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Okay...

Next part...

After this, I'll start talking about his actual second year at Hogwarts... but I figured this might be cool to write.

Part 7: PINK

Jake Upstead: 10 years old

Jake had a favourite pair of shoes.

They were pink.

Bright pink.

And he loved them.

"I wish you wouldn't insist on wearing those ghastly things," Jake's mother remarked, as her son strolled about their large house, looking for something to do. "They really are grotesque... How old are they?"

Shrugging at his mother, Jake glanced down at his small feet. He hadn't grown in a while, but since he had found them, when they were too big, his feet had grown, and now Jake had to cope with cramped feet whenever he wore them... but-

"I love them," the boy replied simply, curling a strand of his dark blond hair around his finger. The locks had started off being bright blond when he was younger, and were rapidly turning dark. Probably all the time he spent inside. Since he'd been expelled, Jake had avoided any chances of going outside the relative safety of his home. Whenever his mother tried to pull him, he had screamed and screamed... and his mother always gave in.

Shaking her head disbelievingly at her son, Brooke smirked somewhat. "Didn't you find them? They're disgusting!" she added, eyeing his feet disdainfully. "I like your purple shoes better than... those. Pink..." she trailed off.

"I like pink," Jake replied firmly.

"But-"

"Love it."

Nod.

Jake Upstead: Twelve years old

I. HATE. PINK!

HATE IT!

I mean, really... my little brother turned my hair BRIGHT PINK!

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!

Okay... I suppose I should calm down and start from the beginning... maybe tell you how exactly I managed to get a brother. Ugh, well...

So, I came home on the train... with nowhere to go. At the train station, I ended up calling my social worker, and she found me a home to stay at for a few days whilst she tried to find me somewhere else. I'm not going back to my mothers house. That's it.

Soooooo, after about a week, my social worker told me she'd found my dad's address, and she took me there.

Well... turns out I have a half brother, who is like six. His name is Dale, which is funnily enough one of my middle names. Dad must have had a say in naming either of us. My dad also MARRIED someone like a few weeks ago... and guess who my step-sister is?

REESE NORTHWAY!

'Cept now she's gonna be an Upstead too. She has this brother, Ryan, who is older than Hogwarts age... he's a squib, though... so...

Yeah.

Okay, SO! After an eventful few days, in which I totally crashed Reese's party (teehee) things calmed down and stuff... and then Dale... DALE the little... he found my wand... and turned my hair PINK.

PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK!

And THEN stupid Ryan put this brown potion on my hair, as if it would turn it dark again.

It didn't. My hair is pink.

Dad took me to St. Mungo's... oh that was an eventful journey. Kicking and screaming just didn't work on him. Not this time. But at least the Healer gave me a lollipop.

So, now... for the next two years, I'm gonna have pink hair.

This fails.

(Oh yeah, and apparently Jack and John got killed. Not the best summer.)