Hello everyone! Yes, this is a new story, and no, I haven't forgotten my other ones. I just like them to be as perfect as possible before I post them. Rest assured they will be back! This is my attempt at writing a drak Harry fic, please let me know what you think!

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Dear Diary, August 23, 2100

I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter today. Most people are really happy when they receive it, seeing as you can't apply for this school, or any school of magic. But I'm not really sure how I feel about going there. I'm not scared to be learning magic or anything, I'm really excited about that part. It's just…I don't know really. No one ever says anything when they come across a witch or wizard, but I know that they aren't liked very much, mostly because of their 'I'm-better-than-you-because-I-use-magic' attitude. I don't want to join that stigma. Is that the right word? I'm not really sure, but it seems to fit so I'll use it.

I'm scared that I'll do really well, and in doing so come under the Eyes of Lord Harry Potter. The few wizarding children that I've talked to have told me that they ( or their parents at least) hope that Lord Potter will notice them, but the stories that I've heard about him and what I've read in History class scare me. He apparently used to be this really sweet boy that cared deeply for his friends and adopted family, but after nearly every one of them was killed during the Voldemort War he changed for the worse. That was back when the magic world was still hidden from Muggles (the name for non-magic people). Back then he was just a regular eleven year old kid like me who had lost his parents and had to grow up with his Aunt and Uncle, also like me. Though from what I've heard my Aunt and Uncle are a lot nicer to me than his were to him.

My best friend Jason Towley, who has short brown hair and warm brown eyes, also received a letter from Hogwarts, and we've promised each other that we'd stick together even if we're put into different houses. We've grown up together and gone to the same school since kindergarten, so neither of us really sees any reason to stop our friendship now. And I'm really glad that I'll have at least one person that I can count on and trust. He's also a little scared of doing well, I know even though he hasn't said anything. When we were talking about it earlier his eyes crinkled and he squashed his hands together, so even though he didn't say that he was scared I knew he was. That's what he does when he's scared and doesn't want to admit it.

Aunt Amy said that she'll take the two of us to Daigon Alley on Saturday, since she has the day off and Jason's mom has to work. I asked her how we were going to pay for our supplies since I know that Aunt Amy and Uncle Mark are struggling to pay the bills, but she said not to worry about it, that we'd manage. Even so, I'm bringing what I've saved from my allowance just in case, but that's more for Jason than myself. His mom is even more strapped for cash, and his father is being mean and not helping. His father hates all wizards, and Jason was more scared of what his father would do when he found out that he was a wizard than he was scared of meeting Lord Potter.

Dear Diary, August 26, 2100

I now have all my supplies for school, as well as a trunk to keep all of it in. We bought everything from used and second hand shops, and so managed to squeak by without going over budget. Jason wasn't so lucky, and I was glad that I had brought my allowance; it helped him pay for his wand which we couldn't get second hand. Aunt Amy made sure to get both of our clothes with extra material so that we could still use them next year by letting down the hems. All of our books are worn and tattered, practically falling apart, and have obviously been used for a number of years. But that doesn't really matter to me since I love any book, and old ones always have a different feel to them than new ones do. I love new books to, but old ones just have a feeling of character to them that new ones have yet to acquire.

We met a few others while shopping who would be starting their first year as well. Cynthia Abbott wants to be in Hufflepuff like her great-aunt, Mavis Stonebrook said that she had better get into Slytherin or her father would have a fit, and Brandon Malfoy wants to be in Gryffindor. After Jason and I read a little bit more about the Houses and the traits of the people in them I told him that he would be in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, and he said that I would be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. We both realized that we have almost none of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin prized, so it's not very likely that we'd end up there. Not to mention that we are Muggle born and Salazar preferred Purebloods. We have a bet going, and if he gets into Ravenclaw then he doesn't have to pay me back for his wand, which I don't want him to anyway. If I get into Gryffindor then I have to help him take care of his baby sister next summer, who is an absolute terror. If we both get into Hufflepuff then the bet's off.

Jason told me that when his father found out about his acceptance to Hogwarts he had a fit and broke his mothers jaw. He obviously blames her for it, and Jason has vowed that when he's old enough he's going to hex his father for all the times he's hurt his mother. I added Gryffindor to my list of possible houses for him, since he is really protective of his mom, but didn't tell him since that would change our bet.

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"You know Hermione, it's all for the best." Lord Harry Potter said to one of his favorite pictures of his friend. It had been taken at the Quidditch World Cup in their fourth year, and in it Hermione and Ginny were playing with some sparklers that Fred and George had jinxed to blow up. "It really is. Everyone is equal now; Werewolves, Centaurs, the whole lot. I'm still working on the House Elves, but they aren't to keen on my ideas so it's harder than I thought." The sparkler burst in Hermione's hands, causing her to jump. "But despite all that I've done for everyone, some people just can't be happy. They've formed a resistance against me. Can you believe it? I defeat Voldemort, I bring equality to everyone, and they turn against me." Harry threw a report on the activities of the resistance across the room, scattering the parchment on the black obsidian floor. His once bright green eyes grew darker as he thought about those people who dared to defy him. "You'd understand why I've had to do all this; you always seemed to understand me better than I did. But I just can't understand why these people would do something like this." The photo had started over again, and Hermione and Ginny were play fighting with the sparklers. "Don't any of them get it? I've brought peace to the Muggle world, reintegrated them with the Magic world, and everyone has everything that they need. So why are they fighting me?" The sparkler exploded in Hermione's hand, and Harry smiled slightly at the innocently startled expression on Hermione's face. "Anyway, I've got to get to Hogwarts; I drop by at the beginning of the school year to gage the potential of Wizards today. I haven't seen much lately though." Harry placed a small kiss on the picture and donned his cloak, barely noticing as his staff cowered away from his hunched form, praying that he wasn't in a bad mood and would take his anger out on them.

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Dear Diary, September 1, 2100

Riding on the Hogwarts Express was AWESOME! Jason and I got a compartment together and Cynthia and Brandon joined us, plus Anna Finnegan, Carlos Solis, and Randi Braxton, whom we met when they couldn't find any other compartment. Mavis had been introduced by her older sister to other first year Slytherin Hopefuls and sat with them. We all played Exploding Snap for most of the trip and talked about what we had heard about the Sorting, which is how they choose which house we go into.

Jason was put into Ravenclaw like I thought, and Carlos joined him. Cynthia and Randi went to Hufflepuff, and Brandon, Anna and myself went to Gryffindor. We learned from Anna that her Grandfather had also been in Gryffindor, and had been in the same year as Lord Potter, but he died when she was little so she doesn't know much more than that.

The Sorting was kinda scary at first, mainly cause everyone was staring at us. I could tell that the Slytherins were trying to intimidate us with their stares, but the most unnerving one came from Lord Potter himself, who was seated in the center of the teachers table and seemed to be scrutinizing us as though we were slabs of meat he was preparing to buy.

The straw that broke the tension was when it was Brandon's turn to be sorted. He sat there with the Sorting Hat on his head for a long time before it finally shouted out 'GRYFFINDOR!' to the surprise of everyone and the delight of Brandon. One bold Slytherin decided to protest this by saying 'He's a Malfoy! He belongs in Slytherin!' Brandon turned around, placed his hands on his hips and shouted back defiantly 'I WANT to be in Gryffindor and that's where the Sorting Hat put me so BACK OFF!' He received a huge round of applause from everyone and raucous cheers from his new House mates, but I don't think that anyone was more surprised than Lord Potter was. He just sat there with a completely stunned expression on his face throughout the rest of the sorting.

The other first years in Gryffindor are Justine Reinhardt, Kristy Smith, Marcus Santos, Kyle Smith (Kristy's twin brother), and Joseph Romero. Kyle and Kristy are about as identical as fraternal twins can get, with straight black hair and grey eyes. They were telling us that for last Halloween they dressed up as twin zombies and with the make-up and everything almost no one could tell them apart.

Justine and Joseph are cousins and absolutely hilarious. Justine's older sister is a third year Gryffindor and helped to set up and pull off a prank as soon as us first years walked through the portrait hole. We (except for Justine and Joseph) were all covered in red and gold powder that stuck to our clothes and when we tried washing it out it turned so sticky we thought it impossible to remove until one of the fourth years took pity on us and cast a cleansing charm.

But despite the prank Brandon was incredibly happy while we were all somewhat mad, all because he had been sorted into Gryffindor. I asked him why he was so happy about that and he told me that for as far back as his family could trace they had all been in Slytherin House and certain prejudices came associated with that. He wants to change all of that, and figures that a good way to start would be to be in Gryffindor House, which has been Slytherin's rival since forever.

Marcus is quiet and shy, but seems really nice. His brown hair hangs over his eyes and he peers through it in the most adorable way. Joseph and Brandon really hit it off once the topic of our family's came up; they spent the evening comparing their family lives. Brandon is a Pureblood Wizard and an only child, and Joseph is a half-blood and the youngest of seven kids.

While I'm on the subject of descriptions, I realize that I haven't introduced myself so now I will.

My name is Catherine Agatha Nightly. I prefer to be called Cathy and absolutely hate my middle name. I inherited it from my Grandmother so was okay with it for a while, and then before she died she told me that she had always hated her name. I also have the same dark blonde hair and blue eyes that she had, and my fathers high cheekbones. I know because I keep a picture of my mother and father with me wherever I go. They died in a car accident two years ago.

Anyway, I think that's it for this entry. We start classes tomorrow, and I'm really excited about them.

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Dear Diary, October 15, 2100

Something weird is going on here. Most of the older students in my house just think that I want attention, and keep telling me that I haven't been here long enough to know what's normal and what isn't. That may be true, I haven't been here for that long, but I have spent most of my life just watching people. Jason and I used to make a game out of describing the people in our neighborhood and speculating on why they acted a certain way. We'd write it down in a book, and when we'd find out the real reason for a persons behavior we'd check to see if our guesses were right. After a while we started to get pretty good, so I think that I would know if people are acting weird.

Grace Winthrup, a Gryffindor 4th year, says that everyone's just excited about the Triwizard Tournament, which is going to be held at Durmstrang this year. The final list of who's going to be allowed to go hasn't been released yet, so I guess that could be it, at least partly. Most of those that I think are acting weird are either to young to enter (you have to be at least a 5th year) or didn't put their name down. There's only five of them in my House that I've noticed, two 7th year boys, a 5th year girl, and two 3rd years, including Justine's older sister Ruth. They've been walking around in a sort of daze, as though their mind isn't really with them. They talk and go to class, but they don't laugh or really socialize. It's like they've been programmed into robots or something. And they've missed classes, and I think that they're sneaking out at night.

Brandon and Justine agree with me, and Jason says that some of the older Ravenclaws have been acting weird as well. And Cynthia Abbott said the same about some of the Hufflepuffs when we were in Herbology last week. We don't know about the Slytherins though, since we don't really talk to them, but I think it's safe to assume that they've been acting weird as well. But there's really nothing much I can do about it now, so I'll just have to wait and see who goes to the Tournament and who continues to act weird.

Other than all that, life here has been pretty normal (or as normal as things get at a school where they teach magic). So far my favorite classes are Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, and flying. Everyone else complains about Potions, but I really enjoy it. And flying classes are Awesome! And once I get really good I might get to play in a Quidditch game! I tried out for the team last week and they put me on the reserve roster! I didn't think that I'd make the team at all, I only went to the try-outs to get used to the drills so that I could practice on my own, but Jeffery Whitby, the team Captain, said that I flew pretty good for a first year and put me on the reserve roster! I get to practice with the team and if any player can't make a game then I get to play!

Brandon's the reserve seeker and he didn't even try out! It happened during one of our flying lessons; the teacher had left to take Marcus to the hospital wing after he fell and broke his arm and we were trying to get a necklace back that Mavis had stolen from Randi earlier. She shot it into the air using 'Expelliarmus!' and without thinking Brandon jumps on his broom and takes off after it, catching it before it hits the ground. Jeffery saw him do that and immediately put him on the reserve roster. Brandon was even more excited than when he'd been sorted into Gryffindor, and Jeffery says that depending on how well the team does this year he may put us in a game anyway so we can get the experience.

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October 28, 2100

Everyone waited anxiously in the Great Hall as they finished their dinner and toyed with their desert, even those who could not enter the Tournament. Today was the day that the list of who was going to Durmstrang was announced, and it also had a double meaning for Cathy and her friends. For them today was also the day that they would see if the weird behavior by some of the students was really due to the Triwizard Tournament or something else.

The Headmaster stood up and held his hands for quiet, and everyone settled down.

"First let me say that I am proud of each and every one of the students who put their name down for the Triwizard Tournament. Unfortunately, we can only bring a select few to Durmstrang, and I leave the reading of the list to Professor Camon." Professor Camon was their Astronomy teacher, and he took the Headmasters place in front of the staff table. Cathy looked around the Hall as he read off the names, clapping and cheering in all the right places but she was truly paying attention to those who had been acting strangely. They were clapping and cheering as well, but as Cathy looked at their eyes she saw that they were somewhat vacant. Brandon then elbowed her in the side.

"What are you doing?" He hissed.

"I'm watching people." She hissed back, not needing to explain who the 'people' were that she was watching, he knew what she was talking about."

"You're making it to obvious, one of the Prefects noticed." He nodded his head towards the other end of the table where Janice Caldwell, one of their house Prefects, was watching the two of them curiously. Cathy blushed slightly and turned away.

"Okay, I definitely need to work on my observation techniques." She muttered, more to herself than to Brandon, who giggled anyway. Professor Camon finished reading the list of students, who were now standing in the front of the Great Hall, and everyone got up to leave. Most everyone went to the front to shake their 'champions' hands, but Cathy noticed that those she had been watching slipped out quietly. She tugged on Brandon's sleeve and nodded her head in their direction, and they followed, snagging Jason on their way out. They were all currently thankful that they were still short enough not to be immediately noticed as they left, and they did their best to stay a safe distance away from those they were following while still keeping them in sight. They got as far as the entrance to the dungeons before they were roughly pulled backwards.

"And just what do you think you three are doing here? You know this place is off limits after dinner." Janice Caldwell said primly, looking down on them as a mother would her disobedient children.

"Well, we were just…um…that is…" Brandon started to fumble. Janice merely raised an eyebrow at him.

"The truth is usually preferable, especially when one can't think up a good lie fast enough."

"We saw some other students going down there." Jason said quickly, which was part of the truth at least.

"And you didn't think to find a prefect or teacher?" The three first years looked at each other.

"Um, no?" Cathy ventured.

"Why?"

"Because they haven't been listening to me." Janice's eyebrow quirked, but it was so miniscule that none of the three of them could say for certain whether or not it had happened.

"I see. Back to you common rooms now or I'll take away points." They started to protest, but she silenced them with a look and they left grumbling. Janice waited until she was sure that they had left before continuing to the dungeons. She knew perfectly well that there was something strange happening among some of the students, but she knew better than to voice her opinions the way that those three had been doing. Discretion is the better part of valor after all, or so they say.

And besides, she was a Prefect. If there were students doing something illegal then she had to put a stop to it.

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To most everyone, it looked like they were gathering for a simple dinner party at the house of one of the oldest and most respected pureblood family lines, and that was how everyone acted. They were dressed in tailored robes of the latest fashion, the men gave firm handshake greetings and slaps on the back while the women hugged and gossiped about the latest issue of Witch Weekly. All seemed perfectly normal to those not invited who passed by the magnificent house and looked in wistfully, hoping to one day be invited inside.

But this was no ordinary dinner party, and the guest list was highly selective, though not in the obvious ways. Dinner was to be served of course, for Draco Malfoy's Housekeeper refused to let anyone leave the house without having something to eat. And the guest list was made up of all those who had vowed to bring Lord Harry Potters Reign of Terror to an end.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the home of the Resistance.

Throughout the whole of the resistance there were Purebloods, Muggle-born wizards and witches, the odd Squib or two, straight out Muggles (a few of them in very prominent government positions), werewolves, vampires, Goblins, and any number of other magical creatures who had decided that enough was enough. They had all put aside their differences so that they could attempt to create a truly better world. Though lately Draco had been having his doubts as to whether or not the world would truly be better if everyone was left to their own devices. Especially if this current conversation was any indication.

Connor Castaway, a Muggle in his late 20's, banged his fist on the wooden table, making the plates and silverware jump and a few cups spill their contents.

"I say that we should just kill the bastard now." He snarled.

"And how exactly do you propose that we do that? He's the most powerful wizard alive." Dorothy Quixotic, a middle-age medi-witch, pointed out.

"I don't know. Poison or something."

"He's immune to just about every poison."

"Stake in the heart then."

"That only works on Vampires."

"That's the only way to kill a Vampire, but it's just as effective on anyone else."

"Prove it."

"Fine. The next time your black heart gets stabbed with a sharp pointy object and you survive come and see me."

"Why you little……" Beatrice Soundwell cast a silencing charm on the two of them before they could go any further.

"Both of you stop acting like children now." She said in her best authoritative tone, which was pretty damn good after raising five kids. "We're here to discuss ways of lessoning Potters power, not listen to you two bicker." Both looked properly chagrined, so she ended the silencing charm. "Now, does anyone have any worthwhile suggestions?"

"What about developing our own poison? One that his body isn't likely to be immune to." Claire Rhaspen said.

"Already working on it." Dorothy said and shot Connor a look. "Only problem is that he's immune to almost all the ingredients, and I can't get access to the ones that might work. They're just too rare and difficult to fine and gather."

"My cousin works with rare plants and herbs, magical and Muggle. Give me a list of what you're looking for and I'll see if he can get them." Bruce Caldwell said.

"You're sure your cousin will help?"

"For the chance to go looking for rare plants? He'll jump at it."

"What if he wants to know why? These are highly poisonous plants.

"I'll tell him that you're working on a cure for werewolf bites. He's got a friend who's a werewolf so he'll be more than happy to help. But if I tell him that he'll want to compare notes."

"Not a problem, I was assigned to the team that's researching that anyway."

"All right, you two work out the details on that and keep me posted. Anything else?" Beatrice asked.

"What about a straight out attack?" Clarence Benst asked.

"Show me a Wizard who's strong enough and has enough guts and I'm all for it." Beatrice said. Reggie smiled, showing off his elongated canines.

"What if I were to bite him?"

"Oh, that's perfect." Connor said sarcastically. "He's already a soul sucking power hungry vampire, let's turn him into one as well."

"What about a werewolf attack?" Clarence said timidly, causing everyone to stare at him.

"You did not just suggest that."

"A werewolf's bite only turns a person if they survive it, most people don't."

"Harry Potter isn't most people. Do you realize what you're saying? Even if a werewolf would agree to this he would almost certainly die. Either they'd be killed in the attempt or sentenced to death for trying. That is the penalty for purposefully attacking a person while a wolf."

"I know."

"And you're still suggesting it?"

"Yes."

"Bloody hell. Why? And why are you even here? Werewolves have the same rights as everyone else because of Harry Potter, so why do you fight against him?" Connor asked. Clarence gave him a small, somewhat sad smile.

"Legally we have the same rights, but the prejudice is still there. It's just been forced to the side and will eventually resurface again. And I would gladly attack anyone if it meant that my niece and nephew would grow up without fear." Everyone sat in silent contemplation until Beatrice spoke.

"Draco? What do you think of it?" She asked. Draco stayed silent, pondering what everyone had said. He preferred to stay quiet during the meetings, using the time to gage just how dedicated these people were. He soon sat up and leaned forward, putting his weight on the walking stick that his grandson had given him for Christmas last year. Everyone leaned towards him a bit in anticipation.

"I don't really like any of these ideas, they remind me to much of how Voldemort operated." He shuddered a bit at the name, even after all these years. "But we don't really have much choice at the moment, do we? Trying to change things legally isn't working. But I can't ask any of you to do any of these things." He looked Clarence directly in the eyes. "They must be your own decision." The group broke up and left after that, with only Bruce Caldwell staying behind.

"I got a letter from my daughter today with some disturbing information." Draco nodded at him to continue. "Apparently some students from each of the houses have been acting strange. Some first years, including your grandson, noticed it a few weeks ago. Last night they tried to follow the students and Janice stopped them, then followed them herself. She only got a glimpse of the room they were heading for, but said that from what she was it was set up for a ritual, and she didn't like the feel of the room."

"Does she know who the students are?" Bruce handed him the list that his daughter had enclosed with her letter. Draco looked it over, then handed it back to him. "See if you can find out what these students have in common. And ask Janice to keep an eye out, especially on my grandson and his friends. Though," he mused with a wry smile on his face. "That might be a little difficult."

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