Disclaimer: I'm the rightful owner of: my notebook, my cd's and my madness. Right now I do NOT own Harry Potter, or its characters, or its plot.

Snivelly, Snivelly, Snivelly Snu, who has a greasier hair than you?

Snivellus' diary

September 1st, 1976.

My room, Slytherin Dungeons.

Today I returned to Hogwarts after my holidays. I had three months to study DADA and the most important thing: three months away from Black and Potter (filthy blood traitors). In the Hogwarts Express, when I was about to go to the bathroom, Potter tried to petrified me but he missed and hit a stupid Huffie: HAHA! Then Evans came and slapped him in the face because he had asked her again to go on a date with him. This seems my lucky day. Woo Hoo! –see the sarcasm- Going to bed, tomorrow we start classes.

September 2nd, 1976.

History of Magic.

I really loathe this subject. And the professor too. He's a boring idiot that hasn't even realised he's dead. I also loathe Potter and Black and Lupin. Today, while I was having breakfast they hexed my school robes, so that everybody could see my underwear and then turned my hair red with golden streaks. I looked like a bloody Gryffi a whole hour. It was DISGUSTING. They're such prats! They think they're better than Slytherins, which it's not. I'm going to get back at them. Don't know how, but I'll get revenge. Finally this stupid class is going to finish. Oh, no! Now I have Transfiguration with the school's gits (Gryffis), great! Another hour with muggleborns, half-bloods and blood traitors, this is going to be fun! –again see the sarcasm and the irony- Heading for Transfiguration with McGonagall (a stupid witch who I hate and well, she hates me back).

September 4th, 1976.

Library.

Today Lucius told me I looked like a bloody Huffie writing in this 'diary'. For my disgust, I have to agree, I really look like one of those good-for-nothing. I'm getting sick just of thinking about it. –Gone to vomit, be right back- I'm here again. After being send yesterday to the Hospital Wing with this ugly Mme. Pomfrey,(courtesy of Black and Potter, of course) I haven't been attacked, which I assume is quite relaxing. Today I can go to the Slytherin Common Room and do all my homework and study. Finally a day when I can do whatever I want. However, I have a nasty feeling about this 'pranking break', maybe they're in a whole-life detention. No, that would be too good to be true. I'm going to meet with Lucius, Narcissa and Regulus for lunch.

September 5th, 1976.

Somewhere in this bloody castle and its grounds.

Finally! Today is Saturday. I don't have to deal with Gryffindors, Ravenclaws or even Hufflepuffs. Lord, I'm lucky! I hate those stupid gits! Black and Potter strike again yesterday after dinner. I was going to the Common Room and they hanged me from the ceiling. The worst part was that I was going to ask Bellatrix out when I got in the Common Room but this prats ashamed me before so I couldn't really ask her out. Stupid gits! Today, at breakfast Pettigrew (the stupid boy that worships Potter and Black) hexed himself and he finished without legs or arms. McGonagall's screams could be hear in Hogsmeade; MUAHAHAHAHA! (If you are too stupid to notice, that's my evil laugh) Going away from here.

September 6th, 1976.

In an abandoned classroom.

This was the worst Sunday in my entire life. Today I decided to ask Bellatrix out. When I asked her, she started laughing and didn't finish for about ten minutes, then came that good-for-nothing Rodolphus Lestrange and hexed me for 'having the nerve to ask his girlfriend out'. How was I supposed to know that she was his girlfriend? I'm not one of those stupid idiots that gossip around all day, I do have a life! Well, sort of ... Bored to death. Going to do something useful like studying, doing my homework or just ... sleeping.

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Well, hope you like it, I think it's quite good, but hey! I'm the writer after all. So, If you actually read what I wrote: I LOVE YOU for being so pacient, but If you submit a review, I'll love you more, so; go!

Love you all.

Laura