The Confidant
By- Monki_From_Hell
Author's Note- Hey all! Well.. I haven't posted a story in such a long time. and this is a new pen name for me. I used to be one of the midnights. I finally realized that too many people used that stupid name, so I made a different one, you likey? Okay, so enough of this Pen Name crapola. This story is based on the Princess Diaries series by Meg Cabot.
DISCLAIMER- I do not, do not, do not own Harry Potter and any of its characters. JK Rowling does. But I do own characters that will appear in later chapters, so HA!
Okay.on with da show!
Dear Journal 8/9
Are you in possession of my mind? Am I to sacrifice helpless roosters for you to gain power?
No, Virginia, you prat! This is a muggle journal. Why would it hurt you? Hermione checked it. The whole family checked it.
It doesn't take you too long to see how sheltered I am, does it, Journal? It's pathetic. Pitiful. Insane.
But that's my life. It's sheltered, protected and enclosed. I'm surprised they even let Hermione give me this journal, because it might ' Give me nightmares' or ' Make me panic.' Ha! Ha! Ha! I laugh at the thought.
I didn't want to write in here in the first place, you know. Mum and Dad handed it to me (after thoroughly inspecting it) with pained looks on their faces, telling me in an overly-calm manner that I could use this to record my feelings in.
Am I really that piteous????
Well, I stood there for a fleeting moment, staring at it , like a dolt, until I smiled my mask-like smile, thanked them and took it.
It's been sitting on my bedside table for two days now, untouched.
Not now, anyway. See Hermione? I did it. I'm actually writing in it. Happy now?? Ha! I'm talking to someone who's not there.
I really am that piteous.
Dear Journal 8/11
Harry's coming today.
It's always a fiasco when Harry comes. Mum's always cleaning, Fred and George are always busy conjuring up new pranks to impress him, Hermione's busy helping Mum, and Ron's up in his room, sorting out his Chocolate Frog cards.
And me? I just stay upstairs.
The last time I tried to help out, I accidentally spilled some bleach on our brown sofa, and Mum had to spend hours trying to get the stain out. So, it doesn't come as a surprise that I was never allowed to help clean again.
It's not like I want to clean or anything. No one, ( well,except Hermione, I suppose. ) likes helping mum clean. Cleaning is a waste of time in this house, anyway. Once you're done cleaning something, one of my six siblings has messed it up again.
I don't think Harry's too picky about these things.
I mean, if he's staying at our house for the remainder of the summer holidays, he can't be that picky.
Urrgh! There I go again. Grumbling about my living conditions.
I am just tooooo royal for this filthy environment.
I am so ungrateful.
Well..since everyone seems to want to meet Harry right when Dad brings him in, I think he'll really appreciate it if I greeted him later, or if I just didn't greet him at all.
Ginny Weasley, you are just pitiful.
Later 8/11
Harry's here.
WHY DO I CARE???? WHY DO I EVEN CARE?? It's not like I'm madly in love with him.
Oh, wait. Yes it is.
Ha,ha. Silly me.
Okay, well maybe I'm not in LOVE with him.
I just have a very strong LIKE for him. Yeah, that's it, a very strong like.
Figures. Someone like me, scrawny, flat-chested and meek, is totally in like with someone like HIM..tall, well figured.
And FAMOUS.
Did I mention FAMOUS????
Yeah, right Gin. Fat chance he'll notice you.
By- Monki_From_Hell
Author's Note- Hey all! Well.. I haven't posted a story in such a long time. and this is a new pen name for me. I used to be one of the midnights. I finally realized that too many people used that stupid name, so I made a different one, you likey? Okay, so enough of this Pen Name crapola. This story is based on the Princess Diaries series by Meg Cabot.
DISCLAIMER- I do not, do not, do not own Harry Potter and any of its characters. JK Rowling does. But I do own characters that will appear in later chapters, so HA!
Okay.on with da show!
Dear Journal 8/9
Are you in possession of my mind? Am I to sacrifice helpless roosters for you to gain power?
No, Virginia, you prat! This is a muggle journal. Why would it hurt you? Hermione checked it. The whole family checked it.
It doesn't take you too long to see how sheltered I am, does it, Journal? It's pathetic. Pitiful. Insane.
But that's my life. It's sheltered, protected and enclosed. I'm surprised they even let Hermione give me this journal, because it might ' Give me nightmares' or ' Make me panic.' Ha! Ha! Ha! I laugh at the thought.
I didn't want to write in here in the first place, you know. Mum and Dad handed it to me (after thoroughly inspecting it) with pained looks on their faces, telling me in an overly-calm manner that I could use this to record my feelings in.
Am I really that piteous????
Well, I stood there for a fleeting moment, staring at it , like a dolt, until I smiled my mask-like smile, thanked them and took it.
It's been sitting on my bedside table for two days now, untouched.
Not now, anyway. See Hermione? I did it. I'm actually writing in it. Happy now?? Ha! I'm talking to someone who's not there.
I really am that piteous.
Dear Journal 8/11
Harry's coming today.
It's always a fiasco when Harry comes. Mum's always cleaning, Fred and George are always busy conjuring up new pranks to impress him, Hermione's busy helping Mum, and Ron's up in his room, sorting out his Chocolate Frog cards.
And me? I just stay upstairs.
The last time I tried to help out, I accidentally spilled some bleach on our brown sofa, and Mum had to spend hours trying to get the stain out. So, it doesn't come as a surprise that I was never allowed to help clean again.
It's not like I want to clean or anything. No one, ( well,except Hermione, I suppose. ) likes helping mum clean. Cleaning is a waste of time in this house, anyway. Once you're done cleaning something, one of my six siblings has messed it up again.
I don't think Harry's too picky about these things.
I mean, if he's staying at our house for the remainder of the summer holidays, he can't be that picky.
Urrgh! There I go again. Grumbling about my living conditions.
I am just tooooo royal for this filthy environment.
I am so ungrateful.
Well..since everyone seems to want to meet Harry right when Dad brings him in, I think he'll really appreciate it if I greeted him later, or if I just didn't greet him at all.
Ginny Weasley, you are just pitiful.
Later 8/11
Harry's here.
WHY DO I CARE???? WHY DO I EVEN CARE?? It's not like I'm madly in love with him.
Oh, wait. Yes it is.
Ha,ha. Silly me.
Okay, well maybe I'm not in LOVE with him.
I just have a very strong LIKE for him. Yeah, that's it, a very strong like.
Figures. Someone like me, scrawny, flat-chested and meek, is totally in like with someone like HIM..tall, well figured.
And FAMOUS.
Did I mention FAMOUS????
Yeah, right Gin. Fat chance he'll notice you.