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June 25th, Saving Grace Clinic, little hangleton
Dear diary,
I think this is what you're supposed to write. I've never had a diary. Or maybe I have had many. I cannot remember. I think I'm fourteen, though I might be thirteen or fifteen. My name might be Elizabeth, or Lilac. The names Peter, Tom, Rita, Cedric, Lily, and James feel familiar. But I don't think any belong to me. I could have blonde hair, or black. I think it's red. That, or I knew many people with red hair in my past. Nurse Alicia says that they will call me Jane Doe. She is a nice lady, nurse Alicia. She was the one who gave me my journal. It is a rather pretty journal; it's dark purple with a magenta band and a light purple book marker. She encouraged me to write down my feelings and memories. Thinks that I have amnesia. But that's one thing I don't understand. If I have truly lost ALL of my memories why do I know how to read and write? To talk? To walk? Proper manners like please and thank you, and proper capitalization? How do I know how to count? How do I know about flowers and birds and mums and dads and siblings and soda and candy and soup and swimming and all sorts of things? Why am I not reduced to the slobbering, pooping, babbling, baby I surely was so many years ago? But then again, even if I had my memories, I wouldn't remember learning how to walk or talk. Yet I still could. Maybe amnesia is like that. I wonder where my parents are. Or why I was found tied to a gravestone with a slightly burned, wand like stick. The doctors have theories of course. Their initial thought was that my guardians were abusive, and had decided to kill me. I was using the oddly shaped stick for protection. Then they did a DNA test and found out nothing. Nobody in their system matched my DNA. They went door to door asking, but nobody recognized me. Dr. Swanson himself even asked Clara, the owner of the tattoo place, but she swore that she had never seen me in my life. Doctor found this rather fishy considering the tattoo on my left forearm. Then again, the tattoo itself is rather fishy. It's a skull with a snake coming out of it. It appears burned on, rather than inked in. I'm not sure how I know this, considering I apparently have no memories. Great, Nurse Sophie is on duty today. I have to go now before she force feeds me cauliflower.
-Jane Doe
Daily Prophet
June 27th, 1994
The Girl Who Lived reported missing!
The evening of June 24th, at six twenty three pm, she disappeared from the final task. The triwizard cup, a symbol of victory and triumph, has now been turned into one of sadness and horror as it was revealed to me exclusively, Rita skeeter, that the cup was not what it seemed. The cup transported our beloved heroine, along with Cecil Dingarooy, to a horrible graveyard. Cherry Dingell remembers pulling Alexandra behind a gravestone and cast a disillusion (SP?) charm on himself. It was reported that a hooded Deatheater grabbed Alexandra and tied her to a gravestone, before preforming a horrendous ritual to bring back You-Know-Who. I repeat, You-Know-Who is now in fact alive. Our brave Alexandra dueled him while Diggory stood, frozen in fear. He is above age yet he did nothing. When He Who Must Not Be Named used the torture curse on young Alexandra, age twelve, Clyde fainted. Next thing he knew it was daytime, and Alexandra was gone. The Deatheater and You-Know-Who were nowhere to be seen. Keep Alexandra in your prayers tonight, folks. Rita Skeeter, sighing off.
June 30th, Saving Grace Clinic, little hangleton
Dear journal,
I have decided that I like the term journal more than diary. Sense the last time I wrote, I have found out many things.
1. My hair is long
2. My hair is black
3. My hair is messy
4. I have green eyes
5. I'm 4'10
6. My new name is Leona Stone
7. I'm rather skinny
8. I hate chocolate
9. I love coffee
10. I love soda
11. Tap water around here is unfit to drink
12. In my former life, I liked red
13. I disliked snakes
14. I talked in secret code
15. I liked to pass notes to my (friends? Enemies?)… people
I should probably explain some of these. The first five are obvious, I looked in a mirror, but the next couple might not be. They decided to call me Leona because of my necklace. It has a gold chain and the pendent is red with a black lion outline. Leona means lioness. They found me tied to a gravestone, and thought stone was cheerier than grave. Earlier today I had this strange flashback type thing. I was fingering my necklace when suddenly I saw something. A boy, some years older than me, with brown hair and blue-grey eyes was handing me this necklace. He was wearing a yellow shirt that said Diggory on the back with a picture of a badger below. In the background, I could hear cheering like we were at some kind of sporting event. I was wearing a red shirt, but I couldn't see the writing in the back. It was done in gold though. I saw Diggory's lips move as he latched the necklace, but for some reason I couldn't read his lips. Then I got a searing headache. But clearly I liked red, if I was wearing it and my gift's main color was red. Crumbled in my pocket was a note written in neat writing. Probably from a girl, because they tend to have smaller writing. Again, no idea how I know this. The note said: "Don't let the snakes get to you. You can do it A!" I guess A was my first initial. Below that in my writing was: "You're the best Hermy!" and even further down was the reply: "Don't call me Hermy!" On another note in sloppier writing was the message: "Beat Diggory and show Hufflepuff who is boss!" then below that in writing I once again recognized as my own: "Be nice to Cedric. And Hufflepuff is understandably upset." Then "Whatever you say mate. I swear you are too nice." So I guess whoever this "Hermy" is, is one of my friends. And now I know the first name of the boy who gave me the necklace. Cedric Diggory. I have no idea who Hufflepuff is though. Maybe we are referring to Cedric? I don't know. I must go now. Tomorrow they are moving me to an all-girls orphanage in London called "Kings Home for Girls." Apparently the owner's last name is king. I have to pack the clothing that the members of Little Hangleton have donated for me.
-Leona Stone
Daily Prophet
July 5th, 1994
Breakthrough in the Girl Who Is Missing case!
Albus Dumbledore has reason to believe that Alexandra Potter is at Kings Home for Girls, and orphanage in muggle London. When looking a the registration dates for the orphanage, he saw that an M. potter was listed as joining the orphanage on June 26th, two days after the third task. Though he has no reason why she is listed as M potter instead of A potter, Dumbledore is hopeful that he has found the missing girl. In other news, Alastair Moody, Cedric Diggory, Remus Lupin, and Hermione Granger have all been called in for questioning on the location of Alexandra. Moody was found with a large supply of poly-juice potion along with a mysterious trunk that he refuses to open, Lupin is and old friend of Black who is still at large and after Alexandra, Hermione may be jealous after I wrote an article about Ronald's close friendship with Alexandra, and Cedric and Alexandra may have had a lovers spat. I repeat a lovers spat. Yes, that's right folks. Cedric Diggory and Alexandra Potter were dating. So whether Alexandra is locked in her professor's trunk, in a muggle orphanage, being held captive by her dad's ex best friend, has been killed by a raving (ex)boyfriend or a envious best friend, or is somewhere else entirely we must think of her tonight and hope that whoever took her faces the consequences. Rita skeeter, sighing off.
July 7th, Kings Home for Girls
Dear journal,
The strangest of strange men visited my orphanage yesterday. How odd that I have come to think of a place I barley know as my own. I don't like it very much, and I don't want it to be my own. I feel like a mother whose little boy turned into a murderer and drug addict. You don't want to claim the horrible man as your own, but you can't help but love the little boy turned stranger. The world isn't as black and white as many think it to be. Inside every serial killer is a loveable child, and in every loveable child a serial killer. Or maybe the world doesn't work like that at all. Either way, I don't think my case is like the case of the murderer. I have never loved this place. Back to the topic at hand, his companies were almost as strange. The man himself was wearing a blue suit jacket with orange stripes, a black dress shirt, and a pink tie. He was wearing black pants and had an extremely long white beard. Resting on his crooked nose were half-moon glasses. He had five companions. A man with balding red hair wearing a grey sweater, too-large green cargo pants, and brown working boots. A woman with grey hair wearing faded yellow dress that hung off of her and champagne colored heals. A man with greying sandy hair wearing a faded plaid over coat, a thin white dress shirt, black dress pants, and old looking loafers. Then there were two kids about my age, probably a little older. A girl, probably fourteen, with bushy brown hair wearing a black tank-top, denim shorts, and black heals. The final boy looked to be about fifteen, maybe fourteen with red hair, blue eyes, and wearing a green and black striped shirt, grey corduroy pants, and brown flip-flops. I found this quite odd considering it is July. Then again, I wear warm clothing, but I have a more grave reason. Mrs. King freezes out the house where me and fourteen other girls live. There is talk about only accepting babies from now on, because there are so many of us older kids. Mrs. King, Mr. King, and their daughter Monica all live on the top floor. It is listed as a separate apartment, so she pays for warm water, central heating, and AC in the top floor. Where we live she pays for AC, and cold water. In the summer, she turns up the AC so high that we fantasize about spending our days in the smoldering heat. In the winter, she doesn't bother wasting the money. I'm not sure how I know, but I know that the winters here are brutal. I and the other residents will perish as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow. But, then again, the orphanage would have been closed by now if everyone who entered died. Nobody knows why she hates us orphans so much. Though I have only been here a week, I have heard many theories. Some say her mom was killed by orphans and her father died from depression in result. Or vice versa. Others say that she was one herself, and is bitter as a result. A few believe that she has extreme germ phobia and thinks we are so dirty we must be punished. I don't know what to believe. Wow, I sure tend to ramble a lot. Anywho, back to the odd people. I'm not quite sure what they wanted, Sofi opened the door. But according to her, they were looking for a girl by the name of Alexandra Potter, or possibly M. potter. Sofi explained that she wasn't aware of anyone by that name, but that they were free to look at Margret Porter and anyone else who was a Jane Doe. They met with Margret, and Benicia, and April, but refused to let them see me or May. She apparently gave them a questionnaire to fill out. I have it here so I can copy it down in my journal. I have to return it soon though.
Registration Form
Please fill out this form to be able to meet and interact with the child you are looking to foster
1) Name: Arthur Weasley
2) Occupation: ministry wor one of those museum workers
3) Annual salary: umm…
4) Mobile phone number: don't own a mobile phone. What is that exactly?
5) Home phone number: (555) 374-3739? Or is it (555) 769-1335?
6) Address: I would rather not say
7) Any criminal record: nope
8) Have you ever suffered severe depression: nope
9) Have you ever been to see a psychiatrist: what's that?
10) Do you currently have any children? If so, how many: seven
11) Are you married: yes
12) Pregnant: …no…
13) Have you left the country in the last month: no
14) Child you wish to see: not sure
15) What makes you qualified to foster this child: not sure
16) Did you graduate school when you were seventeen: yes
17) Did you seek out further education after that: no. why would I?
Registration Form
Please fill out this form to be able to meet and interact with the child you are looking to foster
1) Name: Ronald Weasley
2) Occupation: I'm only fourteen
3) Annual salary: again, fourteen
4) Mobile phone number: what's a mobile phone?
5) Home phone number: I don't know. I'm not even sure how a tell-thingy works
6) Address: the burrow
7) Any criminal record: well, not technically.
8) Have you ever suffered severe depression: I've been sad before
9) Have you ever been to see a psychiatrist: does my teacher count? She thinks she physic.
10) Do you currently have any children? If so, how many: no, sheesh. Still fourteen
11) Are you married: what is wrong with you guys?
12) Pregnant: ew
13) Have you left the country in the last month: no
14) Child you wish to see: my best friend, Alexandra Potter
15) What makes you qualified to foster this child: I don't want to foster her
16) Did you graduate school when you were seventeen: 14
17) Did you seek out further education after that: one four!
Registration Form
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1) Name: Minerva McGonagall
2) Occupation: teacher/ deputy headmistress
3) Annual salary: about twenty thousand pounds
4) Mobile phone number: I do not own a mobile phone
5) Home phone number: I don't own a house phone
6) Address: it would be foolish of me to give my home address, for I teach at a boarding school
7) Any criminal record: of course not! Good heavens
8) Have you ever suffered severe depression: no
9) Have you ever been to see a psychiatrist: no
10) Do you currently have any children? If so, how many: I have no children
11) Are you married: I used to be. I am a widow
12) Pregnant: no
13) Have you left the country in the last month: yes
14) Child you wish to see: a girl with black hair and green eyes. with a lightning bolt shaped scar.
15) What makes you qualified to foster this child: I have been her teacher and head of house for four years!
16) Did you graduate school when you were seventeen/ eighteen: yes
17) Did you seek out further education after that: I went through a brief nursing program
Registration Form
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1) Name: Albus Dumbledore
2) Occupation: headmaster
3) Annual salary: fifty more than what Minerva said
4) Mobile phone number: I don't own a phone
5) Home phone number: I don't own a phone
6) Address: a undisclosed location in Scotland
7) Any criminal record: I once broke my brothers nose and got accused of killing my sister
8) Have you ever suffered severe depression: no
9) Have you ever been to see a psychiatrist: oh many. People tend to think I'm quite mad
10) Do you currently have any children? If so, how many: yes. All of my pupils are children
11) Are you married: no
12) Pregnant: oh my, no
13) Have you left the country in the last month: yes. Why?
14) Child you wish to see: Alexandra Potter
15) What makes you qualified to foster this child: I'm her headmaster for Merlin's sake
16) Did you graduate school when you were seventeen: yes
17) Did you seek out further education after that: no
Registration Form
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1) Name: Remus Lupin
2) Occupation: unemployed
3) Annual salary: I don't make one
4) Mobile phone number: I do not own one
5) Home phone number: (555) 927 1684
6) Address: that is top secret
7) Any criminal record: depends on who you ask
8) Have you ever suffered severe depression: yes
9) Have you ever been to see a psychiatrist: yes
10) Do you currently have any children? If so, how many: no
11) Are you married: no
12) Pregnant: no
13) Have you left the country in the last month: yes
14) Child you wish to see: my pseudo niece
15) What makes you qualified to foster this child: I-I don't know
16) Did you graduate school when you were seventeen: yes
17) Did you seek out further education after that: no
Registration Form
Please fill out this form to be able to meet and interact with the child you are looking to foster
1) Name: Hermione Jean Granger
2) Occupation: N/A
3) Annual salary: N/A
4) Mobile phone number: (555) 136 7459
5) Home phone number: (555) 865 0853
6) Address: number 7, Westminster bridge rd., London
7) Any criminal record: no
8) Have you ever suffered severe depression: never
9) Have you ever been to see a psychiatrist: never
10) Do you currently have any children? If so, how many: no
11) Are you married: N/A
12) Pregnant: no
13) Have you left the country in the last month: no
14) Child you wish to see: a jane doe whose real name might be Alexandra. She has black hair, green eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar
15) What makes you qualified to foster this child: I do not wish to foster her
16) Did you graduate school when you were seventeen: N/A
17) Did you seek out further education after that: N/A
These were all very strange replies. So secretive and unsure. Mrs. King says that they were lying, and were the ones who kidnapped me. I was probably in my uncle's custody and those other people helped to kidnap me. I bet he is my real uncle, not my pseudo uncle. Anyway, she showed them May, but not me. I must go sneak these papers back now. But I must look more into this "Hermione Granger" girl. She seemed to be the only normal one. Maybe she was kidnapped like me? I will try to get in touch with her.
-Leona Stone
June 27th, 1995
The girl who went missing case stalled!
It has been a year sense Alexandra potter, the girl who lived, went missing. She was competing for the title of triwizard champion, when she went missing and was presumably kidnapped by you-know-who. The missing persons case that has kept the wizarding world on the edge of their seats for a year now, has been stalled. You know who was killed last night by Auror Shackelbolt (SP?) you know who himself was leading a raid at the ministry. The remaining Deatheaters fled, and are now being tracked down by the team that use to be searching for Alexandra. While many of her close friends protested, Dumbledore himself insisted that it was quote unquote for the greater good. Many wonder whose greater good. Rita skeeter, signing off.
June 30th, 1995
Pettigrew found alive, black innocent!
Earlier today, aurors found the headquarters of the Deatheaters. There, was peter Pettigrew who confessed to killing all of those muggles, so many years ago. Black was pardoned and yours exclusively was able to meet up with him for comment. "I am very happy that the wizarding world has seen the errors of their way and proclaimed me free. But nothing would make me happier then being able t share this freedom with my beloved goddaughter, Alexandra. She is my legal charge after all." Stated black. How heartwarming. I certainly hope for happily ever after, but nobody has seen her in a year, and spirits are low.
Kings home for girls
July 2nd
Deer, jernal,
It has ben a yeer sense i have last wrote. My righting skills have gotton werse. Looking back, it was august 5 when I last wrote. The night befour i ran. Yesterday the fuzz caught me. it was not pretty. i will try to give an correct tail of what happens hear. For this place isnt what it seems. It is a…a wuolf in sheeps skin.
-leona stone
October 30th, 1995
The girl who lived dead!
Peter Pettigrew admitted to seeing you know who kill Alexandra potter under vertisium! Let us bow our heads in a moment of silence for our young hero. A small funeral will be held on an undisclosed date. It is invite only. But members of the public who are not invited, but wish to pay their respects, can leave their flowers on the Quidditch pitch. They will be left as tribute for a week, before being transferred to her grave. Her tomb shall be filled with tokens from her friends and family, but members of the public may have theirs left on top of the grave. With a heavy heart, Rita skeeter signing off.
October 30th
Kings home for girls
Dear journal,
My writing has improved in the past couple of months. I still sometimes speak improperly, quite often in fact. But on the streets, talking normally was mocked. You were considered a little girl. So I adopted an accent that I am shamed to say has not disappeared. On the bright side, I now have a son. Sorta. The babies that were left at kings, some had things wrong. Nobody wants them. they are impaired, or sick, or not considered "beautiful". Studies show that girls with big eyes, blue eyes, blonde hair, and expressive faces are most sought after. Boys with brown eyes, fair skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, long eyelashes, and brown hair are sought after. Babies she thinks nobody wants are not well taken care of, so many find them "sickly, weak, and unhealthy" looking. Of course nobody wonders why almost everyone at kings looks that way. Nope. The fuzz doesent care. Not as long as there is someone willing to take the "dangerous riffraff." Kings home for girls no longer seems like an appropriate name, for many of the babies are boys. But I know that they will most likely be kicked out before the age of nine. Mrs. King will make sure of it. She is a true monster. Life is a monster. It is horrible, unfair, and stupid. But I know I cant blame the world for my problems. It's not the worlds fault the Michela died. I only blame Mrs. And Mr. King. They refused to give her medical treatment. They simply locked her in the cellar so she couldn't contaminate anyone else. She died in five days. Anyway, I should probably go. But I needed to set the record straight about what happened today. About how Michela died. About how it took the teacher five weeks to call looking for her. About how we are all heading the same way.
-Leona stone
so I'm pretty sure that this is the only chapter that will be told like this, but I will include newspaper clips and journal entries sometimes.