Third Year, Summer- 3

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Summer 1993 ( after the second year) - y/n's diary

- I need help
-anxiety ?
-depression?
-pushing people away for no reason.

I started writing in this book you could call diary sometimes i write stories sometimes just some words or key words and sometimes i just read over what i wrote and cry.I don't cry in front of people, only at night sometimes. .I am strong, just not right now...

It was Harry's birthday yesterday so I send him a book about quidditch. I hope he likes it because i know it must be hard for him over the summers. After all we all go through something, right ?

It is like 5 am in the morning right now but the sound outside woke me up like an hour ago and my mood is low so read over my diary to get it out.

I dress up and walk out of my room.

As I come into the kitchen I see Daily Prophet on the table. I eat porridge while reading about break out from Azkaban, Sirius Black the Mass murderer. When I am about to leave to go to my room, my mum comes from her room I quickly say ''good morning'' before slaps me across the face.

I stare at her shocked. Why would she do that, what did I do? And my questions are answered when she started yelling at me:

''You think I wouldn't find out? About you hanging out with the mudblood, blood- traitor, and that half-blood? ''she yelled.

I still stare at her in disbelief and disgust. Blood runs down my cheek from the impact of her nails on my skin. My mother is a pure-blood, even though we don't live in a manor and don't act like one my mom is still very strict about associating ourselves with purebloods, she is still very proud to be pureblooded and says that marrying muggle-born was the biggest mistake of her life. She is very close with Lucius Malfoy from the ministry who has a son Draco Malfoy who I suppose mentioned me hanging out with ,,the wrong sort,, to his Father and Lucius talked to my mum.

''SO WHAT IF I AM !'' I yell at her with the same tone she yelled at me confidently

''THEN YOU CAN PACK YOUR FUCKING BAG AND GET OUT! I don't want to see you and your ugly face for the rest of the summer!''She yells at me, expecting me to beg her to stay home and stop talking to my new friends

''FINE!'' I yell at her back and storm to my room and pack my trunk and bag. I also take out my extra money for traveling and head back to the front door of the apartment.

She stares at me angrily but surprised at the same as I walk out of the door yelling ''BYE! MOM'' emphasizing the mom and walking down to the street.

I take a normal bus to the Leaky Cauldron because it is the first magical and closest place I can think of.  When I arrive, dry blood still on my cheek I ask Tom the caretaker for a room for the next month. As I settle in I lay down on my bed and keep thinking about what happened and if I should ever come back home or not, if this was just a regular fight or not, soon I fell asleep.

-time skip-

It has been three weeks since I was staying at the Leaky Cauldron. I was stubborn and decided not to go back home. I went to Diagon Alley to shop for the new school year, I got the money from Gringotts from our family bank. I saw Firebolt in a shop with quidditch equipment which I was amazed by because it is the newest broom that there is and I was thinking about buying it since I want to start to play quidditch. Even if I don't get on the team I am gonna keep the broom. But later not now.

I also saw a lot of Other Hogwarts students in the alley that I recognized I just didn't think we are close enough to even say hi.

I celebrated my birthday at Florean and Fortescue's Ice Cream and bought a cake with a candle. I also got presents from Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Hermione gave me a book about Spells, hexes, and jinxes, which she knows I will definitely read, Ron gave me a bag of Chocolate frogs, because I love chocolate and also collect the cards inside. And Harry gave me a small book with few magical pictures from last year. I thanked them all for their gifts afterward.

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