You... - Harry Potter Next Generation Fanfic

Chapter 11 - Pyxis' Melody

Pyxis' P.O.V.

I let the cold water hit my back as it dripped down the rst of my body. Training has been brutal here. Our professors want us impressing the other schools and personally I just wish I could nap for one day. It's been a while since I looked in the book or diary thing that girl left, before hand I was carrying it around because I didn't want my mates to find it or let alone and read it. I felt bad for taking it but I haven't read it, however, curiosity is getting the better of me. I step out of the shower and into my cabin with my roommates, its about 2 in the morning and I can't rest and tomorrow is another day of early 5am workout sessions. I took the diary and opened it, my wand above my head connected to the backboard of the bunk bed. I was on the lower bunk. I began to read it with interest.

Hello, I am Desa Amelia Melody and I go to St. Josephine Collegiate for Witches on Flores, Acores, Portugal. We are a school for only witches, but my family is in Canada, even though my parents were originally in the Islands long before me and they studied dragons. I am writing this because my teachers said it was good to let my thoughts out, with everything that's happened and my condition. Which if you ask me is pretty stupid because they basically want me to have friends and they think that a dairy willl help me get one.

My father died when I was younger, five days after Christmas. He was assigned a dragon that he thought he could handle but, it proved him otherwise. It was my first year of School and my parents told me I was a pureblood, but not a pureblood. My parents are both Squibs and I don't know anything about what that makes me in 'blood' type. So I just say I am muggleborn.

That technically still makes her a pureblood if she can perform magic. If I see her again I will let her know. I was reading everything word for word, about her family, about how she hated her childhood because she was bullied constantly for her 'condition' which she never mentions. I wish she could just- HA!

My condition is...rather terrible. I can barely control my senses. Meaning I can be walking and then sprinting for no good reason. Or I will be completely fine one second and then feel completely sick and curl into a ball on the ground. It got so bad I once screamed in class for no good reason. However, I am at this school for a reason. My school wants me to continue my education with them but I can't stay there, they don't have the treatments I need, and apparently Hogwarts' Infirmary has the best that could help me. Since they were inviting the Beauxbatons pretties and Durmstrang hotties-

Hotties? Yeah got that right.

- I was sadly also invited since McGonagall 'just couldn't refuse.'

I really hate being here though, I mean, everywhere I look, people stare. I feel like my bullies are back taunting me, telling me to run home because they breathed on me. Telling me to jump off a bridge when the pain is to bad from a paper cut. Telling me I am too slow and I am in their way, or I am too fast and that I will be too tired to scream later on.

Those bastards! Who the hell has the stomach to say this kind of stuff. What are you guys, five?

I need to change, because if I don't I will have to return to those monsters. I need to change into a normal person, no more attacks or screaming or being slow or slurring my words or not being able to hear something or just randomly fainting or anything I am so tired of it. Sometimes it's just not worth it. My mom will be fine, she has my brother for that. He'll be a grandmother soon, why does she need to worry about an idiotic 17 year old who can't control herself and is probably going to die soon anyways. 

Did she mean what I think see means. No, that's not cool, I can't just freaking find this, read this, and then NOT do something about it. I wanted to get out of bed and find her and then I remembered when she first dropped her books, how that had been weeks ago and how he was too late. Then he remembered her mentioning Christmas and that has yet  to come. I have a plan, I need to talk to this girl. I finished the page and went on to the next.

Sometimes I feel so unloved, like no one understands me or gives me a try. I just wish that it would all stop. 

I turned the page and there was nothing.

Nothing.

You don't do that! You can't just leave it at that! Thoughts of this girl kept running through my mind. I scavenged the book in hopes there was something else, a hint a clue to this girl and her happiness. My parents have always been proud of me, people have natural liked me and I have done nothing to deserve it. The more I read, the more I thought about my father and his past, how he did all those bad things and wished he could turn around the clock and undo all the shit he caused. I want to help this girl. She's probably grown up into the life that is completely opposite of mine but I don't think thats fair. 

Gotcha! 

She had a little piece of paper glued into the back of the notebook. 

I swear this school is going to kill my with all these hot guys. Jesus Christo ajuda-me agora! 

Whatever that means....

These Durmstrang guys practice around the time I wake up for my early morning medication. And let me tell you mom, they are smoking! There is this one guy with dark hair and dark eyes, apparently he's got this funny name but I can never understand it. Mae he's just...wow.

Mom, if you can find me a guy like this in Canada I will come home for Christmas expected it wrapped.

OK.... Are all girls like this? I laughed a bit as I kept reading aparently its an inside joke in her family. That's nice. 

I closed the book and put my head on the pillow, but it was no good. it's 2:30am, I have a workout at 5am. Whatever, I might as well get a headstart. I have got some searching to go do.