Hi, my name is Danielle Williams. I don't like the name Danielle...so...call me Danny for now. Ya see....it all kinda started...when I was about 3 years old. My mother had died during the birth of the future third child she was going to have. My father was so torn and broken-hearted when she died...that he turn very cruel. He would hurt me and my brother. Imagine, yourself as a 3 year old. You father breaking down you bedroom door at 2 o'clock in the morning, drunk, angry, and hands balled in fists. Try to think of you only brother trying so hard to hold him back while he cried for you to hide somewhere safe......sorry......that got alittle out of hand. Anyway, back to the story. My father ended up in Azkaban for murdering our neighbor who came by to see what the noise was in our house one day. Me and my brother went to live with my our uncle, aunt, and their children. Which, is alot. My cousins are the Weasleys. I loved being with them at their house. It was amazing. Me and my brother lived with them until one day...my brother came to me and told me he had a thing called cancer. It was termanal. Meaning...he was going to die. I was only 7 at that time. After my brother passed away, a couple months after he told me of his cancer, I had to go to live in an orphanage. The Weasleys were unallowed to let me live with them because they weren't officaly family.
I lived in the orphanage till I was 11. The years I spent in the orphanage were not the best years of my life. They were better than the years with my father, thats for sure. I was 10 years old when the best year i had in the orphanage came. It was the year when a man by the name of, Michael Hudson, came to work at the orphange. Once we got to know each other better, he was awesome! He was nice, and friendly. He treated me with kindness, and he had a hilarious sense of humor. He was older than me by aleast, 40 years...but I couldn't help myself from loving him.
Heres a picture of him...
Soon I was visited by another man. His name was Dumbledore. He came to tell me that I was a witch, I was magical. He told me that I was allowed to come live at Hogwarts, a school for witches and wizards. I agreed immiediantly. Though soon I had regrets. I was leaving Michael. And it crushed my heart to know that I may never see him again. The thought soon left my mind as the time to travel to Hogwarts creeped closer and closer.
The day finally came and Michael agreed to take me to the boarding train. He bid me fare-well with a huge hug and kiss on the cheek. He told me that we would met again someday soon. I boarded the train and waved goodbye to Michael as I sped away to my new home.
The first year at Hogwarts was absolutly amazing! I loved every second of every day. The magic of it all was outstanding. I never thought I would be able to eat as much as I wanted, sleep in on weekends, and have good friends. And not to mention the amazing teachers and school work. I enjoyed working and learning about magic. I got into the Ravenclaw house, and was very proud that I was constidered in the "smart" group. I was also allowed to stay at Hogwarts year round...meaning I didn't have to go back to orphanage...I went back to tell Michael about my new home and found out he had quit the job because of my deparcher the prevous year.
The second year was just as amazing as the first. I loved being with everyone again and seeing all the old and new faces. I started to notice the very witty potions master. Severus Snape. Snape was cruel to Griffindors...but was more genuine with Slythriens. Although he still seemed outcasted and cold-hearted towards everyone. I always looked into his eyes sometimes and saw pain. I always wanted to find out what he was hiding.
The third year was very exiting...my cousins, Fred and George had started school and as their cousin, I protected them against higher years. They were always funny and always pranking teachers AND students. I would sometimes help them, but never got into as much trouble as they would. My feelings for Professor Snape have increased. I was accepted as a Advanced Potions student and agreed to be put in the class. I was one of the 8 students in the class and it seemed the Snape took a liking to me best. I got top marks and passed the class with flying colors.
The fourth year seemed different from the others, I started to take a look at my suroundings more and went outside alot that year. My cousins were even more outgoing and became quiet the pranksters. I slowly sank into a depression of distancing myself from others more. Maybe the reason for my depression was because of Snape. He became more distance from me and it hurt me. The more pain my heart felt, the more I thought of my mother, my brother, and Michael. My heart ached to see Michaels face agian...just once.
The fifth year hurt as much as the fourth. My mind was always on Michael...until I heard that the all famous Harry Potter had come to Hogwarts, along with my other cousin Ron. I became good friends with Harry and almost felt as if he was my little brother. Then trouble came to Hogwarts when news of trolls in the castle and the Dark Lord rising to power once more. The worst was that Snape was even more distant from me and it worried me.
The sixth year...wow....what can you say....Serpents and Parsalmouths. The Dark Lord at even more power and the thought of Hogwarts coming to a close took my mind off Michael for awhile. Until all went back to normal and my mind was about to travel back to Michael when testing came and it was uploaded with studying and testing.
Now it's Summer here at Hogwarts....seventh year is coming up and Im nervous of what will come to be.
