IF YOU SEE ME-(ON HOLD)

Behind The Glass

Journal Entry...I have no idea what the date is...

I knew that I would pay for the information that I had kept back from the evil bitch that is my captor.

She can take my look, my life and pretend to be me, but I will never willingly help her do it. I have kept every piece of vital information about my life from her. I have made sure that she trips up as much as possible. I have sat behind my window to my world and laughed when I hear her try to pretend to be me.

The more she messes up her ruse of my personality, the less I find funny, though. Instead, I feel myself more lost. Seriously, has anyone ever met me? Does anyone even know who I am?

I see what she doesn't see. Those things that she ignores because she is so interested in her own diabolical schemes that she doesn't see the looks she gets when she slips up. The sideway glances when she acts opposite to my character. I do. I see them and I am screaming inside my prison because despite all of those raised eyebrows, and the whispering behind her back, no one has paid close enough attention to realize that SHE IS NOT ME!!!

So, after she realized that I had not told her everything and she almost slipped out of, er, my character, I was ready for the explosion. I even lifted my face for the backhand she aimed at me. I relished the feel of my lip splitting open, again. I craved the taste of my own blood in my mouth. As she ranted and pummeled me with her sharp fists and screamed in the madness I have recognized in her cold, black eyes, I planned.

Someone was banging on the door. She left me free inside the mirror, so I used my own blood to write a message. I am hoping someone will understand. I am hoping someone will hear my voice, though I am not speaking. I hope someone will see me inside of my prison, locked behind the glass, looking out, watching my life being lived by a mad, diabolical, she-bitch that seriously is more devious than Voldemort ever thought to be.

She doesn't care about their blood lines very much, if at all. In her deviously skewed view of the things that happened, she wants one thing...

REVENGE.

I just hate that I am the vehicle in which she plans to get it.

Everyone was talking, whispering, and writing notes on Monday after Harry Potter and Hermione Granger walked into the Great Hall holding hands. The Chosen One and the Brightest Witch were an item and it was fodder for speculation. Everyone noticed the tense way Ron Weasley sat eating bowl after bowl of porridge and glaring at anyone who talked to him. Everyone noticed Ginny Weasley's angry glare at the couple who were surrounded by those who had got over the initial shock from hearing the news the night before and had hastily chosen sides because they knew Ginny better than Hermione.

After a night of consideration, the girls who were trying to be supportive of Ginny's obviously devastation decided that her new attitude was a good reason for her to get dumped and then replaced. Cho Chang was the only one who told anyone who would listen that Harry and Hermione had been in love with each other for a long time. They simply were too dim to recognize it themselves.

To anyone who had eyes and a little bit of heart, they could see that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were more in love than any couple at Hogwarts and some of the older professors were heard whispering that they had seen no one more suited for one another since Harry's late parents, Lily and James Potter.

The Potter/Granger love story was overly focused because of the other piece of news that was mentioned, but no one wanted to ponder on because of the memories and fears that it brought to a school full of witches and wizards who didn't want to deal with scary things this year.