Among The Great Fight [ON HOLD]

Chapter 11- There's nothing like family

Have you ever looked yourself in the mirror and felt a slight twinge? Like a mysterious energy pulling you towards another path that you've never thought about stepping foot in before.

I see something different in me. Yes, my buttered toast color hair is the same; it's the same length, same height, but yet I can see tiny specks of red draining and pulling me down. My eyes feel muggy as if I've been in forced to sleep my entire life. It's hard to keep them open and I can barley look myself in the eye.

Who am I? Why do I have to be born into this family? Why do I have to turn my back on my friends?

I lay on my bed silently hearing crickets chirp and laughter overflowing my ears. My parents were having a ball and I was expected to be there, but I slipped into my room an hour into it. At first I began to read, then I took out some homework grateful that Snape had us write an essay, and lastly I looked through my closet seeing the many fancy dresses; even the current blue one I was wearing.

Nothing seemed to go right. I try to stay positive but the overflowing letters are starting to pile up and how could I even tell them that all I want is to sleep. All I want is to see my dream parents. Those loving, caring, non-selfish people on the planet. Yet I'm stuck here with the people I rather not spend a day with.

A knock disturbs my thoughts as I see my mother gracefully make her way towards my bed. "It's quite rude to ditch your guest." She said flatly. I snicker leaving the lady to give me a cold stare. "Do you find it funny to disrespect your future husband?" Laughing more, I clutch my stomach trying to hide my feelings. Husband? I'm only eleven? Why the hell is there even talks about marriage in the first place? And why the hell am I not choosing the guy that I want to marry? She slaps me across the face. I blink a few times looking up at her. I can feel the cold hard sting raging on my cheek as I continuing to look at her. "I'm done with this." She yelled, "you are to behave like a lady!"

I give her the death glare as I swear unpleasant things, cursing everything in sight, including her. She stumped out of the room telling me I better come downstairs.

Although, after she left I just laid in bed, tears slipping out of the corner of my eyes.

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*Three years later*

Dear Diary,

It is currently my forth year and I cannot wait to hear what the big secret is. Well rumor I should call it. Mother says that a ball will be here, so she made me go dress shopping with her. I guess it wasn't all bad, although I did run into Neville while in the Diagon Alley. It was quite awkward as he whispered hi to me. I wish I could have said greetings to him, but sadly I didn't. I just pushed it aside like I did with my group of friends. I pushed everything aside.

The ceremony is about to start so I must go. I'll write soon. I promise.

I look around the hall and I swear everything looks the same. I mentally do a flash back to the first day of school to when I didn't care who I was friends with. I look at the first years as they pass by, hoping that everything will be okay for them. I wish by all my heart, that they follow who they are, not who others want them to be. I sincerely ask that they lead no pressure into anything that they do not deem as themselves because that's all we got. That's all I got to hold on to.

After each and every first year got sorted, Professor Dumbledore smiles at us breathing in slightly as he looks around the room. I could feel the excitement bounce through the air as his smile radiated across the hall. He stands there for a few more seconds before finally giving his speech.

He talks about the new Professor Moody and how he will be teaching Defense Against The Dark Arts. How great that'll be, I mumble quietly so no-one could hear me, we get one every year. I hope this one's better than Professor Quirrell and I hope he's somehow not worse then him.

Dumbledoor then starts to grin as Mcgonagall nods her head in his direction. "Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, the Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete." He pauses as he looks at every single student, especially those who were giggling in excitement. "Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand-alone, and trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime."

The doors open leading a bunch of girls with blue dresses with matching hats. They stand tall and walk a little snotty, but I smile at them as they pass by. Every so often the group of girls would bow which would make some of the boys flutter. Then their headmaster walked in behind them. She was not on the heavy side, she was rather skinny, but she sure as hell was tall. She was taller than majority of the students, if not all of them.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff."

This time a group of guys walked in with large sticks in their hands. Every time they walked, they patted the sticks with the ground. I spot some guys, a couple of the winking at me as they pass by. I felt the warmness touch my cheeks as I quickly looked away, only spotting Draco glaring at me with dagger eyes. I roll my eyes and wonder what his problem was now.