Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or I wouldn't be sitting here rewriting fanfics that I haven't even finished and really need to work on or my friends are going to start with the torture. So, obviously, nothing but the overall plot and idea is mine… and the idea is mine. It's already been stolen by one person and I want credit or things aren't going to be pretty.
Prologue
Do you have any idea how much it sucks to die at the age of twenty? It's not exactly a joy ride, that's for sure. Everything you leave behind… Twenty is young. You still have more than half your life ahead of you. You don't even… but anyway, that's not why I'm writing this. I started this, not knowing how to go into it, and already I've gone off topic… isn't that just so like me? Well, I guess you wouldn't know, would you. But that's the real reason I'm writing this. I'm writing, not to talk of death, but to tell a story of life. My life.
This whole story is merely a collection of memories, diary entrees, notes, gossip, rumors, and any other way you can get a story around in a school full of teenagers. Considering the origins of the events included, you can obviously expect the person and tense to vary every now and then, but don't worry, I'll try to make it as easy to understand at ghostly possible. Now, I'll bring you up to date sometime, seeing as you're missing a few years, but my life was virtually eventless until my fifth year, so that's where I've decided to start, right in the middle of the action…