A/N I HAD A WRITERS BLOCK WITH THE OTHER STORY, BUT I WILL GET BACK TO IT. REVIEW PLEASE. I'LL REVIEW YOUR STORIES BACK :)
AND I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, :(
Dear Diary,
Ah. I can't believe my parents. They want me to move with them to some place in Wales, Newcastle Wales I think. I'm almost seventeen. Seventeen is the legal age in my world. You are probably thinking I'm a mental case, but I'm not. In the wizarding world, someone can do whatever they may at the age of seventeen. Yes, I am a witch. In the muggle world you have to be eighteen to move out.
I don't want to go to Wales. I like where I lived now. I live in the grand city of San Diego. It is a major muggle city. I mean that is where a lot of non magic folk live, but I don't mind. If it wasn't for my dad, then I would have never found out about a little contraption called an ipod and muggle music is great, considering I don't know what wizard music is like. Anyways, Wales is like over the Atlantic Ocean and my not-so-lovely parents insist we take an airplane. There is no way they are getting me on one of those, I mean like they could crash and I could die. Then the whole world will be mourning for my death and I will become a ghost and shout it is all was Richelle and Stratton Slytherin's fault, theyforced me to go…. Yeah I know I'm ranting, but you would too.
I'm sure you noticed my parent's names are a little awkward… Richelle and Stratton Slytherin. I hate those names; they claim they were old family names. When they named me they wanted something different, I appreciate their thought but umm the name they choose is almost as awkward as theirs. My name is Trinity Lee Slytherin and I absolutely hate my name. I'm a half-blood witch and attended Salem Witch Academy of America. I hear a lot that I'm beautiful, extraordinary, hott ECT. But I think I'm just decent looking. I started going to Salem at the age of 11, like every other wizarding school in the world. I exceeded in all my classes and earned top student rank all six years. This brings me to a very good reason not to move to England, I still have to attend one more year of school. So I'm stuck going to a new school. I don't know much about England, except that they are in a crisis with a certain dark wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort.
My father is a muggle apparently, but I think he has been lying to me. Actually I have a gut feeling he is a wizard. My mother is a pureblood witch descending for a very powerful family, the Whites from England. Mother said that the Whites were always on the light side, and had one rival, the family of the Malfoys; they were always on the dark side. There is a story about this according to mother, but she can't tell me till I'm seventeen.
Every long line of wizarding families has a trademark. They are the only people that have this mark. Some families were born with their trademark, while others wait for it. For example, my mother tells me that I will get the White trademark when I turn seventeen. So that is in one more week. I'm nervous about that.
When my mother turned seventeen, she moved out the same day. According to her she was sick and tired of all the dark arts and fighting in England, so she moved to America and met my father in Hollywood.
The only family I have left other than my parents is an Uncle Tom. He is my father's brother. The only time I saw him was when he moved in for about 3 months during the summer before my fifth year. He looked horrible, but I think my father said something about seeing him in England. Other than that I don't anything else about my father's side.
When we get to England, my father tells me that we are to go to a small village called Hogsmeade and talk to my new headmaster. I don't even know what my school is named, hogs-something or another. Then we are allowed to go to our new home. According to my father, we will be quite wealthy, even wealthier then we are in America, which is fucking rich. They tell me not to boost.
Hmm… I am considered a pain in the ass. My teachers hate me. England has just gotten a treat. I figured something out. Only at school am I an ass. At home, I'm probably the nicest person anyone can meet. I just like giving my teachers a hard time. Its fun and I'm still super smart.
Only one thing helps me, my serenity. One word, MUSIC. I could find any song for any mood. My favorites would be the notorious Eminem, 70's rock and about every other song out there. Eminem is someone I can't get enough of, and he is the sexiest person I ever seen.
So I am about to tell you my story. How my life changed the day I moved to Wales. My life will never be the same. Remember all I tell you. You will be the only thing to know everything. Here's my story.
Sincerely,
Trinity Lee Slytherin
Newcastle, Wales – Malfoy Manor
"Narcissa, Draco!" A middle aged man screamed at the top of his lungs. He had long white blond hair, about to his shoulders and carried a black and silver cane. He just had an aura of being a dark and cruel person. 10 minutes after this odd man called his family, two frazzled people walked in confused. One was a woman known as Narcissa. She was a beautiful and elegant woman. One would guess by her appearance that she was a very rich and proper woman, and how so right that guess would be. The other one, the younger boy by the name of Draco, looked about the age of 16. He was identical to his father, except his hair was shorter. He had his hair in that messy perfection, some hanging in his face. Most girls want him on sight. Father and Son had the trademark eyes, the Malfoy sliverish gray eyes.
"What is it, Lucius?" Narcissa asked; out of breathe from running there.
"We have a letter."
"From whom?" She asked as her and Draco sat in front on Lucius's desk.
"The Parkinsons. Apparently they sold their house next door."
"That's great!" Draco exclaimed. That meant one thing and one thing only, no more Pansy. Pansy was John and Corinne Parkinson's pug face sluttish cow of a daughter. She has been obsessed with him since third year. Let's just say he was really, really happy Pansy was official moved away. He just hoped that another obsessed girl DOESN'T move in next door.
"Don't get to excited Draco, here (holding up the letter towards Draco) they claim they sold it to a muggle."
"Why?" Narcissa gasped. She tried her best to look furious with the idea of a muggle moving next door to her. It worked, because by the look on Lucius face, she had gained his approval. Her husband was a very busy man. He was a CEO to a major Quidditch sporting Goods Company, which made them the wealthiest family in England (not for long), he was constantly volunteering at the Ministry of Magic to keep a good reputation, he was also a full time muggle hater, supporter of Lord Voldemort, and a death eater. Narcissa came from the Black family. The Black family was also a very powerful pureblood family that liked their dark arts quite like the Malfoys. She was used to acting like she hated muggles. Though she didn't find a reason, so they can't change something into a different color or use a wand, who cares.
"They were the ones that offered the most money for the lot. John says that we now have some competition on who is the wealthiest. This muggle is one that owns a major company called Lincoln Electric for Welding. There more plants for this company than ours. Ones that are in China and United States, all across the world."
"Oh my. Do you know who is moving there?" Narcissa murmured, covering her mouth with her hand to hide shock. No one was richer than a Malfoy, especially a muggle.
"Said here Stratton and Richelle and their sixteen year old child. NO last name is here."
"Do you know the sex of the child?" Draco asked.
"I don't know and I'm sorry to inform you Draco, but Pansy is transferring to Durmstrang. You both may leave now."
Draco left with a big smile on his face. Pansy was gone, out of is life, no more. He was free and he didn't even care that he was supposedly going to have muggles for neighbors.
