Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or any of the Characters of the Books. These are all the original creations of J.K. Rowling. Please note, I have no beta, and I will never have the patience to edit all of this. Sorry!
A.N. This all started as essentially a joke between my friend and I. We had been reading some of those Mary Sue mocking parodies, and wondered what it would be like to write the story from the view point of Mary Sue's little sister (we were at a competition in Raleigh, and a little bored). You may notice, however, that Maggie Finch seems to have developed a mind of her own, and hence the story has evolved into the story of her life, which happened to be plagued by Mary Sue.
Less Than Perfect: The Diary of Mary Sue's Little Sister.
8/12/1996
Dear Diary,
I know that I received you over a month ago, but I have never kept a diary before and am not quite accustomed to the idea of pouring my heart out into a book. I am always afraid that somebody will find this and read it. If you are reading this right now, stop. I promise you, there is nothing interesting here.
Well, I suppose Mother was right, it is curious that I've never kept a diary before, as I've been writing all my life. I feel so much safer writing in poetry, because even if someone makes fun of me for it, they will never understand it.
Mum says she needs my help chopping vegetables, and she wont let me delegate to Thomas, so I shall have to continue later.
Now, where to hide you?
8/14/1996
Well Diary, I've returned, now what am I to write in you? My name is Marjorie Finch, but you can call me Maggie. My mother always favored French names, but I've not a drop of French in me, and I even failed when I attempted to learn the language in grammar school. Ah well.
It does feel awkward, trying to write about myself. I mean really, what am I to say? I could tell you that I am fifteen years old now, but you were my birthday gift in June, so surely you know that. I have a little brother, Tom, who is ten years old, and an elder sister, Cecily Ambre, who I intend to speak no more of here, and who is seventeen years old and terribly wicked. Let us see then…I could tell you that I attended the Ambleton grammar school until I was ten years old, before starting at Hogwarts the following fall.
I think that's all for now Diary. I am becoming convinced that you shall be my dear friend, and I will return when I've thought of something to write about.
8/25/1996
Hello again, Diary. It's nearly midnight, and my sister has not yet returned home. She's been out on a date all night, and guess who she's out with? Brian Maccavoy!
I know that this means nothing to you diary, but I have fancied Brian all summer! He is a seventeen year old muggle and is terribly handsome, and his sensitivity is relfected in his rather large blue eyes. And she knew I fancy him! She still knows! And yet, she still asked him to the cinema with her tonight!
I could kill her for all the boys she's stolen from me.
My first boyfriend was a boy named Drake that asked me to the summer carival when I was thirteen. We had hardly been there for an hour, and he nearly jumped off the ferris wheel to get a better look at her.
The second boy, who I went to a concert with, fell head over heels in love with her when he saw her dancing drunkenly to the muggle band that was playing.
The third one was completely and utterly her fault. It truly was, she marched right up to him and kissed him beneath the mistletoe while we were home on Holiday. She told me later that she was "just testing" him for me.
He was even a year too young for her.
I desperately wish that I could do magic while home on vacation to reveal to Brian that Cecily really is a witch, but my friend Luna tells me that if you use magic outside of school the ministry will send its army of crabsters after you.
Perhaps I'll just show him all the empty bottles of bleach instead.
8/29/1996
Once more, my home is a madhouse as we busy about preparing to return to Hogwarts. I can hardly imagine how next year will be, when Tom will be starting his first year of School. As for myself, I will be starting my fifth year, and Mrs. Cecily, who insisted on purchasing all new dress robes today, will be starting her sixth. Buying robes for Cecily is no short affair, after she spends hours finding the perfect color, she has them all tailored so that they fit her perfectly about the waist. And has the neckline brought down, of course. Cecily is in Gryffindor, though I've no idea why. Sorting her must have been terribly amusing if they called out her whole name, which is quite long. Despite the good name that her house gets, I prefer the company of my own house, Ravenclaw. It's almost impossible to have a half intelligent conversation with anyone else, the Hufflepuff girls are always falling over some boy or another while the Gryffindor girls are always going on about Harry Potter and quidditch.
Diary, please don't tell, but I've always wished that I could play quidditch too. I tried out for bloody close to every position during both my second and third year, and I never made it. I suppose it was simply not meant to be.
I'm not ready for summer to be over.
Sweet Dreams, Diary.
To be continued…