Disclaimer: The following characters aren't mine, they are JK Rowlings, she outbid me fair & square on ebay for them.
A/N: First fic, please review. any opinions welcome (unless ur Jamie Kennedy)but noflames please (if u don't like it, don't read it!). PLEASE R&R!
Dear Diary,
As you may know, I didn't write an entry for yesterday. Well, I had a perfectly good reason. I'll tell you all about it in this entry. It all started at the bus stop.
The night was wintry, and mist could be seen as a light blanket across the stars. I pulled my robe around myself tighter. Damn weather. I thought to myself, thinking of the chilly nights recently passed. I continued on down the path, which had become covered in over grown grass and weeds. A flashing streetlight dimly lighted the area. Going to have a seizure soon. I thought. I turned the corner and found a bus stop with a bench. The bench was rusty and had pieces of paint hanging off of it, but I was tired, so I decided to risk any illnesses and sit on it.
I sat waiting for the next bus. I was going to the grocery store to pick up a bag of flour for the cake I was baking. I had recently picked up baking to help settle my rage. I drummed my fingers against the bench as I waited, picking up the tempo with each tap. A screeching sound soon came. Gradually, I started to sing a tune to go along with the tapping.
"Come on baby we ain't gonna live fore-ever. Let me show you all the things that we could do. Know you wanna be together, and I wanna spend the night with you. Yeah yeah. With you, yeah yeah. Come with me tonight, we can make the night last for-ever…" I sang.
I looked up and saw the bus careening around the corner. I stood up and picked up my satchel. Stepping out into view of the bus, I reached for my wand.
The bus slowed down and the doors swung open to reveal an old man sitting behind the wheel of the bus. His hair was frazzled, and his glasses sat crookedly on his pointed nose. His skin was so wrinkled and dry it was as though he had been baked.
"Where to?" he asked in a creaky voice.
"Grocery store." I told him.
"That'll be $5." He told me.
I glared at him, and raised my wand, "I don't think so."
"Who do you think you are punk?" the driver said.
I lowered my hood and watched as the driver's eyes filled with fear.
"Go r-r-right ahead s-s-sir." He stammered.
I smiled and lowered my wand back into my pocket.
I looked for an available (and clean) seat. There were none nearby, so I headed for the middle. I soon found one. I lifted the hood of my robe back up before anyone else recognized who I was. That's when I saw him. That boy. The annoying little snitch and his aggravating friends, I think they're names are, erm, ah, who cares! Point is that, that conniving little boy, Harry Potter, is here. Just who does he think he is? Going around as 'the boy who lived'. My mother's cousin's friend's uncle had cancer and he survived. Why isn't he known as 'the man who lived'? I'll tell you what he is: an attention seeker. Every year, I return to his blasted school, to try and get my report card from my seventh year, and he goes off his rails and tries to kill me. Sure, I've killed some people before, but, hey, I'm just your average guy here.
I pulled out a book and turned to where I had placed the leather bookmark. The book was Pride and Prejudice, it's my favourite, no one knows that, and I intend to keep it that way. I was half way through the page when I felt something smack the back of my head. As I felt it fall behind my back, I reached back and felt what it was. It was a paper airplane. Carefully, I unfolded it, to read what it said. Guess who! I scrunched the paper up and turned around. The boy and his friends were whistling, trying to avoid suspicion. I glared at them and hurled the paper back. It hit the redhead between the eyes. He instantly burst into tears. Quite pleased with my terrific aim, I turned back around to my novel. I was up to the part where Jane gets an invitation from the Bingley's. My favourite parts were the balls. Oh how I dreamed of being able to attend such a marvelous event without people running in terror.
Then, another one hit me. Those blasted paper airplanes. This one landed in my lap. I picked it up and unfolded it. This one read, 'whatever you do, don't turn around.' Stupid kids. Like I'd listen to them. So, being naturally smarter than the three of them combined, I turned around. Smack! Something hit my face. I wiped my eyes and examined the substance. A tomato. Sneaky little kids had used reversed psychology on me. And they wonder why I try and kill them. Do you have any idea how much I've had to spend on psychiatrist bills because of them?
Instead of ignoring them again, I stood up and walked to the back of the bus where the trio was sitting. They were in hysterics. The nerve of them.
"What do YOU want?" the red head said.
"Yeah, come to ask for a hair growth spell?" the girl laughed.
"Watch your tongue." I glared at her, and raised my wand.
"Come on, you know you won't win." Potter said.
As much as I knew he was right, I could never let him know that I knew that. Wow, what a tongue twister.
"You won't be so lucky this time Potter." I threatened.
"Yellow MnM's." Potter said smugly.
"Where?" Iasked looking around frantically.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" I heard Potter say.
Damn! They found my weakness and distracted me! I was flung into the air and hit the roof of the bus. I reached for my wand. Blast! I couldn't think of a curse! Aha! Using my great battle tactics I took my wand and flung it at Potter's head. Smack! Bulls-eye! Right between the eyes!
"Argh! I'm blind!" he shrieked.
"Oh shut up Potter, it didn't go anywhere near your eye." I snarled.
"As much as I hate to admit it, he's right Harry, it hit between your eyes." The girl pointed out.
"Wait, hang on, ok, alright, it's better." Potter said, rubbing his eyes.
"Aaaahh!" I screamed as the Wingardium Leviosa was stopped and I hit the bus floor.
The brat pack was in hysterics. I stood up and cracked my back, back in place.
"Laugh while you can children." I snapped.
"Oh, we will! This is hilarious!" Potter said.
"You won't find it so funny when you're in your cold, cold grave Potter!" I threatened.
"Few more horcruxes, and you'd be joining me." He scoffed.
"Those first few were easy, targets. You'll have much more trouble with the next one's, I assure you." I replied.
"Bring it." Potter responded.
I growled and returned back to my seat. If people saw me fighting with an idiot, they might not know the difference. I heard Potter and his insignificant friends howling with laughter in the background.
I took my book out again and opened back to the page I was on. In the background, I could faintly hear their conversation.
"Who does he think he's messing with?" Potter said.
"Yeah, he probably can't face up to wizards his own age, so he tries to make himself look better by battling kids." The red head replied.
"And his hair! Where is it? Ew!" the girl said.
I found the last comment a little hypocritical. Had she looked in the mirror recently?
"Hey, let's use a banana this time!" the red head said.
"Brilliant!" Potter exclaimed.
"But that's a waste of a perfectly good banana." The girl said.
"Yeah, good point. Hey, what's he reading?" Potter replied.
"Hmmm, Pride and Prejudice." The girl responded.
"Idea! Let's –" Potter started to say. I couldn't hear the rest because it was all whispered. Although I did hear laughing and a few 'brilliant!'s. I tried to ignore them and returned to my book. Then, the silence was interrupted.
"Braliverso!" the girl shrieked.
What spell was that? I looked down and saw my beloved book glowing bright orange.
"No!" I screamed.
Soon the glowing stopped. I silently thanked God (myself, hehe) for not letting them harm it.
"Can't wait to see his reaction." The red head stifled a giggle.
"Neither." Replied the other two.
My book didn't look any different. Then I read some of the text. Blast! It was all in brail. I snapped the book shut and put it back into my satchel. The three stooges were in hysterics again. I heard the toot of the bus horn and looked out the window. Finally! My stop! I grabbed my things and bolted for the front of the bus. Unfortunately, I hadn't seen Potter sneak up behind and trip me, flat on my face.
"Anymore for this stop?" I heard the driver say.
"Me!" I shrieked.
He didn't hear me. As he shut the door and started to drive away, I died a little inside.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" I screamed.
"You're in my territory now." Potter said.
For the rest of the night, I had to endure their terrible tortures, before they eventually got bored and went home. I will succeed in killing them this year I guarantee it. Devious little horror won't be laughing so hard at the end of the year. Well, that's all for now.
Love and kisses,
Voldemortxoxo