Prove Them Wrong

Chapter 1 ::: Front Page

Her first day was not at all pleasant. The girls looked at her as if she was trouble and boys kept whistling as they past her. It was as if they knew all about her other life back at Durmstrang.

As she was walking towards Headmaster Dumbledore's office, a girl approached her.

"Aren't you Erika Pinwaters?" the girl asked. She had dark, curly black hair that fell down to her shoulders and pretty ice blue eyes. Even though she had pretty eyes and hair, she still looked like a pit bull. The girl was about Erika's height so she knew that this strange girl must be around the same age.

"Um...yeah?" Erika said, not sure why the girl had asked her who she was. "Who wants to know?"

"Oh my God!" the girl practically yelled. People looked over at her and then at Erika, some people pointed at her and looked down at a Newspaper like thing. Some started to laugh.

Erika stepped back, frightened by the crazy girl. She was seriously weird - and not good weird. Erika thought she needed to be put in a straightjacket.

"Merlin, what the fuck are you yelling about?!" Erika hissed. What was wrong with this girl?

"Congratulations," the girl said, pulling a paper from her book bag. "You've made the first page. Oh, and I'm Pansy, by the way. Pansy Parkinson." Pansy handed the paper over to Erika.

She didn't look at it right away. She looked at Pansy, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Then she looked down and she felt like she wanted to die.

There she was, making out with the professor back in Durmstrang. Underneath it was a headline in bold letters 'Sixteen Year Old Student Found Kissing Professor.' She read the article, and when she was done, she felt like she was spinning. She looked up and saw Pansy smirking at her.

"Last thing we need here is another hoe," Pansy sneered. "We've got enough of them here."

Erika looked at everybody around her. They were all laughing at her, all pointing and laughing.

"Hoe bag!" somebody yelled.

"Slut!" another student said.

"Hey, when do I get a piece of that ass?!" a boy yelled.

"Whore!" It kept going. They were calling her all these awful names, and it literally tore at her heart. She could only hear her rough breathing, the laughs, 'hoe bag,' 'slut,' and 'whore.' She turned around and headed up the stairs to Dumbledore office. She opened the door without knocking and wiping away her tears, slammed the Daily Prophet down on the desk.

"WHO THE FUCK GAVE SOMEBODY PERMISSION TO FUCKING TYPE THIS?" Erika shouted. She looked at the name. "WHO THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL IS RITA SKEETER?"

"Ah," the old man said softly. "You must be Miss Erika Pinwaters. I take it your first few minutes here at Hogwarts hasn't been so pleasant?"

"YOU'RE BLOODY FUCKING RIGHT IT HASN'T BEEN PLEASANT! DID YOU HEAR WHAT THEY WERE CALLING ME OUT THERE?" Erika was outraged that this story had been allowed to be published - to be allowed in the public eye.

"Actually, I did not, Miss Pinwaters," Dumbledore said. "This office has been soundproofed magically. I would rather not hear what young people are talking about these days. But I can tell from your tears that it was not very nice."

"I DO NOT THINK 'HOE BAG' AND 'WHORE' AND 'SLUT' ARE LABELED AS NICE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS FUCKING SCHOOL? MY PARENTS TOLD ME THAT THIS SCHOOL IS TO BE THE MOST RESPECTED SCHOOLS IN LONDON! I DO NOT SEEM TO BE GETTING ANY OF THIS SO-CALLED 'RESPECT!'"

"Miss Pinwaters, please calm down," Dumbledore said. "You must remember that it was only a small fraction of the school. There are a lot more students here than the ones you met in the hallway, and a lot nicer students as well. You have nothing to worry about. The whole school will not bully you."

"THE WHOLE FUCKING SCHOOL WILL KNOW WHO THE NEW GIRL IS BY TOMORROW! OH AND BY THE WAY WHERE DOES THAT COW, PANSY PARKINSON, GET AWAY WITH TELLING THERE ARE ENOUGH HOES HERE?"

"Trust me, Miss Parkinson will be in here tomorrow morning. I will be giving her a detention for her inexcusable behavior. If she keeps on bothering you, please, tell me. She will either be suspended or expelled depending on exactly what she had said to you."

"I do not need you to fight my own battles, Porfessor," Erika hissed, calming down a bit, although she was still enraged by all of this. "I can handle it. I have all ready been called a hoe, and a slut, and a whore. I do not need tattletale added to that list."

"Miss Pinwaters," Dumbledore said, "Miss Parkinson can get pretty cruel. I am afraid she will send you over the edge."

"Miss Parkinson will NOT send me over the edge," Erika said fierce fully. "Back in Durmstrang, besides the obvious name callings of being all the names I was just called today, I was one of the top witches in my year. If anybody will be pushing anybody over the edge, it will be I pushing her over the edge."

"Now Miss Pinwaters, from what I've heard - not that I'm one to gossip - you have been called a lot of nasty names. I am sure that murderer is not one that you need to be another name for you."

"Oh, I'm not going to kill her. I am just going to prove to little Miss Pansy that I am better than her in every way. I can send her over the edge mentally. No matter what, I will prove to her and to every bloody person in this fucking school that I am better than they think. I will make them stop thinking I am a hoe, slut, and whore. I will get some fucking respect. I will get attention, but not for my old life back at Durmstrang. I will get attention for proving them wrong. By all means I will. I don't care what it takes. I will earn the respect and attention I deserve."

"I have no doubt in my mind that you won't get it," Dumbledore said, stunned by what he was hearing. This young girl that he'd heard about from the Daily Prophet and wizard news was much stronger than he had imagined. He had thought that he would be getting a broken, misunderstood, mislead teenager that would need help, not a strong, independent woman who could fight for herself.

And if she needed some help coping from all the rumors, he knew exactly who could help her, for he knew exactly what it felt like to be ridiculed in front of everybody and to be made fun of in front of the public eye