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My aunt and uncle were downstairs throwing another fit just because I
didn't make "Dudder's" pancakes the way he likes them. Hmm I can't wait until this
weekend! Dad say he has something special planned for my eleventh
birthday, but I'm not allowed to know what. I rolled my eyes and rolled over on the bed. "Argh!" I hate it, when Dad wants to surprise me. No matter what I do, he wont tell me anything. I hate surprises and he knows it!
Hmm, I wondered if the Death Eaters will be their. I could always . . . Persuade worm tail to tell me, hmm or even Severus. He ought to know exactly what's going on. It would be easy to get it out of the Crabbes or Goyles or even the Malfoys! But Dad probably didn't tell them after what happened last year. 'there just so easy to target' I think, smiling at the memory of last year's Fiasco. Looks like I have to talk with Severus.
I'm rambling again. I look around this small room the Dursleys deemed acceptable for me and snorted. My room at my real home is bigger than this house. I glanced at the lock on the door and smiled. 'Like they could really keep me in here.' I think. Muggles have to be the most idiotic race I've ever heard of, if a mere lock can keep a child some where they didn't want to be. 'Idiots'. I sat up on my bed, bored outta my mind, wondering how long it would be before I could leave. 'Well I'd still rather not go out and have my brain cells damaged from being around idiots too long, anyways.' The only problem was that now, I had to think of something to do besides purposely annoying muggles for the next eight and a half hours.
As I sat on my bed, and look around once again. Then, when nothing at all came to me, I sighed and paced for a moment; then, rolled my eyes. I would have to take drastic measures before I went insane with boredom. I got off the bed and moved to a corner of the room that had a lose floorboard. Under the floorboard, I took out my... well, I wouldn't really call it a journal. Its a little empty book that I write in sometimes, but I'm normally here when that happens.
After taking the little black book out of the floor, I put the board back down. Then, sat down at my desk, opening the book that now looks as if it had never been written in, except for a few story titles scratched on the inside of the cover. I look at the titles for a minute to decide which one I wanted to continue. I tried writing a little bit of two of them before I gave up, and started a new story. I thought about what I should call my new story, before smiling to myself and starting to write.
The Littlest Vampyre
chapter one... 'umm I'll think about that later'
the other vampyres r always picking on me because I'm so little i look like a ten year old when in reality I'm about 12,486 I'm the oldest Vampyre in my colony but I'm still not allowed to hunt or lead raids or decide on rules or any thing the most annoying thing is that those stupid fledglings think they know everything they treat me like crap until they get into a bind then they expect me to fix their problem i swear one of these days I'm just gonna leave them to clean up their own mess
Hey, I like that, I'm defiantly keeping it. I scratched The Littlest Vampyre into the inside cover of my book before I look at the clock. That had taken nearly an hour, and I continued writing in the once again empty little black book. So, eight pages and seven hours later, it was finally time to go wait for dad. I could just feel the grin plastered on my face as I gathered all my stuff including the empty black book, let Hedwig out of her cage, and dragged my trunk down stairs. As soon as I got to the first floor, the ringing of the door bell told me that as always, dad was right on time.
I opened the door to let in Lucius Malfoy, who bowed and hurried to get my trunk in the carriage. I easily walked past Lucius as he levitated my trunk, and climbed into the carriage, where my Daddy was waiting as patiently as he could. I sat down across from him. Then, the only sound as we stared at each other was Lucius scuttling around to leave. Soon the carriage lurched forward Daddy grinned at me as I chuckled knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"I noticed that those muggles were nowhere to be found, when we came." My Dad said, tapping his knee. "They are usually furious that I would dare set foot in their" He paused and covered his disgust "Quaint home. That wouldn't have been your doing, would it?"
I sighed and shook my head, "Unfortunately, they seemed to have taken last years little warning to heart, and decided they would leave before your arrival." I replied, faking sadness. Dad smiled to himself for a moment before he responded in feigned shock.
"Well I certainly don't understand why." We sat in silence, smiling at each other. I chuckled under my breath as I thought back to last year, when nearly exploding Petunia had been the least thing on Vernon Dursley's mind. Dad and I laughed, obviously thinking the same thing. "Welcome back son." I moved to sit beside him and he draped an arm around my shoulders. "Thanks dad."