Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titllandus
By: Slytherin_By_Heart
(A/N:) Of course, I don't own anything in this story. None of the characters, places...you get the idea. OOPS, wait I do own something. But it's nothing big. Just a familiar in there. Anyways I hope you enjoy the story as much as I had a painstakingly time writing it. (kiddin')
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What do I do to ignore them behind me? Do I follow my instincts blindly? Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? Do I sit here and try to stand it? Or do I try to catch them red-handed? Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness? Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin I make the right moves but I'm lost within I put on my daily façade but then I just end up getting hurt again
-"By Myself" By: Linkin Park
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My name is Mandy Brocklehurst. I don't expect you to know me, or even recognize my name. In this life I think I was destined to be a filler in the crowd. No one has ever noticed me, and I'm perfectly glad with that. ...At least most of the time. Hey, you can't expect someone not to want a little attention now and then. But anyways, back to what I was saying.
Ah, yes. No one notices me.
Have you heard of Harry Potter? Well of course you have, who hasn't. Well I started at Hogwarts the same year as him. I was one of the first to be sorted too. I'm a Ravenclaw in case you were wondering. Well I was as excited as any other person in my position to be accepted into Hogwarts.
"Oh, stop being foolish, Mandy dear. Everyone of the Brocklehurst family has gone to a wizard school."
That's my mother. That's what she said to me on the morning I received that letter saying I was accepted at Hogwarts. At an age of 11, it was the best thing that had happened to me.
But my parents, being part of a prim, and proper, and did I mention RICH, wizard family hadn't expected anything different of her little daughter.
So I was soon sent off with a house-elf to gather my things for my first year at Hogwarts. Can you believe that, a house-elf? A HOUSE-ELF! My regal parents couldn't even come with me.
"Important business down at the club, darling." My father had said, patting my head good-naturedly, and leaving with my mother.
Yes, I am a little sore about it, but I would never say that to anyone but my cat Gwen. It's not like she's going to go tell anyone. I wouldn't want to soil the family name.
After being weighed down with all my supplies for school, my cloaks, and my cat, I was lead by my parents down the platform 9 and 3/4 to the gleaming scarlet train, waiting to be boarded.
What a picture we must have made. A wealthy couple seeing off their little girl to school. No tears, no hugs, no kisses. Just a warning that I must uphold the family name.
So I boarded the train, finding a compartment to myself. I set my case for Gwen on the seat across from me and let her out. She contentedly curled up beside me after I flopped down into the seat. I sat staring out the window as the countryside went by.
When I got bored of that I walked the length of the train, looking in on other students in their compartments. All were with their friends and happy. I can tell you it didn't make me feel any better. I made my way back to my compartment but not until I ran into Harry Potter.
Really he didn't look at all as great as everyone said he would look. He looked like a normal kid, well except the scar. He didn't notice me nonetheless, and I slipped by him.
I won't bore you with all the details of the rest of the ride to Hogwarts. Or for that matter the rest of that year.
Main thing was I wasn't really accepted in my house. The guys ignored me, the other girls sneered and laughed at me, spreading lies about me.
The only one I think I really got along with was the resident ghost of Ravenclaw Tower, the Grey Lady. She was very kind to me, and helped me to get through the hard times.
I cheered with everyone else at the first Quidditch game of my 1st year. I heard the accusations thrown at Harry when everyone believed he was Salazar Slytherin's heir. I was feeling uneasy like everyone else when the Dementors loomed around the school. I watched on the edge of my seat at the Triwizard Tournament with the rest of the school.
But I was always in the shadows, never really standing out in a crowd. I was quiet, and didn't whine or complain. I waited for my time and planned. And now in my 6th year I'll make sure I'm noticed.
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(A/N:) Of course, I don't own anything in this story. None of the characters, places...you get the idea. OOPS, wait I do own something. But it's nothing big. Just a familiar in there. Anyways I hope you enjoy the story as much as I had a painstakingly time writing it. (kiddin')
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What do I do to ignore them behind me? Do I follow my instincts blindly? Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? Do I sit here and try to stand it? Or do I try to catch them red-handed? Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness? Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin I make the right moves but I'm lost within I put on my daily façade but then I just end up getting hurt again
-"By Myself" By: Linkin Park
[i]
My name is Mandy Brocklehurst. I don't expect you to know me, or even recognize my name. In this life I think I was destined to be a filler in the crowd. No one has ever noticed me, and I'm perfectly glad with that. ...At least most of the time. Hey, you can't expect someone not to want a little attention now and then. But anyways, back to what I was saying.
Ah, yes. No one notices me.
Have you heard of Harry Potter? Well of course you have, who hasn't. Well I started at Hogwarts the same year as him. I was one of the first to be sorted too. I'm a Ravenclaw in case you were wondering. Well I was as excited as any other person in my position to be accepted into Hogwarts.
"Oh, stop being foolish, Mandy dear. Everyone of the Brocklehurst family has gone to a wizard school."
That's my mother. That's what she said to me on the morning I received that letter saying I was accepted at Hogwarts. At an age of 11, it was the best thing that had happened to me.
But my parents, being part of a prim, and proper, and did I mention RICH, wizard family hadn't expected anything different of her little daughter.
So I was soon sent off with a house-elf to gather my things for my first year at Hogwarts. Can you believe that, a house-elf? A HOUSE-ELF! My regal parents couldn't even come with me.
"Important business down at the club, darling." My father had said, patting my head good-naturedly, and leaving with my mother.
Yes, I am a little sore about it, but I would never say that to anyone but my cat Gwen. It's not like she's going to go tell anyone. I wouldn't want to soil the family name.
After being weighed down with all my supplies for school, my cloaks, and my cat, I was lead by my parents down the platform 9 and 3/4 to the gleaming scarlet train, waiting to be boarded.
What a picture we must have made. A wealthy couple seeing off their little girl to school. No tears, no hugs, no kisses. Just a warning that I must uphold the family name.
So I boarded the train, finding a compartment to myself. I set my case for Gwen on the seat across from me and let her out. She contentedly curled up beside me after I flopped down into the seat. I sat staring out the window as the countryside went by.
When I got bored of that I walked the length of the train, looking in on other students in their compartments. All were with their friends and happy. I can tell you it didn't make me feel any better. I made my way back to my compartment but not until I ran into Harry Potter.
Really he didn't look at all as great as everyone said he would look. He looked like a normal kid, well except the scar. He didn't notice me nonetheless, and I slipped by him.
I won't bore you with all the details of the rest of the ride to Hogwarts. Or for that matter the rest of that year.
Main thing was I wasn't really accepted in my house. The guys ignored me, the other girls sneered and laughed at me, spreading lies about me.
The only one I think I really got along with was the resident ghost of Ravenclaw Tower, the Grey Lady. She was very kind to me, and helped me to get through the hard times.
I cheered with everyone else at the first Quidditch game of my 1st year. I heard the accusations thrown at Harry when everyone believed he was Salazar Slytherin's heir. I was feeling uneasy like everyone else when the Dementors loomed around the school. I watched on the edge of my seat at the Triwizard Tournament with the rest of the school.
But I was always in the shadows, never really standing out in a crowd. I was quiet, and didn't whine or complain. I waited for my time and planned. And now in my 6th year I'll make sure I'm noticed.
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