Prologue/Background Information.

I disclaim

Hi, my name is Blaise Reanna Zabini, and this is my story. I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. (I'm in Slytherin House.) I am writing this because the counsellor that works for the Foster Home said that I should make a diary of sorts, so this is my twisted attempt at a diary.

First you- and no one is actually going to read this, so I don't know who I'm actually talking to- should know a little more about me. There's really not much to say. My parents are dead (to me,) I live in this bloody "Foster Home" (which is really more like an 'Auberge de Jeunesse') for two months of the year. For the rest of the year, I'm at boarding school.

I'm not ugly, no one's ever accused me of that, but I've never been called pretty before. My eyes are brown, like my hair- which is quite long, and kind of just sits there. I wouldn't say I was short, but I'm not tall either. I have a slight figure, I may even be a bit underweight but I have never been a really big eater.) My boobs are nothing special- nothing a guy would drool over.

I like sleeping, it's my favourite thing to do. When I sleep, I dream, and when I dream I can escape from the world. When I'm asleep I am accepted for what I am. To bad I'm not good at it. I also enjoy singing. When I sing I can fake my emotions.

I don't really have any friends to talk about, and I'll let you devise your own opinions about my enemies. I do have a hero though, he's the reason my parents are... gone. I guess I'm not being very original, Harry Potter is every ones hero. But he's my hero for entirely different reasons.

I hate conformity, I don't want to be normal. But being normal is something I wish I could be, fitting in is something I wish I could do.

Well, that was all I had to say about me. The past is not something I like to think about, but hey, neither is the future. I guess this is the end of my first entry. Good day.

A/N: And 'Auberge de Jeunesse' is a Youth Hostel en Français

Chapter 1: The Best Day of My Overly Pathetic Life

(A/N- Blaise writes her diary in the third person. A little weird- I know- but that's what she is.)

I disclaim: I don't own any of these characters, and I don't own the setting either. I believe that you know that it all belongs to J.K Rowling... so I'll just stop babbling and get on with the show.

 Blaise Zabini walked past the stores in Diagon Alley. She knew that she should really hurry up and buy her things, but she didn't want to go back to the Foster home.

All she really had left to buy were her books, but to buy them she should have been headed in the other direction.

Skulking along at a slow pace Blaise prayed that she wouldn't run into anyone she knew. The only people she knew were people she didn't like, and the only people she knew that would be in Diagon Alley were Slytherins.

Sure, she was a Slytherin herself, but she still hated and despised them. It's not like they liked her either, Blaise had actually tried making friends with those in her year. They had rejected her, she was as good as a 'mudblood' to them, having grown up in a the muggle world.

Blaise really regretted being sorted into Slytherin. On top of all her house mates hating her, all the other houses hated her because she was a Slytherin.

It wasn't like she didn't belong in Slytherin. Blaise was a grade A schemer, it's just that she never really had that courage (or the heart) to put one of her plans into action. She didn't really fit the Slytherin stereo type of being mean and malevolent. That was one of the reasons her housemates didn't like her, but the fact was lost on all the other houses, who took one look at the Slytherin badge on her robes and put her into that category.

It's not like Blaise was at all shocked or devastated by being shunned. Her whole life ever since the people that she called 'mum' and 'dad' had died had prepared her for the disappointment of rejection. No one ever paid attention to her, ever.

Ok, maybe some people had paid attention to her. "Hey Zabini, you're a disgrace to all us Slytherins." "Hey mudblood, why don't you just kill yourself and save us the trouble." These remarks didn't hurt her at all though. Ok, maybe a little. Rather- a lot. But hey, who said life was going to be easy? Certainly not Blaise.

Lost in her thoughts, Blaise wasn't really paying attention to anything around her, so predictably, she ran into something... or someone. Luckily neither of their paces were fast enough to knock the other over, or knock the purchases out of the hands of their new owners hands.

"Oh sorry." Came the other party's reply. "Me too." Blaise replied and was prepared to continue on her 'merry' way, but when she saw who it was that she bumped into, she was compelled to stay.

Her very own (and almost everyone else's) hero stood there. 'Think of something witty to say, something that will blow him off his feet.' "Hi." 'Oh yeah,' she thought. 'Real Intelligent.'

"Er, do I know you?" Harry Potter asked her.

"Not technically, but figuratively." Blaise said.

"Er, What?"

"We go to the same school."

"Oh I see, I thought you may have, kind of, looked a little familiar." He said, shuffling his feet. "So, I um... I'm done all my shopping, and my uncle isn't picking me up for awhile. Do you want to walk around for a while? Maybe get a drink at the Leaky Cauldron?" He smiled shyly at her, as if he'd never asked that kind of thing before.

'Did he really just ask me to get a drink with him?' Blaise thought in wonder. One look at his shy smile reassured her, and she smiled happily. "Actually, that sounds excellent. I've been looking for a way to blow some time. I really don't want to go back to where I'm going."

"Neither do I, believe me." They started walking in the direction Blaise had been headed earlier, when she bumped into him. "If I was allowed to go anywhere else, I would. But Professor Dumbledor seems to think that it's safer with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin."

"If I had anywhere else to go, I would. Has your summer really been as bad as mine?" Blaise asked him.

"Probably worse. I'm always afraid that I'm going to lose my temper and hex my cousin Dudley, I've almost done twice... This week!"

They both laughed to this, Blaise picturing his cousin as one of her roommates at school named Pansy Parkinson. Still laughing they walked into the Leaky Cauldron, sat at a table, and ordered their drinks.

"Tell me about this cousin of yours." Blaise said, wanting to steer the conversation as far away from her as possible.

"Well, Dudley is moderately... no... really, really fat. He eats everything he can get his grubby little hands on. He really hates me, and loves to torment me. When we were little, and going to school together, he would always get his little gang to beat me up.

"Uncle Vernon is like an older version of Dudley, but not quite as fat. He hates everything to do with magic, and locks me in a cupboard every time I even mention any thing to do with magic, Hogwarts, or even my parents.

"Aunt Petunia isn't fat like the rest of them, but she has a really long, ugly neck. She's a nasty gossip, and always spy on the neighbours.

"They all hate me, and do any thing they can to make my life miserable. When I'm there I do all their house work, and cooking. They usually just ignore me, and I'm more than happy to ignore them."

"Wow" Blaise exclaimed when he was done. "They sound horrid. Your aunt reminds me of one of my roommates. She's a vicious gossip to, and I try to avoid her as best as I can too."

Harry and Blaise talked and talked until Blaise finally said that she should be going to buy her books. "I'll join you." Harry said, so they walked all the way to the book store talking about Quidditch. Blaise quickly found her books, and brought them to the counter.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed. "I had to get all the same books... almost" He was looking at her Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy books.

"Well, we are in the same year, Harry."

"No wonder I recognized you a little."

"We also have potions together."

"Potions?"

"Yeah..."

"You're a Slytherin! What... how could you not have told me? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!"

"I didn't think that it mattered."

"You didn't think that I mattered? You're a bloody Slytherin for Christ's sake!"

"I still don't think it matters. Sure, most Slytherins are corrupt and obscene, but..."

"All Slytherins are 'corrupt and obscene!' I... I'm out of here!" So Harry left, and Blaise stayed, feeling depressed and dejected. But it had still been the best day of her overly pathetic life.