Prologue
I always wanted to be someone different, you know, someone special to someone else. I was for a while until it all went wrong. I was given one chance to get my life back on track. i just didn't know it at the time.
It's funny because all the time you're young you wish you were all grown up, but when you finally get older all you can do is wish you were younger. I don't know if that makes sense to you, but it sorta has a twisted logic to me. I guess I better introduce myself, my name is Stacie, yes StacIE my name my spelling thank you very much, Stacie Coldwell and I'm a sixth year at Hogwarts magic school.
I have longish black hair, blue/grey eyes that no one ever notices and I'm quite slim. My one good feature is my clear tanned skin, as you can tell I'm very proud of it (and slightly obsessed). Well what more can I say? I have your average type of parents, not that I don't love them very much but you know they're just a bit well, distant.
Not their fault I assure you, not mine either although they always do seem to blame me and well, hate me. What with all the trouble with me in my fourth year.
You see I made the unforgivable mistake of going out with Mr. Sirius Black, womaniser of the century and a blood-traitor as well! Don't you start giving me evils, diary, I know it sounds really shallow all this blood-traitor stuff but that's what my parents believe in, and parents have the ability to shape their children.
I should know. Anyway its sorta been forced into my head and nothing I do seems to get it out, even committing the biggest atrocity and going out with said Mr. Black. It was hard to force myself to be near him but after a while I realised he was just a sweet guy, ok a womanising sweet guy but not the total jerk my parents had said he was.
That's when I realised my parents weren't always right, or truthful. As for why I went out with him, I was a young teenager and it was my first time at school unsupervised, (my big brother had just left the school). I felt like being a rebel for once, like I said before BIG MISTAKE.
Not only did I get hurt but I also got literally chucked out by my family, I turned up at Christmas and my father grabbed me and threw me outside, the house disappeared from view and I realised they'd made it unplottable. I haven't been able to find them but I do keep looking.
You might ask why I keep looking, I mean they first turn me into a pure-blood freak, made me obsessed with myself and then put into shudder Slytherin house. Then they practically disown me because I was stupid enough to challenge them and go out with Sirius Black and then refuse to dump him, although in the end he dumped me.
By the way, he only dumped me because of my parents' lead him to believe I was a pureblood freak, which I guess I actually am. Ok now I'm just confusing myself but I just wanted you to know he didn't dump me because I'm ugly, I told you I belonged was in Slytherin house!
Anyway, I keep looking for them because they're my parents after all and my family, the only family I have because they turned all the rest against me as well. And because I have literally no where else to go and have spent the last six weeks of summer hols camping out in the forbidden forest. Which may I say, is not a very nice place at all.
But school starts again tomorrow and I have all my stuff this year, unlike last year when I was forced to use the secret passageway to Hogsmede when I remembered I didn't have mom to buy my books and crap. It really is hard fending for yourself, diary, and lucky you will never know this because I will look after you. You will be like my little baby, ok that's slightly disturbing you'll just be like my little diary then, which of course you are anyway… oh never mind.
Write tomorrow, love
StacieXxxX
Sirius' POVRemus has transformed early! Must be all the disruption with the train stopping on the way, that guy depends on structure way too much. Sirius ran panting heavily through the forbidden forest, desperately searching for one of his best friends.
"Melin Prongs, Moony, Wormtail! Where the hell are you?!" he muttered uncomfortably to himself, he knew that it was likely some kid had leapt off the train and had ran into the forest. How many times he'd been dared to do that he couldn't count.
Normally it wouldn't be so bad but with a transformed Moony prowling about it was a very very different situation. He was sprinting towards the little lake in the centre of the forest when he heard a sudden high-pitched scream a little to his left. A girl in the forest, he thought wonderingly dashing off towards the noise, now that's a first. And perhaps a last, he thought soberly, but not if I can help it. Sirius dashed off again all ready to be the hero.
Perhaps the girl will fall in love with me, he thought arrogantly, although she probably already is. Little did he know how wrong he was.
Narrator POVSirius ran recklessly towards the sound of a ravenous werewolf, he felt slightly nauseated when he heard a sharp crunch. It sounded very much like the breaking of a bone. The screams had stopped a long time ago and as he finally reached the scene he was stopped astonished in his tracks.
A girl was standing imposingly above the motionless shape of Remus, aka werewolf, aka Moony. She held her wand aloft pointing it commandingly at the unconscious werewolf as though waiting for it to get up and attack her again. Her mouth was set in a grim line and eventually she put her wand back in her pocket, she turned and started walking away when an incredulous voice reached her ears.
"Stacie?" Sirius gasped, his eyes finally penetrating the gloomy light of the forest, "is that you, Stacie?"
She felt a flash of irritation as she recognised him, "no it's Stacie's twin, Simone," she snapped sarcastically.
"Really?" he asked surprised.
"No not really, Sirius. Did you really believe that?" she hissed back bitingly.
He shook his head morosely, "did I really ever go out with you? You never seemed such a Slytherin when we were dating."
Ouch, Stacie thought wincing deep insideShe pulled herself up haughtily, flicking back her hair with a contemptuous snort. "Like you ever listened to a word I said."
"Like you ever cared," he threw back unflinchingly. Why the hell do you think I didn't come to lessons for a week after you dumped me, if I didn't care…! She bit back this sentence from her tongue, he must never know how much I did like him. At the end anyway.
She gazed at him coldly, forcing the hurt back down far far down to her heart. He'll never know. "Why I am I still here?" Stacie asked herself out loud, "I have much better things to be doing than wasting my time with a useless, pathetic bloodtr-" she was cut off sharply by Sirius' fist finding her cheek with surprising ferociousness.
She stumbled back slightly before recovering herself and standing tall again. Sirius gazed down at his palm before un-scrunching his fingers from the fist and looking back at Stacie.
She had recovered so quickly it made Sirius wonder how many times she'd been hit at before, the way she had flinched away from him came back into his eyes and he felt suddenly ashamed. "Stacie," he began only to be cut off by her soft laughter.
"What?" he asked narrowing his eyes suspiciously as she laughed harder and harder. Stacie had a steely glint in her eyes and as her laughter died she regarded Sirius with a critical eye. "You act like you are so different from your family but when it comes down to it," she paused smiling icily, "you are just the same." His apology froze on his tongue as he slowly shook his head, unable to reply as anger clouded his tongue.
They watched each other warily and so high was their concentration on each other that they failed to hear the soft growls, of a very very angry werewolf.
Sirius walked towards Stacie, his hands forming fists again. "I am nothing like those idiotic, stuck up prats!"
"Oh yeah?" she sniggered, "well the evidence points otherwise." He was just about to fly at her when something else beat him to it. It was Remus, who was totally harmless… unless he was transformed. With a startled cry Stacie fell backwards, Sirius momentarily stunned fumbled quickly with his wand before pointing it regretfully at Moony's back.
"Sorry mate," he whispered before yelling, "moremorta!" which forced the werewolf to run howling off. Kneeling down Sirius confirmed she was still alive and was just about to leave her on the ground, when the howling of Remus convinced him otherwise.
He couldn't leave her to be eaten as much as he hated her guts. With unnecessary force he picked her up off the ground, her head flopping forlornly back as all support left it. She looked dead, cradled in his arms her skin pale, hair falling straight down and her eyes closed.
As Sirius idly brushed a strand of hair away from her lips he caught sight of a bruise slowly forming beneath her eye. He tried to kid himself that Remus had caused it, but not matter how hard he tried he could still see the slight indents of his knuckles.
