A/N: Hey yallz!!! Rose Black is back!!!! I got kick off, but here I am!!! Anywho, let me just say that I bLOVE/b HP fanfics, but I have to get back into the swing of things. I am really into LotR right now, but I still have a flair for HP. :-)

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to be, they belong to J.K.Rowling's beautiful imagination. (All except for Proff. McGish. Don't ask me were I got the name. I think that was my old doc's name, but I am not sure.)

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Chapter 1
The Journal Entries


September 1
Mood: depressed
Song: "For You" by Staind


Today is the beginning of my 5th year. The ride here was very different. All of the 2nd years and up were giving me wondering looks. Wondering if I was ok. Wondering if I was sad. Wondering if I was pissed at the world. None of them talked to me. Not even a "hello." Some of them didn't even look at me. Hermione and Ron did talk however. It's amazing that just being in the very presence of them makes me feel a tad better. When we all got into our usual seats, they automatically started talking about their summer. Hermione sounds like she has a good time. Her mom got her a new computer and she learned how to make new object for a game called "The Sims." (Whatever that is!) Ron's was a bit boring, except when his room almost exploded from trying to build the world's biggest house from about 30 sets of Exploding Snap. Ha! He is such a character. I wish I had such a fun summer. I spent most of my time up in my cave, hiding for the demons called the Dursley's. I never thought they could be so terrible until now. Their harsh words stung like flaming thorns in my heart. "Your mother should have died ubefore/u you were born!" Aunt Petunia told me once I got home form my exceedingly depressing year at school. I cried myself to sleep for a week after that. If Draco ever got a hold of this, he would have a field day. Ha! I remember when happened last year when we where heading back to King's Cross Station. Draco the Squid! I wish he permanently stayed that way. He does not deserve to live.


We have a new DADA teacher. Her name is Professor McGish. She is about 20-something. I like her eyes. They are a shimmering blue. I must get some rest before tomorrow.


September 2
Mood: numb
Song: "Hallow" by A Perfect Circle


Proff. McGish is uextremely/u nice, but difficult. Right after we stepped into the door, she made us copy down a foot long page of requirements for a report! Each of us picks a single monster, writes a HUGE report, and we will teach it to the class. I want to get it over with, but I uREALLY/u don't feel like doing it. Hermione tried to drag me and Ron down to the library during lunch. I didn't feel like eating lunch, so I went.


Draco accidentally turned his hand into a skeleton hand. Haha!!! We were in potions and he added too much mummy powder and too little deadly nightshade. The mixture swelled up and consumed his hand! It as hilarious! Draco started to cry! Draco actually CRIED!!! It made a small bright spot in my day. This was bmuch/b more entertaining then sitting back at the Dursley's and listing to Dudley talk about how hot this chick was he met on-line. I don't trust the internet.


Holy shit!! I think someone has a gun in the common room! ......(Spilled blood and ink now appears all over the page....)