A/N: Yes, I started a new story. So sue me. I like SBOC stories, so I'm making up my own. Please don't flame me—if you don't like it, then you have to have some constructive criticism to back up WHY you don't like it. If you say "I hate it," then… yeah. I think you get my point.
-Morsmordre
Disclaimer: Everyone always puts up all these things like "HARRY POTTER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME… You'd have to be a kindergartener not to realize that"… or something. I wish they'd just get to the point, like this: I don't own Harry Potter.
See? Easy as that!
Wait… I spent two sentences writing my disclaimer. I may be a hypocrite…
It's so complicated… (Sigh)
Oh well. Read and review!
Summary: My name is Daniella Emberson, and I am a seventh year Ravenclaw with a sick and twisted mind. Although I don't know WHY I'm in Ravenclaw… Ravenclaws are supposed to be smart, and it was NOT smart to start fancying Sirius Black… wait, you did NOT just hear me say that, OK? SBOC Marauders era
August 31
9: 14 PM
My bedroom
Hi! My name is Daniella Emberson, and my birthday was today, August 31. Just the day before Hogwarts starts again. For my seventh year, that is. At least for me. And I got this lame diary as a present.
I think it's rather stupid to get me a diary. I mean, what was Nadine THINKING? Just because that time when I was six, I accidentally thought her diary was a book and I read it. And I happened to like it, cuz I thought it was so melodramatic and all. Or something like that. And then Nadine came and yelled at me a lot. And I cried. Cuz I was six.
I think.
I mean, I THINK I cried that time.
I was six, OK?
So she got all snotty and went "If you like diaries so much, I'll get you one for your seventeenth birthday, when you become an adult in the wizarding world, like I did. Happy?"
I was SIX.
WHAT IS HER PROBLEM???
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Sorry about that. I'm a rather insane person, if you must know. I have such a twisted mind; I don't know why I wasn't put in Slytherin.
But then again, I'm a halfblood. And all the Slytherins would probably kill me within the first week of Hogwarts just to shut me up. And since my family doesn't work at the Ministry and doesn't have influence or power or anything, there's nothing anybody could or would do about it.
Nadine would be happy. She hates me.
You'd think that a twenty-eight-year-old would take pity on her seventeen-year-old cousin. But oh no. It's all, "Daniella's all grown-up now! She can take care of herself from evil cousins!"
I told you I'm insane, so be warned.
9: 32 PM
I just read over what I wrote, and realized it would be… confusing, to say the least, to an outsider. Not that anyone would EVER read my diary, cuz I put a charm on it so that only I can read it. I think I did it right, anyway. I mean, I'm seventeen now, so no one can stop me from doing underage magic, because I'm not underage anymore! HA!
So.
My name is Daniella Emberson. I'm a halfblood witch who goes to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was put in Ravenclaw.
I have no idea why. I mean, it's not like I'm smart or anything. I only got seven O.W.L.s, and I always fail History of Magic and Divination.
But then, Divination is taught by an old fraud.
…
Anyway.
I guess Gryffindor wouldn't be suited for me. I'm not brave or anything. Like that one time I was in third year and there was this huge snake on the ground when we were outside for our Care of Magical Creatures class by the gamekeeper Hagrid's hut, and it hissed at me. I just SCREAMED and ran away.
It turned out it was only a harmless garden snake.
Harmless! It was NOT harmless. It looked SCARY. I had every right to scream!
And then it wasn't in a garden. It was by the Forbidden Forest. FORBIDDEN! There's a REASON it's called the FORBIDDEN Forest. Which is why I thought that snake was an evil, poisonous, dangerous creature. Because all creatures from the Forbidden Forest are supposed to be scary and evil and dangerous.
And then, I'm not evil, so I can't be put in Slytherin. My mind can be very sick and twisted sometimes, like that time after fifth year, and I was playing this game thing with my other two cousins, Robert and Michelle. We had to sit on the floor for the first half, and Robert was like "We're going to get on the floor," and I was like "That sounds so wrong!" And then my two cousins just looked at me like I was contaminated with the plague (I probably am—why don't I just do everyone a favor and end my life) and backed away.
Slowly.
See? Even my own cousins think I'm insane!
So… where was I?
Oh yes. The subject of why I'm not in Slytherin.
Well, I told you, I can't be in Slytherin because I'm not evil. And I can't be in Gryffindor because I'm not brave. I'm a dunderhead, so I should be in Hufflepuff!
And I'm insane, too.
But we all know that Hufflepuffs are really insane, twisted people inside, plotting to take over the world!
So how come I'm not in Hufflepuff?
…
Well, whatever. I'm not a Hufflepuff, I'm a Ravenclaw.
A Ravenclaw who isn't smart. At ALL.
And I have, like, NO friends. Well, not unless you count the Gs.
The Gs are these really snotty Hufflepuffs who think they're so cool. And I guess they are. But no one likes them because they're such bitches.
Their names all start with (surprise!) the letter G. There's Georgia Mangini, Grace Nicholson, and Gina Diaz. They're best friends, and they go around picking on people and stuff.
Just last year (sixth year), I had a friend besides the Gs. Her name was Lily Evans, and she's a seventh year (at least this year, when I'm going to start Hogwarts) Gryffindor. She should be a Ravenclaw, because she gets top grades and everything. She was a prefect, too.
OK, I'll get to the point.
Lily went away for the winter holidays, but I didn't because the Embersons (minus me, plus Nadine, who isn't even an Emberson anymore—she's a Cambridge: he's this Muggle guy she married) went to Greece.
So, there I was, all alone, (Lily's parents wouldn't let her have anyone over, because her older sister was engaged to this total buffoon she told me about, back when we were still friends, named Vernon Dursley) when the Gs came up to me.
OK, basically, they invited me to hang out with them because my "bitchy little friend," as they so nicely put it, had ditched me to hang out with her sister.
That was so not true, I realize that now. As much as I don't want to, because now I realize that it seems as if I ditched HER.
Anyway.
Lily and I had spent countless hours talking about the Gs—they're beautiful but stuck-up and mean to others. No one likes them, but everyone pretends to like them. And since everyone's pretending, everybody thinks that everybody else DOES like the Gs, and they don't want to be different, so they continue pretending that they like the Gs. So it turns out that no one likes the Gs at all.
OK, did that make any sense at all?
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Anyway, I should've said no when they invited me to be part of their little club (hello, my name doesn't even start with G! It starts with a D—you know, Daniella?) but I didn't. I guess it was because of the way they said it (they can be extremely persuasive)—said that Lily was ditching me, I mean, and I kind of started to believe them.
So I hung out with them, and when Lily came back and found out, she was furious. In fact, I believe her exact words were:
"Daniella, what's wrong with you? I'm your best friend, and I leave for TWO WEEKS and I come back to find you hanging out with those bitches! I can't even trust you for a SECOND now, can I?"
Hey, when your best friend of five and a half years starts hating you because you hung out with an elite, bitchy club at Hogwarts, you remember exactly what she says.
And since the Gs were nice to me, and Lily seemed really to have ditched me for her family, and she was saying hurtful things, instead of apologizing, I went ahead (very idiotically) and yelled back, "They were much nicer to me than you were!"
So Lily, being Lily, the one with the fiery redhead temper and all, went, "FINE! If you like those snotty girls better than your BEST FRIEND" (she put great emphasis on the words BEST FRIEND, which I guess was supposed to make me feel guilty, which it did) "then go ahead and be friends with them! See if I care!"
And then she stormed off. The next day, she was chatting with Alice Jenkins and Margie McKinnon at breakfast like she was never best friends with me at all.
She completely ignored me after that. Which is such a shame, because I LIKED her. She was my BEST FRIEND.
So then I just HAD to realize the next day that I was being incredibly foolish, and I went up and tried to apologize to Lily.
Lily doesn't forgive people who wronged her easily, though. So she went, "Aren't you supposed to meet up with your little bitchy friends?" and pointed in the general direction of the Gs. So basically, it was a hopeless cause.
And basically, I caused my best friend to hate me.
Which is such a shame and all.
The Gs make fun of me all the time, but they say they're just joking. I don't think so. The things they say can be very hurtful. Then instead of trying and making it up to me, they just go, "It's a JOKE, Daniella. Lighten up. You are sooo dumb sometimes; can't you tell that we're just KIDDING?"
So now I realize that even though I hang out with them (the Gs, I mean), they don't even really like me.
So basically, I have no friends.
Oh, and I have no boyfriend, either.
Really. I have no reason to return to Hogwarts.
11: 47 PM
I can't sleep. And I still have to wake up early tomorrow morning to get ready for Hogwarts.
Nadine came in before everyone left my birthday party (it was more like a family reunion). She went, "Oh goodie, you're writing in the diary I gave you," in this very sarcastic voice.
My God, she's twenty-flipping-eight. Can't she be mature for just one second?
Obviously not.
And then she just flaunted her husband at me and left.
Gah.
She's just trying to show off the fact that she has a "one true love" (what a load of crock—Nadine doesn't love anyone, and she never will) and I don't.
Big deal.
11: 52 PM
Fine, I'll admit it. It IS a big deal.
It's not like any guys will like me, anyway. I'm totally insane, obsessed with chocolate, and I'm not pretty. I mean, instead of Lily's beautiful red hair or blond hair or black hair, I have BROWN HAIR and BROWN EYES. Which is very uncommon.
Not.
The only guy I dated was Jeremy Banks, in fifth year, and he was totally using me to get to Lily.
That was when Lily and I were still friends…
I miss her…
Where was I?
Oh yes. Jeremy Banks.
Anyway, since Lily and I were still friends that time, when she found out, she was FURIOUS. She said I was her best friend, and no one should treat me like that (because I had actually LIKED him).
She actually even went so far as to ask her nemesis, James Potter, who's a seventh year Gryffindor too, at least this year, to prank him for using me. And James Potter, being completely in love with Lily, would do anything for her. If she asked him to jump off the Astronomy Tower to prove his undying devotion for her, he would. Seriously. And especially since Jeremy had actually liked LILY, who was JAMES'S true love (at least in his opinion), he would definitely prank him (Jeremy, I mean) for me.
Jeremy Banks was pranked (and hexed, now that I think of it) so hard, he was in the hospital wing for three weeks.
The Gs would never do something like that for me.
Sigh.
…
I'm sleepy now. I'm going to sleep. Good night.
…
Wait a minute. Did I just say good night to a diary???
I told you I was insane.
…
Good night.
A/N: I don't actually own a diary myself, so I wouldn't know if people write like that. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Remember, no flames… Please review! Thanks!
-Morsmordre
