HP story ideas/one-shots

Chapter 1-Diary

     Opening up the book in front of me, I turned to the first page, which was blank. Perfect. I was planning out what I needed to do but in my head. Lines appeared, but they weren't on the paper. They were in my head. Anyone else would've freaked out and gone to the healer, but I was used to them. I guess you can call it my special power, besides being a witch, that is.

     I started writing. I wrote, 'I saw sold again.' I was going to write a story about my life. I won't write my name on this book until it is done, then I'll write my real name on the book, Eila Potter.

     I don't live with the Potters because they think I'm dead, and I haven't seen the need to reconnect with them either. And I've only started writing this book because I've been sold again and now work at a mine. Which I'll most likely die at because it's an unregistered mine that isn't the soundest structure out there.

     I was now making a design around the words I'd written. The design was a line that started thin, then got thicker as it went. That line was only an inch long, then there were four dotes that got smaller as they went.

     Once that was done, I started writing, I was in the kitchen, but no one was sitting with me because I had no friends. But I don't care. There are many reasons I had no friends. One of them was because I was a muggle-born and was a Slytherin. None of the other houses want to become friends with a Slytherin, and few Slytherins wish to be friends with a muggle-born. I also don't put myself out there, so no one really noticed me to become friends with me. But, I actually prefer this because no one can find out my secret or ask me questions about some of the stuff I do.

     My secret is I'm an orphan. When I was a newborn, Dumbledore dropped me off at Lily's sister's house, Petunia Dursley, with her husband and son, Vernon Dursley and Dudley Dursley. They decided they didn't want me, but they still raised me until I was five because that was when they decided that I was good enough to be sold to a company that took children and gave them to other people to make them work. The Dursley got quite a bit of money for me, though, so good for them.

     I kept writing about my story, going into detail about what the Durslry made me do when they had me, just made me do household chores and didn't feed me that much, but stopped before I started the next chapter.

     I was dividing this book into chapters of who had me and would write the name of them in front of it with their own design. I didn't do the Dursley design yet because I didn't feel like it.

     With my ability to see how everything will look, I can start anywhere I want, and I'll add up unless I add something that comes to my mind. Then, if I worked ahead, I needed to ensure everything was still good and make any necessary changes.

     Packing up, I made my way to the common room. When I entered it, I was met with many lights and noise. A party. Sighing, I tried to make my way through the crowd. My head was trying to pick out the best route to make it to my room. It showed up in my eyes like a black line, like always. But unlike always, it was flickering because I was getting over well with all the noise and couldn't focus on one thing. 

     Designing to walk on the edge of the party, I only had to avoid couples who were making out. I was almost to the stairs that lead to the girls' dorms. I started walking faster.

     I was almost there when someone was pushed into the wall in front of me. I didn't jump because I had picked up on the augment that was browning. I just didn't pay attention enough to know how far it had exulted. I also know it was between Malfoy and some Gryffindor boy.

     Sighing, I was going to walk in front of the Gryffindor when Malfoy tried to throw a punch at him. It was my fault for trying to walk in front of the Gryffindor. I was eager to go to bed.

     Still not in the right mindset, I stopped Malfoy's punch by sticking my hand out and grabbing it. I expected it to be harder to stop, but it was a pathetic punch. He tried to pull his hand from my hand, but I just looked at him. I raised an eyebrow before letting go of his hand and walking up to my dorm. Or I tried to.

     The Gryffindor grabbed me and held me in front of him.

     "You wouldn't punch a girl, would you Malfoy?"

     "Let her go. What type of Gryffindor are out to hide behind a girl."

     I just sighed before switching the guy's grip on my arm so I could flip him over my body. He landed on his back, which I quickly changed by flipping over again so he was on his stomach.

     I wasn't really thinking, but once I realized what I had done, I let go and quickly made my way up the stairs and into my dorm while repeatedly telling myself how stupid I had been. Once I entered my dorm that I had to my self, I tried to calm myself down until I decided to cut because that always calms me down.

     I did three lines before I went to bed and had to suffer through another day tomorrow. Yay.

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