The lights are off. The house is dark. The place is silent. I open the front door and attempt to drunkenly climb the stairs, silently praying that no one will here me.

Bam.

The lights flick on. I bring my hand up to cover my eyes my poor eyes that are being blinded by this light. It is obviously when I'm still a tiny bit drunk that my dad decides to go all dramatic with the lights.

'Blake Ivy Wood what time do you call this?' He shouted at me. Yes, shouted. Does he need to be so loud?

'It's only three O'clock' I told him, still trying to run up stairs.

'Come back down here Blake!'

'We'll deal with this in the morning!' I shouted back at him.

'It is the morning!'

'Whatever Dad!'

Bam.

Dad puts the light on again. I don't know what it is with him and suddenly putting the lights on at the moment. I think I need to tell him to stop it.

'Stop doing the whole dramatic light switch on thing.' I grumbled, rolling over and covering my head in the pillow.

"Stop going out to parties' He yelled back.

'What did I do now?' I gave in.

'Read the prophet, that may refresh your memory' He shouted again, throwing the pieces of paper at me.

Great. Just great.

It was the prophets list of the top ten 'wild childs'.

I wonder where I made it to.

Finally I found myself.

In number two comes none other than Blake Wood, who we've watched had our eyes on since she was in diapers. Whilst both Oliver Wood and Katie Bell can control their successful quidditch teams with ease, they seem to have a much harder time controlling their teenage daughter. Throwing huge parties, swearing at the press as much as possible and being drunk every time the paparazzi's out, there is no other word to describe the queen of out of control: Blare Wood is notorious.

How dare she. How can they write about me like that.

'So now do you see the problem?' My dad asked, noticing my angered look as I finished the piece.

'Yeah! She spelt my name wrong!' I howled.

'Blake, do you honestly think thats the problem?' He asked me again.

'Yeah, she writes about me everyday and yet she thinks I'm called Blare! I am writing and angry letter to the daily prophet demanding that they fire Riley Skeeter!' I said, storming out of my bed.

'What about the position you came on the list?' My dad reminded me.

'Honestly I can not even think about that when it is out there that my name is Blare!' I told him.

'Blake, you are number two on the wild child list! Do you not think that is a cause for concern?' He scolded.

'It's ridiculous, when it comes to notoriousness, I have got to be number one!, who got to number one anyway?' I asked, now on a complete rampage around the room.

Number one: James Potter. Do we need to say more? The son of the savior of the wizarding world Harry Potter had it all from the second he was born, money, fame and looks that are jaw droopingly sexy. So what did he do with all of this? He used everything he had to become one of the most scandalous teenagers on the planet. In the last year, his adventures have included getting kicked out of every bar in london, being seen with a different woman every night and throwing the infamous party at the ministry of magic. With the new year comes new gossip and new scandals, and undoubtedly James Potter will have something to do with them.

'So just because I didn't throw a huge party and almost destroy some famous building I didn't make it to number one? I could have held a huge party like that, I just wouldn't be stupid enough to get caught!' I shouted back.

"Blake, I just don't understand this behaviour!' Dad shouted at me, stomping his fist on the table. 'Why do you do it? Why do you put me through this stuff as if you're proud to be notorious? What do you want from me Blake? Is it a desperate cry for attention because I am trying here, but I need you to tell me what it is?' He shouted again.

'Dad, did you ever think that I like to party and I just have cameras following me around anytime I do so?' I asked him.

'Blake, grow up! You have a year until you leave Hogwarts. Who is going to hire the socialite who won't be at work every morning because she's hungover?"

'Oh, socialite, that sounds like a good job' I told him.

'It's the Potter's end of summer barbeque today' He told me, 'You can come if you want but none of this 'notorious' business' He warned me.

Like I'd listen to him.

'Oliver!' came the sweet voice of Angelina Weasley as she opened the door to allow us in. She gave my dad a hug before turning to me.

'Hey Blake, feeling okay?' she asked me. I won't even deny it. I love Angelina. She's been like a mum to me my whole life. I went to her when I got my first crush, when I got my first period and many other times in my life. When it was a 'girl problem' that I couldn't go to dad for, it was strait over to the Weasley's for some girl talk with Angelina and Roxy.

Roxy was my best friend. Like best friend. She was amazing and though she was not as notorious as myself, she was as ignorant as me to the rules. One of the many reasons why I love her. No one else could be trusted as my partner in crime.

'Blake!' she called to me, running through the crowd to give me a hug.

'Hey Roxy!' I laughed.

'The number two biggest wild child in britain' she joked.

'Don't be jealous because you only made it to number eight! I'm ashamed of you Roxanne Weasley' I chuckled.

'So am I! I can't believe they described me as 'merely the prankster of a generation', I am so much more than that' She smirked.

'It's because you have far more decency than Wood here' A voice came from behind us, to which I turned towards to see the snickering face of James Potter.

'Potter' I snarled.

'Don't be bitter Wood that I made it to number one and you were only number two' He said, smugness filling his voice. 'It isn't that good, is it Blare?'

'Oh, I'm sorry Jamie, are you enjoying your little party?' I asked.

'Don't call me Jamie' he said through gritted teeth.

'Well then don't call me Blare! I mean, thats a owls name' I shouted at him.

'No its not, I've met a couple of Blares...' Potter started.

'What your whores?' I asked him.

In case you hadn't noticed, I hated James Potter. I loathed him. I despised him. I detested him.

'I'm bored' Roxy said out of the blue, walking off whilst Potter and I were still shooting daggers at one another.

'You do realize that I can actually get people to sleep with me without paying them to, don't you?' He told me in a threatening tone.

'Really? Because you couldn't pay me enough to sleep with you' I told him.

'So how much do you usually get paid?' He asked me. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM.

'You're an idiot' I told him. That was my response? Well done Blake, you've really outsmarted yourself now. Out of all the insults, that is the only one that managed to escape my lips?

'Isn't that an Owls name?' He mocked me, practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

'Blake!' A soft, caring voice called out to me. But I just wanted it to shut up. I needed it to shut up. I hated it as much as I hated Potter. The delicate hand fell upon my shoulder and I turned to see someone who resembled me in so many ways smiling behind me. This was Katie Bell. This stupid bitch was my mother.

I use the term mother loosely. Basically, she got pregnant and gave birth to me. Basically, she gave me her genes. So whilst she may biologically be my mother, really, she was just the person who got pregnant with the person who happened to be me.

'Katie' I stated, disgust in my voice. The tension in the air was so thick that even Potter could sense he would be choking on it if he stayed in the area. 'To what do I owe this awful visit'

'I just came to see how you are' She told me, trying to remain chirpy and ignorant to my comments.

'Fuck off' I told her pushing her out of the way and storming angrily past her.

You may need me to explain this 'unusual' behaviour.

Basically, Katie and my Dad were kind of together, and when people are together, they have sex. I'm sure I don't need to explain to you what that is though.

So Katie and Dad had sex, and sometimes when two people have sex, the woman gets pregnant.

So guess what happened to Katie?

You guessed right, she was pregnant. But at this time, she didn't want a baby on her hands, she wanted to focus on her quidditch career.

Katie thought she was too young for a baby and it would ruin her life. She had her options. She was going to either abort me or give me up for adoption.

She told my dad of course that she was pregnant, so being three years older than her, he felt he was ready to have a baby.

He even asked her to marry him.

But of course, mum didn't want a baby, she didn't want to settle down or be held back in life.

She decided not to abort me, and on the 29th April 2005, she had a little baby girl. Do you know what hurt the most? She couldn't even hold the little tiny innocent baby. She acted as if it wasn't there. She went away knowing that a part of her was still here.

That little girl was called Blake Ivy Wood.

But guess who showed up at the station the day I was about to begin my first year at Hogwarts? And guess who had been trying to weasel her way into my life ever since?

So for obvious reasons, I wouldn't consider myself a huge fan of Katie, in fact, its bad enough that people like the prophet even call me her daughter.

Its still worse that they called me Blare though.

The drinks table was calling to me and although I could imagine the disappointment on Katie's face after her attempt at bonding with me and I could feel Dad's eyes burning into the back of my head as I picked up a bottle of fire whiskey and downed it, I could barely even care. Then again, when did I ever care?

I guess thats why I'm number two then.

A bit of a rebel.

I don't play by the rules and I don't listen to the rules.

But then again, who would if you're as sexy as me?

Hey! It's a new story which I hope you enjoy.

I know some people are a little OOC but I'll hope you'll stick with me for what I have planned for this story.

Speaking of the stories future...

Next chapter:

"Finally, once this banquet has finished and you have all been released from the great hall, I would like to speak to James Potter and Blake Wood in my office. Please enjoy your meal, and remember that lessons star at precisely nine O'clock tomorrow morning'

"What does she need to speak to you about?" Roxy asked, shoving a roll of bread into her mouth.

"I don't know" I replied, shaking at the thought of being so close to James again. I turned my head over to the position on the table were he was sitting. By the looks of things, he was still unable to speak, which cheered me up. Then again, on the way down to McGonagall's office, he'd probably be begging me to help him and say his name.

Now I just needed to decide if I was going to.

Hope you enjoy if you're reading this!