You Think You Know Me: Diary of a Teenage Misfit
Chapter one
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. J.K. Rowling owns the rest of it.
A/N Hello again people! I hope you like this fic. R&R!!!
Lily's Entry
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Well. Isn't this lovely. My parents buy me this stupid diary so that it can help with my "feelings". Isn't that grand. Well I suppose I should start this idiotic thing off by telling a bit about myself. On my eleventh birthday I received a letter telling me that I had been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My parents thought it was all a joke, and of course, Petunia only shrieked something horrible and told me I was an absolute freak. She is right of course. My dear sister would never lie to me about something like that.
Anyway, I knew it was real and in a few days a woman and her daughter came to pick me up and take me to Diagon Alley. The woman's name was Mrs.Figg and her daughter was Arabella. Arabella and I couldn't stand each other and only for the sake of Mrs.Figg was I able to keep my fists under control. I got all my supplies and opened an account at Gringotts. Then I bought my wand and a black owl with, as my parents said, eyes startlingly like my own. I named the owl Pandora. I don't know what possessed me to do that, but it just seemed right at the time.
I went through my first year at Hogwarts without making any friends. The only thing I made was a reputation, and a bad one at that. At first, thanks to those great prats James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, I was the school freak. After I met those three, I felt that I wasn't fit to have friends, so I never attempted to make any. Oh yes, those boys and I have quite a history. On September first, I was at Kings Cross station and was being shown how to cross the barrier by Mrs.Figg. I found a compartment all to myself and began reading my charms book. Charms seemed so much more interesting to me than the other subjects. I mean, if you think about it, there is a charm for just about anything!
Well. Enough of my rambling and back to the depressing memories. While I was reading, three boys came in, all talking very loudly. One had light brown hair and blue-green eyes (Remus) one had long black hair in a ponytail and dark brown eyes (Sirius) and the other had very untidy black hair and bright blue eyes framed by round glasses, though he later got his eyesight fixed by his parents. That last boy was James Potter. I was just sitting there quite absorbed in my book when they came in, yelling and talking loudly. They were talking about Severus Snape and about some silly prank they had just pulled on him. It seems they had mixed his shampoo with bacon grease. Soon they looked over where I was sitting and stopped talking. Sirius suggested to James that we leave but James said no and plopped himself down next to me. He asked me what I was reading and I showed him the cover of my book. He then proceeded to snatch it away from me and unknown to me; he put a spell on it. It made my nose stick to one of the pages. I was so mad when my nose became attached to the book that I swung my fist at him and knocked the glasses right off his face.
I then ran out and found another empty compartment. James was so mad that he began spreading rumors about me. I became the school freak for my entire first year. No one ever talked to me unless they were poking fun at me. In my second year, I became obsessed with the color black. I put black streaks in my hair on the train with a nifty little charm I had heard about. It was "Coliorus". I wore black underneath my robes, and of course my robes were black. Over the summer I had gotten some black muggle makeup in my hands, black eyeliner and eye shadow, and wore it every day. That year I was determined not to let anyone mess with me. I got a new reputation. Now I was the Untouchable. Nobody ever even talked to me anymore for fear I would drown them in a toilet. I have been like this ever since. But nobody knows what I'm really thinking, or feeling. They don't even think of me as a human being most likely. They think they know me, but they have no idea.
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It was sixth year. Lily Evans tore through the hallway, her long red and black hair flying behind her, green eyes shimmering in the darkness. She got out of the castle and ran past the lake, out to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. She gasped for breath and walked between two large trees, and around a few more, finally ending up in a small clearing. Lily was friends with the animals, and a sweet centaur had shown her this spot. She began breathing normally and sat down near a tree stump, digging around in the dirt for something. She finally found it. It was a sharp knife with a long slender blade and an ivory handle. She had bought this knife from a muggle store because of its great beauty. Now she kept it for an entirely different reason. She rolled up her robe and smiled slowly to herself. On both her legs were many scars, all from this very knife. What she did relieved her stress.
The first time she cut herself she had done it out of pure hatred for her peers. She had mad a long deep cut on her leg. Ever since that day, whenever she was stressed or angry she automatically went out to the clearing and let the blood flow.
She put the edge of the blade against her leg, pressing it into her skin. Then she slowly drew it along her calf, almost all the way up to her knee. She would've kept going to her thigh, but then she heard a noise. It was a gasp. Someone had seen her.
How did you like that? Kinda depressing, I know, but it's essential to the plot. Who has seen our dear Lily bloodletting? Want to find out? Review!!
Chapter one
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. J.K. Rowling owns the rest of it.
A/N Hello again people! I hope you like this fic. R&R!!!
Lily's Entry
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well. Isn't this lovely. My parents buy me this stupid diary so that it can help with my "feelings". Isn't that grand. Well I suppose I should start this idiotic thing off by telling a bit about myself. On my eleventh birthday I received a letter telling me that I had been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My parents thought it was all a joke, and of course, Petunia only shrieked something horrible and told me I was an absolute freak. She is right of course. My dear sister would never lie to me about something like that.
Anyway, I knew it was real and in a few days a woman and her daughter came to pick me up and take me to Diagon Alley. The woman's name was Mrs.Figg and her daughter was Arabella. Arabella and I couldn't stand each other and only for the sake of Mrs.Figg was I able to keep my fists under control. I got all my supplies and opened an account at Gringotts. Then I bought my wand and a black owl with, as my parents said, eyes startlingly like my own. I named the owl Pandora. I don't know what possessed me to do that, but it just seemed right at the time.
I went through my first year at Hogwarts without making any friends. The only thing I made was a reputation, and a bad one at that. At first, thanks to those great prats James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, I was the school freak. After I met those three, I felt that I wasn't fit to have friends, so I never attempted to make any. Oh yes, those boys and I have quite a history. On September first, I was at Kings Cross station and was being shown how to cross the barrier by Mrs.Figg. I found a compartment all to myself and began reading my charms book. Charms seemed so much more interesting to me than the other subjects. I mean, if you think about it, there is a charm for just about anything!
Well. Enough of my rambling and back to the depressing memories. While I was reading, three boys came in, all talking very loudly. One had light brown hair and blue-green eyes (Remus) one had long black hair in a ponytail and dark brown eyes (Sirius) and the other had very untidy black hair and bright blue eyes framed by round glasses, though he later got his eyesight fixed by his parents. That last boy was James Potter. I was just sitting there quite absorbed in my book when they came in, yelling and talking loudly. They were talking about Severus Snape and about some silly prank they had just pulled on him. It seems they had mixed his shampoo with bacon grease. Soon they looked over where I was sitting and stopped talking. Sirius suggested to James that we leave but James said no and plopped himself down next to me. He asked me what I was reading and I showed him the cover of my book. He then proceeded to snatch it away from me and unknown to me; he put a spell on it. It made my nose stick to one of the pages. I was so mad when my nose became attached to the book that I swung my fist at him and knocked the glasses right off his face.
I then ran out and found another empty compartment. James was so mad that he began spreading rumors about me. I became the school freak for my entire first year. No one ever talked to me unless they were poking fun at me. In my second year, I became obsessed with the color black. I put black streaks in my hair on the train with a nifty little charm I had heard about. It was "Coliorus". I wore black underneath my robes, and of course my robes were black. Over the summer I had gotten some black muggle makeup in my hands, black eyeliner and eye shadow, and wore it every day. That year I was determined not to let anyone mess with me. I got a new reputation. Now I was the Untouchable. Nobody ever even talked to me anymore for fear I would drown them in a toilet. I have been like this ever since. But nobody knows what I'm really thinking, or feeling. They don't even think of me as a human being most likely. They think they know me, but they have no idea.
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It was sixth year. Lily Evans tore through the hallway, her long red and black hair flying behind her, green eyes shimmering in the darkness. She got out of the castle and ran past the lake, out to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. She gasped for breath and walked between two large trees, and around a few more, finally ending up in a small clearing. Lily was friends with the animals, and a sweet centaur had shown her this spot. She began breathing normally and sat down near a tree stump, digging around in the dirt for something. She finally found it. It was a sharp knife with a long slender blade and an ivory handle. She had bought this knife from a muggle store because of its great beauty. Now she kept it for an entirely different reason. She rolled up her robe and smiled slowly to herself. On both her legs were many scars, all from this very knife. What she did relieved her stress.
The first time she cut herself she had done it out of pure hatred for her peers. She had mad a long deep cut on her leg. Ever since that day, whenever she was stressed or angry she automatically went out to the clearing and let the blood flow.
She put the edge of the blade against her leg, pressing it into her skin. Then she slowly drew it along her calf, almost all the way up to her knee. She would've kept going to her thigh, but then she heard a noise. It was a gasp. Someone had seen her.
How did you like that? Kinda depressing, I know, but it's essential to the plot. Who has seen our dear Lily bloodletting? Want to find out? Review!!