The young muggleborn Diane Lou Albury gets her Hogwarts letter at last, Starting her first year at Hogwarts in the year 2018.
Throughout her years at Hogwarts she meets peculiar people and makes the greatest friends, but are they all who they seem t...
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˖*. BURNING BETRAYAL .*˖
The teenager felt different tonight. They felt exhausted, drained. And worst of all, devoid of hope.
In the back of their mind, the teenager had always secretly hoped for salvation. Hoping that somebody would come and rescue them before all confidence was lost.
Everything felt heavy. There was no more joy or hope for redemption. All the teenager felt, was an empty pit in their chest.
'You've fought well.' The figure said. 'But no person can halter my aspirations.'
It approached the teenager, crouched down in front of them, and lifted its wand.
The figure mumbled something the teenager could not understand. But they felt it, then. It felt as if they were pushed back, to the very back of their own mind.
The teenager could still see out of their own eyes, smell and feel everything. But they were no longer in control.
That's when they knew, the figure had finally won.
The teenager was now tasked with finding something. An object it had frequently seen before.
And that was what the teenager did. They searched everywhere, sulking around the castle grounds for the entirety of the night. But they did not find what they were looking for.
The figure was furious. It punished the teenager, even if it needn't do that anymore. It knew it was unwise to task the teenager with such an assignment during the day.
And so the teenager was tasked with another objective.
Tomorrow evening, procure the compass. No matter the cost.
And again the teenager woke up that morning, unknowing of anything. Oblivious to the heinous acts they would have to commit that very evening.
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The much dreaded O.W.L.s inched closer every day. Diane had done her best to make copious amounts of notes on every subject and every class, therefore she didn't feel much of the exam stress her friends were taken over by.
Today, she had an appointment with Professor Zabini to discuss her future. Mainly, what job she wanted to practice after her studies. She'd given this much thought already, and no matter how many pamphlets she read, she always seemed to come back to healer.
'I can't wait to see Zabini's face when I tell him I want to be an entertainer.' Lloyd snorted during one of their many study sessions in the music room.
'What classes would you even have to pass for that.' Lorcan questioned, huddled over an enormous book on magical creatures. 'Don't know, we'll find out soon enough.' Lloyd shrugged.
