HP story ideas/one-shots

Chapter 3-Diary

     It's the following day. I'm sitting in the great hall, and breakfast was just served. My treats are served at lunchtime, so I'm sitting here just to play with my food before leaving. It doesn't seem like anyone knows I make the treats, but I'm still worried they might tell.

     Once satisfied that I played with my food enough to make it seem like I had eaten, I got up and walked away. I was going to sit on a window seal until it was time for classes to start. I was just going to draw as I didn't feel comfortable writing my story when anyone could look over my shoulder and see what I was writing.

     But I got distracted by looking outside. It's a beautiful day today, but we're going to be stuck inside all day with lessons. I thought about skipping, but I don't know what to do, and I don't mind learning. With that, I stood up and started walking to my first period because lesions will begin soon. My first period was Muggle studies with Perfefcor Potter. This is Lily Potter. So technically, my mother.

     When I reached the classroom, the bell had already sounded, and other students were making their way to this classroom. Entering it, I took my seat in the back and grabbed out my supplies. Once they were all out, I drew some lines on my paper before drawing what I saw. And I did this until the lesson started. And maybe when I got bored.

     It's after school, and I'm chilling in the common room. There's a lot of noise around me, but I'm used to noise in the orphanage, so I know how to tune it out without leaving me compromised. That's how I can work on my homework without getting distracted.

     If you aren't paying attention in the orphanage, and someone calls on you, you'll get beat, or you could get taken advantage of and get raped. Which happened to me in the first three weeks I was there. But now the boys know not to because I'll beat them up. I should add that.

     Disregarding my homework, I got up and walked to an unused corridor. I don't need anyone reading what I write. Sitting down on the window seal, I got started.

     Sitting in my room, I watched as the book got thrown open by an invisible force. It stopped on a page where words were being written. But it wasn't me writing them, but the person with the other diary.

     Putting the book I was reading down, I grabbed the diary and started reading what she was writing. I knew it was a she because some of the stuff written have female pronounces. Plus, the character has a girl's name. I don't know who's writing this, but I think it's about her rear life because all of the names in the book are in pencil, so she can erase them and put in the real names when she's ready.

     "Tom! What are you doing? We're going to go to Hogsmeade to get some fire whiskey. Aren't you coming?" Mattheo, my younger brother, asked.

     I just showed him away and kept reading what this girl was writing. The last time she opened the book, she did a design in the front and back, plus where all the chapters were. I don't know how she knows when the next chapter will start. But now, she's writing about her, her rape experience at the orphanage she lives in. She was getting graphic, and if I had a queasy stomach, I would've thrown up by now.

     I know she doesn't know that her book has a twin that opens to whatever page she writes on, but I'll keep this secret for myself. 

     She's written on three pages before she stops. I know she stopped because it's been five minutes and she hasn't written anything. The most she stops for is a minute, so I closed the book and was about to put it in the dest by my bed, but it opens again, to the last page. I brought it back to my lap and saw she had written 'by.'

     Staring at it, she was obviously deciding if she should put her name on it or not. After ten minutes, I thought she wasn't so moved to get ready when I saw something appear on the page.

     'Potter (Real name                                 )'

     Potter has a sister?  Then the words disappeared.

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