence and pressed the button to call the elevator. Callista could hear her daughter’s heavy breathing, and as she got closer, saw the familiar “look of death” on Sarah’s face. If Sarah could kills with one look, her “look of death”, as her family called it, would. Sarah glared at the elevator with so much anger in her eyes it looked as if the elevator was the cause of her problem, and she was trying to make lasers come out of her eyes and burn holes through it.
Callista waited for the elevator to come as well, and was quiet as they rode up to Sarah’s room on the 20th floor. She followed Sarah as she punched in the security code and the doors to her room opened. As soon as Callista shut the doors, Sarah erupted again.
“Four years! Four! I’ve know them for four years and this is how they treat me! They act like I’ve always been a follower! And Amelia and I were best friends for three years! And then for Jacob to go along with them?! I can’t believe it!”
At ‘believe’, Sarah’s hair turned from fiery red to a head of actual flames. Her green eyes turned a bright white, and the air around her began to swirl. Callista knew she had to calm her Srib daughter down quickly before she destroyed something again. Having a Srib for a daughter meant that Sarah could do magic without a wand, unlike the majority of the magical community to which she and her family belonged. But something that many would think a luxury was actually more of a burden, especially during the teenage years.
When a Srib hits puberty, their full powers begin coming in, many times in giant spurts, which has many side-effects. Sarah already had a fiery temper, and when she lost it, she lost control of her power, like she was doing at the moment.
“Sarah,” said her mother calmly, “please take a deep breath, calm down, and tell me what happened. Did your friends and you have another fight?”
“The last one we will ever have!” Sarah shouted. “I only have Liz, Maggie, and Rose now! They don’t have a problem with me having a brain of my own! I told Jacob, my now ex-boyfriend, Amelia, Mary, Mike, and Elaine, all people who I’ve been ‘friends’ with for at least four years, about how I made my final decision to go abroad next year, and then they got all upset because ‘that’s not what we decided.’ ‘We’?! Who is this ‘we’?! This isn’t the first time they’ve been mad because I did something without discussing it with the rest of the clique- because, oh yes,” Sarah’s voice shook with anger, “I see now that that’s what they have- a clique. A clique that if you do so much as even think about breathing without discussing it and making sure everyone is ok with it, then oh my gosh, what did you do, the WORLD IS GOING TO END! Well I told them that this is it! I am through with them! I’m leaving the country in two months, and don’t bother writing me! And my boyfriend stood there and argued along with them! It’s not like I hadn’t talked about it with any of them before! I’ve been thinking and planning this for months! Who needs them anyway?!”
Sarah’s voice quieted and her appearance returned to normal. The air stopped swirling. Callista could see a hint of sadness at the loss of the majority of her closest friends mixing in with the anger on Sarah’s face.
“You were right Sarah, you don’t need people like that,” Callista said, walking over to her daughter. “I’m glad you know that and stood up for yourself, but I just wish you’d control your temper more.”
“I didn’t blow up or do anything magical until just now, so that’s at least some improvement,” remarked Sarah, now drained from her outburst.
Callista smirked. “True.” She held up an envelope. “Guess what came?”
Sarah, rubbing her eyes, sighed. “The letter that will tell me which School of Magic around the world will get the experience of having a Srib who can’t control her powers or temper?” she asked sarcastically.
“Exactly.”
Sarah’s eyes popped open.
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More to come! I welcome constructive critiscm and any reviews that let me know my work is enjoyed!
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