My Best Friend Ana / Marauders Era

Chapter One

Chapter One

Tired - no, exhausted.

He sat down at the dimly lit table in the heart of London, just a few houses down from one he was very familiar with and ran a cold hand over his pale, sickly face. Long strands of dark brown hair fell over his eyes, and his slender long fingers opened the blank notebook in front of him.

It was ironic. He was using a quill, with perfect white feather that he bought on his recent trip to Diagon alley and a once unused bottle of ink sat just beside it which he dipped in. The irony was the paper - instead of parchment he was using a leather notebook.

It was wrapped with a buckle, and he had it for a long time. He never used it, waiting for the perfect moment to tell a story he knew was worth telling, and he had finally found that story - and the courage to tell it.

This story, the one you are listening to. You, as the reader.

The scrape of the quill along the cream coloured paper was the only sound you could hear throughout the entire London flat. Dull cream walls and old leather brown couches decorated the entire space he occupied, with just the dark oak desk and the low light in front of him. He didn't care much for décor, or the furnishings of the room.

He had pushed himself away from the world he once lived in the heart of. A world that filled his heart with awe and wonder and happiness.

I once attended a school, in the highlands of Scotland. The famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It was a true vulnerable story he was pouring onto pages. As though his life's worth was this story and he needed to get it out. He promised himself he would do this, he made a promise that he would do it.

My time there was far from mundane. I spent my time studying...making friends and finding my place in the house of black and yellow. A badger true of heart and my love for that school has only grown fonder. I found peace in the greenhouses, found happiness with my friends on the quidditch field - I found my home in the great hall and my love for charms with Professor Flitwick.

The fascination I had for all different creatures stays with me to this day as I write this, now twenty-four years old. I still read up on fairies and unicorns and centaurs. The forbidden forest always piqued my interest, though I never had the courage to wander through it - it was, of course, forbidden for a reason.

I wish for this story to find those who want to listen.

The truth in his words showed with genuine heartache. This story, the one he was pouring his aching heart onto was nothing short of painful. To work up the courage to get out of his bed was a hard-enough task, but he dragged his feet long enough to do it. To finally find the right words, to find the strength.

His friends were proud of him, when they saw him last - proud to know he was working up the courage to take the leap and tell his story. He needed an outlet.

I was born in a small village in Ireland. I grew up in that village until I was eleven thinking I was a muggle. I went to primary school, which is a school for young muggles and from then on my only dream was to write.

I saw the fascinating creatures, I used spells and duelled in defence against the dark arts. I grew bonds and friendships with the plants I tended to in herbology. Though, regardless of the wonders and the adventures I had at Hogwarts, it was always my passion to write. I could never shake the fond memories of essays and writings I did at my first school. I could never forget that feeling of pure bliss as I wrote letters to my best friend and poured my entire heart into those letters, and she listened and kept every one of them.