Changing the Plot: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

AMAIRA'S POV—

Stupid Potter!! What's with him and Weasel? Those two and their precious friend, Granger, always get exempted from punishment, when the fault is them. Today, that Weasel and Potter used the magic car to Hogwarts, and they didn't get any sort of punishment. If Dumbledore was reigned free, then he would have given them house points for this stunt of theirs. Although, it must have been nice to ride in a flying car.

Argh! What am I thinking? It doesn't matter whether it feels nice or not, what matters is the blatant abuse of power. Dumbledore obviously favours them, but no one has the gut to tell him anything.

McGonagall. Don't get me started about her. She doesn't leave a single chance to antagonize me and my fellow Slytherins. I really hate her. Even though, I am better in Transfiguration than everyone, even better than that Granger, but McGonagall always hands point to the Gryffindors like candies.

Flitwick and Sprout are fine professors whereas, Professor Snape is the best professor. People say he favours the Slytherin house, and I won't deny it. If others can blatantly favour Gryffindors then, why shouldn't he favour us?

I sighed heavily. Currently, I am cleaning McGonagall's office as punishment. Don't think that I did something wrong. No, I just confronted her on her biased behaviour, which she got angry about and punished me. Not only that but also, she took our house points. I mean, 50 points. Can you believe that? What happened afterward was that, the entire Slytherin house got angry at me and, so did my friends. They believe that it was my fault. Can't they see that I tried to stand up for us? I raised my voice for them, for me, for all of us.

"You are correct, Host," said an unknown voice. Knowing that nobody was here except me, I tried to find the source of voice. But there was no one.

Is someone playing a prank on me? Weasley twins, maybe or some other Gryffindor. It might may be a member of my house. Are they so despicable that would try to take revenge on me? Their house member?

I said, "Who's there? Come out! Face me bravely, you coward!"

"I am sorry, Host. You are still not that powerful to see me yet," said the same voice.

Again? Do they believe that I would be scared from this little prank of theirs? Angry, I yelled, "It won't scare me. Stop this little prank of yours and come out."

"Host, please understand that you have not reached the level to see me."

Host? What's with this Host? I said, "If I can't see you then, where are you?"

It replied, "Inside your head." Ok, either this is definitely a prank or, I have gone mad. I said, "So, you are inside my head? What kind of sick joke is this?"

"Host! Please believe me," I don't think I will believe it just like that, "what to do? What to do? Yes!! Host, I can prove you that I am not joking with you. Look in front of you." Suddenly, a glowing square think appeared in front of me. It was translucent in nature. But what shocked was that my name was written on it.

|Name- Amaira Malfoy|

|Age- 14|

|Gender- Female|

|Level- 1|

|Men Conquered- Zero|

What the fuck is this? I pinched myself to see, if I was seeing an illusion. But as I pinched myself, I felt sharp pain. Fuck!! It's real. Whatever that I heard and seeing are real. Scared, I stuttered, "W-what a-are y-you?"

It replied, "I am a system, the Plot Changer System, Host. My name is Liam. I am your system. I am here to change your life into a better one."

What does he mean by 'Your system?' Calming myself, I asked, "You are my system? Why do I even need you for?"

"Good question, Host. As I said before, I am here to change your life into a better one."

Hmm? Now, it certainly has my interest. I asked, "What do you mean by this? Is my life bad or something?" his words clicked me suddenly, "I am in trouble in future, ain't I?"

Hearing my words, it became quiet. After several seconds, it said, "Yes."

"How?"

"I don't know how to say this Host. Have you ever read novels or story books?"

Frowning, I answered, "Yes. But what does it have to do with this?"

It asked, "Do you know that except the main villain there's a sub-villain in these stories?"

Confused, I replied, "Yeah. But—"

"That's it, Host. You are that sub-villain," it interrupted me. Shocked by his words, I uttered only one word. I asked, "What?"