Disclaimer: Okay, I know you guys are smart and don't need me to babble on
about how I don't Harry Potter, but for the people who are not so
intellectually gifted, I do NOT own Harry Potter or any character in any of
the books. The only characters I own are the ones that come out of my own
twisted imagination, and if you are a fan of the books then you should be
able to tell who those are
Authors Note: Just hang on a bit longer, okay? Though this story takes place in the future, I will write it so that it seems to be taking place in the present. I will do that because I am not really that good at the whole "future" thing. Well I am done rambling now, so just kick back and enjoy the story, I think it is a good one.
Dear Diary:
Wow, that phrase has been used a lot, don't you think? I mean doesn't everybody start their diary entry by saying "Dear Diary". I guess no one can think up a better phrase. I mean no person in their right mind is going to start by saying "Yo diary" or "What's up dawg". I don't even know why I am keeping a diary; I mean I don't really seem like the type. Mum doesn't really like them either; she said that she had a bad experience with one when she was in her first year. I thought that that was kind of odd until I found out that it was actually possessed by Voldemort, forced her to petrify her fellow students, and almost led her to her death. The sad part is that it is all true.
So what does one do in a diary, describe her/himself? I guess it is a start. Well my name is Tara Ann Potter. I am not much to look at really, I'm a pretty messed up person actually. Somewhere my genes got totally demented. My hair is mostly red like mum's but I have a bunch of jet black streaks in it, and get this. They are completely natural! I have never heard of natural black except for me. Also my eyes, they are a dark green, you know like Irish green, but they have shots of brown in them. So I have red and black hair and streaked eyes. I think I'm a mutant. A mutant with no special powers. I am also really tall, 5'11 and am pretty skinny. Mum says that I look like a model; I think I look more like a walking stick. I am not really popular; I guess I'm more of an outsider. Not that I don't have any friends, oh no. I have four great friends; remind me to tell you about them later. I am just not one of those preppy, flirty, insane girls like Lindy Malfoy (My personal worst enemy, dad says that the Potters and the Malfoys have never gotten along, I wonder why; oh yea, maybe it because they are a bunch of stuck up, rich snobs)
It is not only my looks that set me apart from everybody else. My real problem is Bob. Now don't get me wrong, Bob is a great person, in his own little way, but I mean come on, the man is 6'7, weighs 300 pounds, carries around about ten machine guns, and wrestles with wild boars. As a hobby. Bob also happens to be my bodyguard. Now why do I need a body guard you ask? I am not some type of princess from a faraway country that no person has ever heard of, not even close. It just so happens that my dad is Harry Potter and he is number one on Voldemort's list of most wanted. (If he has one, that is) So I being his only daughter and oldest child have to have a huge bodyguard following me around wherever I go. Just in case that Voldemort would want to kidnap me, though I don't know what he would want with a skinny, fifteen year old with two-toned hair. My brothers also have guards. Remind me to tell you about them later, right now I need to go to sleep if I will even be alive tomorrow, so nighty night.
Author's Note: So, you like? I try to make Tara just like an average teen with some not so average problems. Please review; I will be your best friend forever, hehe, bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Sorry, random impulse)
Shadowcat
Authors Note: Just hang on a bit longer, okay? Though this story takes place in the future, I will write it so that it seems to be taking place in the present. I will do that because I am not really that good at the whole "future" thing. Well I am done rambling now, so just kick back and enjoy the story, I think it is a good one.
Dear Diary:
Wow, that phrase has been used a lot, don't you think? I mean doesn't everybody start their diary entry by saying "Dear Diary". I guess no one can think up a better phrase. I mean no person in their right mind is going to start by saying "Yo diary" or "What's up dawg". I don't even know why I am keeping a diary; I mean I don't really seem like the type. Mum doesn't really like them either; she said that she had a bad experience with one when she was in her first year. I thought that that was kind of odd until I found out that it was actually possessed by Voldemort, forced her to petrify her fellow students, and almost led her to her death. The sad part is that it is all true.
So what does one do in a diary, describe her/himself? I guess it is a start. Well my name is Tara Ann Potter. I am not much to look at really, I'm a pretty messed up person actually. Somewhere my genes got totally demented. My hair is mostly red like mum's but I have a bunch of jet black streaks in it, and get this. They are completely natural! I have never heard of natural black except for me. Also my eyes, they are a dark green, you know like Irish green, but they have shots of brown in them. So I have red and black hair and streaked eyes. I think I'm a mutant. A mutant with no special powers. I am also really tall, 5'11 and am pretty skinny. Mum says that I look like a model; I think I look more like a walking stick. I am not really popular; I guess I'm more of an outsider. Not that I don't have any friends, oh no. I have four great friends; remind me to tell you about them later. I am just not one of those preppy, flirty, insane girls like Lindy Malfoy (My personal worst enemy, dad says that the Potters and the Malfoys have never gotten along, I wonder why; oh yea, maybe it because they are a bunch of stuck up, rich snobs)
It is not only my looks that set me apart from everybody else. My real problem is Bob. Now don't get me wrong, Bob is a great person, in his own little way, but I mean come on, the man is 6'7, weighs 300 pounds, carries around about ten machine guns, and wrestles with wild boars. As a hobby. Bob also happens to be my bodyguard. Now why do I need a body guard you ask? I am not some type of princess from a faraway country that no person has ever heard of, not even close. It just so happens that my dad is Harry Potter and he is number one on Voldemort's list of most wanted. (If he has one, that is) So I being his only daughter and oldest child have to have a huge bodyguard following me around wherever I go. Just in case that Voldemort would want to kidnap me, though I don't know what he would want with a skinny, fifteen year old with two-toned hair. My brothers also have guards. Remind me to tell you about them later, right now I need to go to sleep if I will even be alive tomorrow, so nighty night.
Author's Note: So, you like? I try to make Tara just like an average teen with some not so average problems. Please review; I will be your best friend forever, hehe, bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Sorry, random impulse)
Shadowcat