This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, so don't blame me if it's bad.br
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I rather poor.
A single candle only lighted the room and the wax was already piling around the bottom of the candle. It gave the room an eerie white glow. The flame reflected off the mirror with no reflection in it.
A girl with flowing jet-black hair down her back was hunched over her vanity mirror writing in her black leather journal. Her pale gray eyes, so light you would have sworn that they were white, quickly glanced outside threw her mirror. It was a full moon, and the yellowness lightens the night sky. The girl looked backed down at her journal and continued to write. A couple of minutes later she stopped writing, and set down her quill, and reread what she written.
Dear Diary,
I wish I could say I was happy or sad or some kind of emotion. I hate to say that my emotions are quite limited. I got a letter from my cousin Karpedti today, saying I could stay with her after my school year ends. I wasn't surprised by this, since my parents are now dead, I know exactly who to thank for that! The murder of my parents was a threat from him…telling me if I don't join him, worse could happen. On a happier note, tomorrow is the first day back to Hogwarts. I dread this year; I can't keep my secret a secret that much longer, people are going to find out. I know that they are not going to want to be around me, they will be afraid of what I am. I know what I've become, and I accept what I've become. It's a full moon outside, and I'm so hungry, unfortunately I'm going to have to keep my hunger under control while I'm back at school. Oh diary, I wish that things could be back the way they were, and I would be back to plain old Hermione Granger.
Hermione closed her diary, and picked up a small bottle that was by the mirror, and closed her eyes before putting it to her lips and gulped it down. She blew out her candle and went to bed.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I rather poor.
A single candle only lighted the room and the wax was already piling around the bottom of the candle. It gave the room an eerie white glow. The flame reflected off the mirror with no reflection in it.
A girl with flowing jet-black hair down her back was hunched over her vanity mirror writing in her black leather journal. Her pale gray eyes, so light you would have sworn that they were white, quickly glanced outside threw her mirror. It was a full moon, and the yellowness lightens the night sky. The girl looked backed down at her journal and continued to write. A couple of minutes later she stopped writing, and set down her quill, and reread what she written.
Dear Diary,
I wish I could say I was happy or sad or some kind of emotion. I hate to say that my emotions are quite limited. I got a letter from my cousin Karpedti today, saying I could stay with her after my school year ends. I wasn't surprised by this, since my parents are now dead, I know exactly who to thank for that! The murder of my parents was a threat from him…telling me if I don't join him, worse could happen. On a happier note, tomorrow is the first day back to Hogwarts. I dread this year; I can't keep my secret a secret that much longer, people are going to find out. I know that they are not going to want to be around me, they will be afraid of what I am. I know what I've become, and I accept what I've become. It's a full moon outside, and I'm so hungry, unfortunately I'm going to have to keep my hunger under control while I'm back at school. Oh diary, I wish that things could be back the way they were, and I would be back to plain old Hermione Granger.
Hermione closed her diary, and picked up a small bottle that was by the mirror, and closed her eyes before putting it to her lips and gulped it down. She blew out her candle and went to bed.