A/N: Whilst this is being written I'm considering focusing on two stories at once, with this one being the primary one, as Lose The Mask is giving me writers block.
25th of December, 1991
(I need to thank Hermione for the diary)
Well, life is as boring as it could be. And by that I mean it's nearly hit an all time low.
I think I probably should have introduced myself before writing any of this, but I figured it would make it more interesting for others to read. Though I'm definitely warding this as soon as I get the chance.
Anyway, I'm Aelina Alexandra Potter, (I'd much rather have not included my last name, but Hermione insisted, saying something about people knowing about the person whose personal space they are invading), I'm eleven, twelve this coming July, I have a deep love affair with the colour purple, and I hate my twin brother, Eric, with a passion normally only found in football rivalries.
On a different note I might as well explain why I hate my God-forsaken brother. It really boils down to the fact that he's been coddled and praised and showered with love, presents, and has an ego to rival Zeus himself, though Zeus actually has some redeeming features. I also have a hatred of my parents, though more for my father than Mum. Mum's muggleborn, so she has some similarities to Hermione. She's also the only one in my family who actually tries to make sure I'm okay and that I can have some comforts and enjoyment at our families ancestral town house.
Enough about my family, as talking about them normally leads to me wrecking a room or breaking something. I might as well describe myself, I'm short, shorter than average anyway, it seems my Mum and father had a recessive growth deficiency hormone gene, I have the "brownest eyes ever", (Hermione's words, not mine, I also assume she means that my eyes are a brown that is really warm or soft), ruler straight, deep red hair, which is black at the roots, I don't have to wear glasses, thank goodness. I also, according to the boys in the older years, am developing "quite a nice arse", which is both flattering and a good reason to plan to hex them later.
Hermione's like my opposite in physical appearance, she's got light brown hair, heterochromia, which means one of her eyes is a startling, electric blue, whilst the other is a deep, deep brown, pretty much black. She's also more top heavy in the endowments, God that sounds old fashioned, and she's also been harassed (or in the eyes of boys 'complimented', who say that she has "some budding melons there"). She's of a more average height. She's also a genius, and that's not a backhanded 'she's top of the class' type of compliment, she excels in everything. And by excel I mean she's at the surface whilst everyone else is 20'000 leagues under, with a few being scattered in the middle, myself included in that.
I don't think that I've included probably my most defining, (in our opinion), or crippling or hilarious, (in everybody else's opinion) feature. I have what I refer to as Dyspraxia, which I know is completely inaccurate, but it's easier than explaining what actually happened. But for the sake of this diary I'll explain, basically this bastard who refers to himself as Voldemort, which is obviously not his real name, decided to come and kill my family. We were betrayed by one of my fathers former friends, who gave Flight of Death the location of our Godric's Hollow cottage, which I believe is being done up at the moment, he blasted open the door, which peppered my parents with shrapnel, enough to make them bleed profusely and knock them out, making the 'Lord' believe they had been killed in the blast. Then he spent about ten minutes trying to unlock the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs, then another five minutes attempting to unlock the one at the top. He then decided to make a grand entrance by blowing the door to Eric and I's room off its hinges, part of which flew across the room to my cot, hit me on the head, gave me quite a bad concussion, which gave me light problems with my cognitive functions. Not enough to cripple me, but enough to affect my movements. So I struggle with wandwork and writing, (I should also thank Hermione for the Quick Quotes Quill), which means I have to have much more pronounced wand movements, something which always makes my 'wonderful' peers laugh uproariously. I should really work on my wandless magic, perhaps that's a project for the summer.
Hermione also has an incredibly defining feature that some find incredibly funny and crippling. I guess her situation is definitely more problematic, mostly due to the fact she can't retaliate. She has Aphasia, which is an induced speech impediment, often from a stroke or brain damage. Though she's been living with it for less time than I have, since it happened when she was nine or ten. She's always been a child genius, so most other children shunned her as a teachers pet. In other words, she was like a Battenburg cake when compared to a fairy cupcake, so she was frequently bullied.
The day it happened she was in the playground near her house, her mother was talking to her grandmother on the other side. She was sitting on the top of the monkey bars with her legs dangling off the edge, this, as it turned out, seemed to be the perfect opportunity to have some 'fun and games' with her. This resulted in her most frequent tormentors deciding it would be a good idea to grab her legs and pretend to pull her down. This freaked Hermione out, she has a massive fear of falling by the way, she started struggling trying to pull her legs out from their grip, which only meant they pulled harder to get more of a reaction. This kept on escalating until one of them pulled too hard, which dislodged Hermione from the monkey bars. She fell head first onto the ground and just lay there, unmoving and moaning, it was at this point that the bastards decided to run off. She lay there for five minutes before her mother started calling for her, when Hermione didn't reply or come running she started searching for her. She found her laying on the ground, still moaning. Twenty minutes later she was in Accident and Emergency, then going to a brain specialist, then told that she would have a speech impediment that would mean she would have a potentially permanent stutter. Not only that but she would also have slurred speech that would never truly go away. This led to major insecurity, so much so that she hardly speaks unless she's sure that she's alone with someone who she trusts indefinitely, so in public she communicates by writing her conversations in notebooks. And from what I've seen she's filled about ten of them.
I really should have either condensed or split those paragraphs, they really are too long.
Oh well.
As they say, the show must go on. At least if you have an idiot who's willing to fill in for the actor who is Absent Without Leave.
I'm currently staying a Hermione's house, at least for Christmas. Though I wish I could stay here forever, it's so much nicer than the frost laden atmosphere of my ancestral home. And whilst I'm on the subject of Christmas I suppose I should mention the presents I got this year. From Hermione I got a new dress, the diary and quill, a book on famous people with disabilities, and a fake tattoo set. From Hermione's parents I got some t-shirts, some beautiful short shorts and sleep shorts, some new pencils and a sketch pad, and a large selection of sugar-free treats, (They're dentists).
I also got presents from a few other people, Mum gave me a new green cloak, it has a hood and it looks great, and she also gave me a book on 'my changing body' and sex and general stuff like that. I think I got a (singular) chocolate coin from my good for nothing father. I got a one pound piece from my 'esteemed' brother, I imagine he got that new chess set and a new racing broom waiting at his home. I hate my father for coddling him.
Both Hermione and I received a joint or shared present off Padma, who's our roommate, Parvati's, sister. She gave us a series of books about Chakra and other Indian traditions. We're churning through them at an alarming rate, though they do present a few interesting ideas to test in the future, including where to place a rune or symbol on your body. Even Hermione seems to be up for something like that, which is surprising because she has a very North facing moral compass.
I also got a book on warding from my Mum's friend, Remus, which was possibly the wrong thing for him to do, he's not particularly well off from what he's been wearing every time he comes over for dinner. I can only imagine what it must be like for him. Actually, perhaps I'll try something like that at some point. Living on a strict budget.
I've just realised that I'm going to have to find a way to record interesting conversations without spending half my time making sure other people aren't trying to steal my diary, as it presents a unique opportunity to blackmail me.
I also just remembered that I received a rather pleasing, if quite shocking, missive from Gringotts. It detailed some of the contents of the will of my Grandparents on the Potter side, (Which reminds me, I might change my last name to Evans at a later date). It outlined all the bullet points that would affect me, which included a property in Uppermill, which is on the outskirts of Oldham, an undisclosed amount of inheritance that will become available when I'm eighteen, my Grandfather's car collection, which I'm told is quite expansive, the family warding business, and, to my great delight, I'm officially the heiress to the Wizengamot seat, so I'm effectively the head of the family in waiting. Now I just need to find someone to be a regent for me. I need a list.
I also won't include said list in this diary. I don't want people knowing stuff they shouldn't. All that I know is that my father isn't on it.
27th of December, 1991
I didn't get a chance to write in here yesterday, mostly because I was out shopping with Hermione and her parents. We were cashing in on the Boxing Day sales. We spent most of the morning on Guildford highstreet, which is fairly close to Hermione's house. There are some really nice jewelers there, I had to be held back by Mrs. Granger, otherwise I would've spent too much. I bought a couple of custom necklaces, and by a couple I mean about seven, all of which have Norse runes that I'll get Mum to enchant later. I got one with Jera, Eihwaz, Ehwaz, Mannaz, Laguz, Othalan, Dagaz, and Ingwaz. A couple are going to be presents for Hermione, probably the ones with Eihwaz, Ehwaz, Mannaz, and Dagaz, God knows she needs as much strength and support as possible, her heritage doesn't exactly help her at school.
It also makes me feel happier about the fact that I didn't really get her a great present, I ended up getting her a rather rubbish alarm clock and a t-shirt, so this is sort of a make up present.
Speaking of make up, I bought some cheap eye shadow, eyeliner, and nail polish, all in some shade of purple. They're to help me practise for later in life, as Mum doesn't really wear any, which I guess isn't really surprising because she's phenominally beautiful.
On a side note, I've been churning through knickers at an alarming rate. So there was a pit stop at a lingirie store, which was a good thing, as Hermione needed new bras, (She's had a massive growth spurt since the start of the school year), so, as a kind of semi treat, the Granger's allowed Hermione and I to look through the shop and go slightly crazy, in the sense that it seemed like we could last about two months without washing our underwear. I also made sure that most of my knickers, thongs, boy shorts, french cuts and the couple of sexier numbers that accentuate my 'assets' are all in cotton, mostly because it's better for my vagina, cotton roughly keeps the vaginas ph level about right.
Though wearing a thong might prove to be too 'tantalising' for the boys and it might make them think that I'm 'asking for it'. But then again, I'm from an influential family, which means most of the purebloods and wizard raised half-bloods should leave me alone.
I think I might have had a revelation as well. I certainly like retro high cut knickers more than the others, they're somehow more freeing for me than any thong. They also make my bum look fantastic without being shoved halfway up my arse crack.
On the plus side it was funny comparing clothing sizes, especially when I put on Hermione's bra and she put my knickers. The amount of space in the respective garments was incredible, especially as my hips are much wider than hers., she's about twenty seven inches, my hips are about thirty two inches, which gives me a very pronounced pear shaped body. Hermione's body type is more similar to an apple body shape, but with a hint of an hourglass starting to shine through.
After spending about ten minutes rolling around giggling we managed to pull ourselves together and try on the rest. Which was about twenty minutes of complementing each other, and another twenty choosing exactly which ones we wanted to buy.
After that Mr and Mrs Granger insisted that, if we go on a shopping trip again, Hermione and I will be in separate changing rooms.
Other things that I bought included some fantastic t-shirts, some new jeans, a few jackets. I also got some blouses, bikinis and other one piece swim wear. Most of which display my bum tremendously and very nicely. And, again, it wasn't the most scandalous of my selections that I liked the most. Instead it was two rather cleavage conservative one pieces that I was recommended by the sales assistant who, after seeing my sizes, decided to go out of her way to help find the pieces that would display my feminine charm as much as possible.
The two that I like the most out of the eclectic mix of scandalous and conservative and everything inbetween, were both high chested, both were backless. That's where the similarities end, as one has a rather low cut waist, in the sense that it finishes in something similar to shorts, this, similarly to my retro high cut knickers, shows off my bum without being shoved up my arse crack. I think I might start buying more shorts like this, if they mean that I can flaunt my bum infront of everyone.
The other swimsuit I bought was much more scandalous in the bottom department. It was much more like a thong, and it spent half its time giving me a wedgie. Which is honestly amazing considering it's half a thong and half a bikini in terms of the bottom. So perhaps the third years are right. I expect I'll only be wearing it around the person I will end up with, my Mum, or Hermione.
That's probably a tad too descriptive but no one is supposed to read this. Blood wards will be important for that, as they prevent people from opening or entering certain buildings or objects.
Hermione would have to be part of the set up though, she's going to be allowed to write her conversations in this. Which will mean my Mum will have to create a new runic configuration to make sure that the pages never run out.
Now that I've said that, I don't think I've mentioned Mum's line of work. The easiest description is she's an unspeakable, the people with the cool hooded robes that obscure voices. The reality is she works very closely with themthem. She's a spell crafter, and, even though she specialises in runic configurations and transfiguration, she has a charms mastery.
Whilst I'm on the subject I might as well add my father's job. He's an auror, so he's a second rate Hit-Wizard. He works with his childhood friend, Sirius Black, who isn't impartial to ruining my day, which, in his mind, is just some harmless pranking. But in reality means he ruins my belongings and clothes. This resulted in Mum warding my room so only I can enter, and others can only enter when I'm in the room. There is a loophole for the house elves but only ones who I've 'certified', basically only the ones who my Mum and I trust.
The only downside is that I might have to bring the wards down for the next summer. I've heard whispers from my brother that he's going to bring round his little posse, as well as Ronald 'Glutton' Weasley's, I came up with the nickname, little sister with them, saying something about how she has a monumental crush on Eric. Well, hopefully she'll come to realise just how worthless he really is.
I might invite Hermione round after she comes back from France. She mentioned that she would be going to a few topless beaches, so hopefully she'll invite me along at somepoint. As the 'glorious' abs of the tanned white males that regularly appear in the swimming pool near my house aren't nearly as interesting as the other girls in my dorm say they are. Barring Hermione, though she normally just reads and ignores everyone whilst we are in our dorm, so I don't really know her opinion on the subject of romantic attractions.
I'll ask about going with her to France in the summer before third year.
On different note, the girls in the quidditch have between them some of the most fantastic feminine charms, and I've realised that I spend most of my time staring at them at the weekends, especially when they're in their quidditch leggings, though they'd be more aptly called tights really. Katie Bell has some incredible legs, Alicia Spinnet has curves that go on forever, and Angelina Johnson, oh my god, Angelina has the most extraordinary breasts and a beautiful bum, a proper, proper black woman's arse, which, admittedly, sounds racist, but it's the only way to describe the magnificence of her booty.
God I hate Americanisms. And I don't know if that's even a word.
Anyway, I got sidetracked, other things I bought today, hmmmm. I was allowed to buy a couple of corsets, which, if the sales person is correct, will look fabulous with dresses. And they've improved on the design from the past, in the sense that each size has a maximum amount that it can be tightened, just so you don't suffocate in your own stupidity in the attempt to achieve a waist that isn't even seen on a Barbie.
I also found a custom clothing shop that can make most types of clothing designed to make you look as good as possible. It's bloody expensive, but the way I look in these jeans, and the other selected bottoms, I think it's worth it. Hermione also insisted in buying some very form fitting clothes, though I insisted on buying them, as I didn't want the Granger's to over spend, as I know that they don't have as much disposable income as I do.
When Hermione came out of the dressing room to do a little fashion show for just me, which lasted a fair bit of time, my jaw was on the floor. The tube and tank tops, princess vests, draped blouses, singlets, and sleeveless tops could never be considered decent for public wearing, as Hermione's bust was practically erupting out of them. I could also see that she couldn't wear a bra as most were too form fitting for there to be enough space for one. This meant she was completely uncomfortable, and it was plainly obvious. In fact, I imagine that she'll only wear them at home alone, or with her Mum or, if I'm lucky, me. Please let that be something that happens.
I also checked to see if I could buy any shares in the company. Or Mr. Granger asked. He looked rather confused when I asked him to do that for me. Apparently they've been looking for potential shareholders for a while now, and they might go under if they don't get a primary investor in the next six months. Which provides a perfect opportunity for me to step in, with my Mum being the actual deal broker. And hopefully I can get discounts on the clothes, as I can envision myself shopping there frequently.
"I w-would t-t-too" Hermione's opinion is added to the mix at this point, the first of what will definitely become many times.
"That's certainly a surprise, as I know you're much more conservative than I tend to be."
"B-but it's free-eing n-not wearing bra."
"Damn, I didn't know you were a bit of a voyeur. And, if you're going to wear those around me, you'd better be prepared for me walking around in my g-strings or those new knickers, the retro boyshorts, that I bought. Of course only when your parents aren't around. Otherwise that would be mortifying."
Hermione giggles, sweet sound.
"My p-p-parents wou-ould hate you, th-they're quit-te r-religious. You m-might be k-ki-kicked out of m-my h-house. Th-though I m-might ha-have to g-go with y-you."
"Hermione, you how carefully I whore around. I've only ever been mostly naked when it's only you around, though that's because nobody else deserved to see my magnificent body. And you and your sexy breasts need to be free every once in a while, especially when they're attached to such a perfect torso. You really haven't done any toning sessions?" I'm perennially jealous of how toned Hermione is, and she hasn't had any training sessions, apparantly. It's kind of gutting knowing that all the work that I've put in to help myself in shape and make sure that my bum shows its full potential. My Mum's done the same thing for ages, mostly to make sure her curves are as good as possible, though she's always had a layer of baby fat ever since she's had my younger siblings, which, in my eyes, makes her all the more beautiful, and it magnifies her MILF status.
"Where d-did you learn th-that f-fu-fucking lan-language."
Hermione's grinning, she's practically a cheshire cat.
"Exactly the same you did, the third years, you little chump. Now, I know you bought more than what you showed me, so, can I get another fashion show tomorrow?"
"You k-know me, I had to have m-more th-than just the st-stuff I showed you, so yes I'll g-give you a p-parade."
"Goody, I can't wait to see your choices."
On that note, I guess I should finish this now.
