HIDDEN (D.M)

N O T E B OO K

I've been the center of attention ever since I sat at the gryffindor table. Something I really did not want.

I mean I don't get it, what is there to talk about? Has there really never been a Slytherin to sit down at the gryffindor table? I mean they are just houses and tables to sit on for food or studying.

Just because I'm in a house that's 'full of bad people' doesn't make me a bad person or change anything about who I am. Yes Slytherin house does have some bad people, but people like me who aren't bad get misjudged because of it. I hate it.

I've been sleeping in Atticus' room for two weeks now. I don't want to go back there to the dungeons. Not because I'm afraid of the girl who slapped me, but because I don't want to be anywhere where I don't feel welcome.

Here in the gryffindor common room I feel welcomed, I think they noticed I don't act like most bad people in Slytherin. They see the good in me and I appreciate that.

I still try to Ignore Harry, he hasn't done anything bad towards me. No, on the contrary he asks me how I'm doing once In awhile and that's kind of him but I can't do it. It just doesn't seem fair that two amazing parents like lily and James are dead, and I'm here with a bad parent who doesn't deserve to be here.

I feel pity towards him and I don't like to feel that way. His whole life has been chaos and my parents were the cause of it. What's worse is that he doesn't even know I'm the daughter of the people who killed his good chance at having a family.

All because my mom was, and my dad is devoted to the dark lord.

Atticus on the other hand he's been amazing. After classes we go to the quidditch field and practice, it really helps to fly and take my mind off of things. We study but it's cut short because he starts to gossip about people in this place.

Acting like you don't exist really has its perks. You know everyone and everything.

At night we paint each other's nails and toes. He really likes the colours pink and yellow. So him. Then whenever he goes to hogsmeade and buys clothes, he gives me a runway show showing me what he got,  it always makes me laugh seeing how he can go from being all tough and serious to being so playful and cuddly.

The best part about spending more time with Atticus is that I can tell him how I feel or what's on my mind without being judged. Of course sometimes I lie and give half the truth, but as great as it would feel to just tell him everything I can't.

So for now my notebook can be the only one that knows.

My notebook.

Shit. It's still in my room. What if someone gets it? Or if someone finds it? No.

I focus back to the class and raise my hand to ask if I could go to the bathroom feeling desperate to have my notebook in my hands. Professor Trelawney nods her head so I quickly get up from my pillow and run towards the door so I can head over to the common room.

I know there won't be people In the common room, class is still going so I'll be in the clear.

I walk down some stairs and make my way to the dungeons in a hurry. I mutter the weekly password that a first year gave me and push the stone wall open.

I run towards my room and say my password. I push the door open and quickly walk to my desk to see my red notebook still there right where I left it.

"Oh thank god." I say to myself, putting my hand over my head I'm relieved that nobody has gotten it.

I hear the door slowly creek as I was about to turn around. My body stiffens and that feeling of danger starts creeping up on me.

Malfoy.