Thoughts Unwillingly Shared
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these characters or places or words that seem foreign to you for they belong to the brilliant and talented JK Rowling. I am making absolutely no money from this story and I never will. I refuse to take credit for any of her work and I don't want to be sued!
*** "Yes but Albus, it just doesn't seem like it would work."
"Have I ever given you reason not to trust a plan of mine, Minerva?"
"This could just lead to further differences between our students."
"Severus, even you and Minerva have bitter feelings towards each other. Why don't we at least give it a shot?"
"We can try it. I doubt it will help matters any, Albus. But we can try it. What students have you chosen to participate in this . . . . experiment?
"Three from your house, Minerva, And three from yours, Severus."
"I still can not agree with this. Things will only worsen."
"We might as well attempt to make a difference. You will never know the outcome unless the hypothesis is tested."
With that the meeting was over. Severus reluctantly picked up the three objects that lay on the Headmasters desk and with a swish of his cloak, left the large circular room, leaving it a bit more pleasant feeling. Minerva, without looking at the wise old man behind the desk, picked up the remaining three objects and followed Severus out the door and down the spiraling, moving stairs.
***
Harry Potter was finally back at school for his 6th year. It was a nice feeling to be back with his friends. Although, Harry knew that there would be troubles ahead, just like every other year. A sinking feeling crept up Harry's stomach the first time he saw his archenemy Draco Malfoy. Harry had hoped that Draco had died over the summer and was beginning to believe it was true when he didn't pay him his traditional visit on the train.
As Harry went up to his dorm after the start of term feast had finished, he talked avidly with his friends Ron and Hermione. Surprisingly, the famous trio had spent a whole summer away from each other and it had been hell for all of them. Finally they reached Gryffindor tower and decided to go their separate ways to bed. Ron and Harry slowly climbed the staircase to the 6th year boys' dorms, while Hermione took the staircase to the girls' dorms.
Quickly, Harry undressed and jumped into bed. He would have been asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow had his head hit the pillow instead of what it did hit. A loud clunk announced Harry's change of direction from down to bolt upright. Where his head should have been was a mahogany colored book.
***
Draco Malfoy could not determine whether he was relieved or not to go back to school. Home was bad. Lucius Malfoy was now in Azkaban so his mother was in fits nearly every second of the day. Ministry workers came to their house at least once a week to look for any dark artifacts. And they found a good deal of them. Yes, they had found enough to ruin the Malfoy's good reputation and Draco had to blame it all on his father. But then, school would be no better, would it? Draco would no longer be able to walk around as the son of a respected man. Instead, he would walk around as the son of a Death Eater.
Whether he liked it or not, Draco had to return to school for his 6th year. Yes, he got pointed at and whispers followed him all the way up to his four poster bed. However, when he pulled back the curtains to his personal sanctuary, he found a handsome book looking up at him from his pillow.
***
Hermione Granger was elated to be back in school in her first year of NEWT classes. She had passed every one of her OWLs with O's. Of course, it wasn't only academics that appealed to the smart girl. She was also excited to be back with her two best friends. Oh, how much she had missed them over the summer. Although they had written to each other over the summer, she knew it must have been a harder summer for the other two than they wished to expose by owl. She saw it in their eyes when they embraced on platform 9 3/4.
In the muggle world it was hard to hear about everything that was going on with the Dark Lord. Now that he had publicly returned it was easier to read about it in the Daily Prophet, but it was not the same as being able to talk about it with people who actually knew about it as she had been able to do the previous summer.
As Hermione retired to bed on her first night back she found her self staring down at a book on her pillow that Hermione had not read before. Or if she had she didn't know because it had no title or author to recognize on the cover.
***
Pansy Parkinson, a pug-faced Slytherin, was overwhelmed to be going back to her second home. Of course, she had cried while leaving her mother like she had at the beginning of every year since she started Hogwarts. The girl had no reason to hate home. She lived with her mother and visited her father on weekends. They were both wonderful people on her eyes. Truth be told, they spoiled the child rotten.
Pansy was happy to be back at school with her gang of friends and of course, all the boys. Especially Draco Malfoy. Pansy had tried sending him letters several times that summer but she received no responses. This offended the girl slightly, but not much. As Pansy climbed into bed that night she was greeted by a book that fell open to floor. The pages were all blank.
***
Ronald Weasley had spent a boring summer at the Burrow. He had been happy when visiting his brothers at their new joke shop but quite depressed when forced to stay home and watch Ginny while his parents were at work for either the Ministry or the order of the Phoenix. A few times his parents had taken him to visit his prat of a brother for the first time in a year. He was once again speaking to the family but his siblings would not forgive him for his hostility from the previous year.
Ron was half-heartedly looking forward to another year of Quidditch. The year before he had won Gryffindor the house cup but it was only the last game that he actually showed any talent. The team, which now consisted of only Harry, Katie, and himself, was now in need of four team members.
Ron and Harry departed for bed on the first night, and on his pillow he found a small brown book that he did not recognize. He opened it up and all the pages were completely blank.
***
Blaise Zabini lived with his father over the summer. His mother had been a Death Eater and was killed by the Dark Lord himself. Since then, his entire family had been against the Dark Lord. Blaise had only one friend to return to at school and that was Evan Nott. Evan's father was a Death Eater who had been caught by the Ministry at the end of the previous year. Not unlike Blaise, Evan opposed to anything Dark Lord and always had. This, Blaise supposed, was why they were such close friends.
Because of his father being in Azkaban, the duo had not been able to spend time together over the summer. Optimistic Blaise was not bothered by this. To him, it would feel better going back to Hogwarts knowing you would be able to make up for lost time with his best friend. However, after a last conversation for the night, Blaise found himself troubled with a strange book that he had opened on his bed. He soon found out that it was indeed a diary!
***
Yeah . . .no duh! Thanks for reading. Sorry if it sucked. If I get enough flames I won't continue the story! Whatever. Review. Next Chapter: More about the diary. What Harry writes.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these characters or places or words that seem foreign to you for they belong to the brilliant and talented JK Rowling. I am making absolutely no money from this story and I never will. I refuse to take credit for any of her work and I don't want to be sued!
*** "Yes but Albus, it just doesn't seem like it would work."
"Have I ever given you reason not to trust a plan of mine, Minerva?"
"This could just lead to further differences between our students."
"Severus, even you and Minerva have bitter feelings towards each other. Why don't we at least give it a shot?"
"We can try it. I doubt it will help matters any, Albus. But we can try it. What students have you chosen to participate in this . . . . experiment?
"Three from your house, Minerva, And three from yours, Severus."
"I still can not agree with this. Things will only worsen."
"We might as well attempt to make a difference. You will never know the outcome unless the hypothesis is tested."
With that the meeting was over. Severus reluctantly picked up the three objects that lay on the Headmasters desk and with a swish of his cloak, left the large circular room, leaving it a bit more pleasant feeling. Minerva, without looking at the wise old man behind the desk, picked up the remaining three objects and followed Severus out the door and down the spiraling, moving stairs.
***
Harry Potter was finally back at school for his 6th year. It was a nice feeling to be back with his friends. Although, Harry knew that there would be troubles ahead, just like every other year. A sinking feeling crept up Harry's stomach the first time he saw his archenemy Draco Malfoy. Harry had hoped that Draco had died over the summer and was beginning to believe it was true when he didn't pay him his traditional visit on the train.
As Harry went up to his dorm after the start of term feast had finished, he talked avidly with his friends Ron and Hermione. Surprisingly, the famous trio had spent a whole summer away from each other and it had been hell for all of them. Finally they reached Gryffindor tower and decided to go their separate ways to bed. Ron and Harry slowly climbed the staircase to the 6th year boys' dorms, while Hermione took the staircase to the girls' dorms.
Quickly, Harry undressed and jumped into bed. He would have been asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow had his head hit the pillow instead of what it did hit. A loud clunk announced Harry's change of direction from down to bolt upright. Where his head should have been was a mahogany colored book.
***
Draco Malfoy could not determine whether he was relieved or not to go back to school. Home was bad. Lucius Malfoy was now in Azkaban so his mother was in fits nearly every second of the day. Ministry workers came to their house at least once a week to look for any dark artifacts. And they found a good deal of them. Yes, they had found enough to ruin the Malfoy's good reputation and Draco had to blame it all on his father. But then, school would be no better, would it? Draco would no longer be able to walk around as the son of a respected man. Instead, he would walk around as the son of a Death Eater.
Whether he liked it or not, Draco had to return to school for his 6th year. Yes, he got pointed at and whispers followed him all the way up to his four poster bed. However, when he pulled back the curtains to his personal sanctuary, he found a handsome book looking up at him from his pillow.
***
Hermione Granger was elated to be back in school in her first year of NEWT classes. She had passed every one of her OWLs with O's. Of course, it wasn't only academics that appealed to the smart girl. She was also excited to be back with her two best friends. Oh, how much she had missed them over the summer. Although they had written to each other over the summer, she knew it must have been a harder summer for the other two than they wished to expose by owl. She saw it in their eyes when they embraced on platform 9 3/4.
In the muggle world it was hard to hear about everything that was going on with the Dark Lord. Now that he had publicly returned it was easier to read about it in the Daily Prophet, but it was not the same as being able to talk about it with people who actually knew about it as she had been able to do the previous summer.
As Hermione retired to bed on her first night back she found her self staring down at a book on her pillow that Hermione had not read before. Or if she had she didn't know because it had no title or author to recognize on the cover.
***
Pansy Parkinson, a pug-faced Slytherin, was overwhelmed to be going back to her second home. Of course, she had cried while leaving her mother like she had at the beginning of every year since she started Hogwarts. The girl had no reason to hate home. She lived with her mother and visited her father on weekends. They were both wonderful people on her eyes. Truth be told, they spoiled the child rotten.
Pansy was happy to be back at school with her gang of friends and of course, all the boys. Especially Draco Malfoy. Pansy had tried sending him letters several times that summer but she received no responses. This offended the girl slightly, but not much. As Pansy climbed into bed that night she was greeted by a book that fell open to floor. The pages were all blank.
***
Ronald Weasley had spent a boring summer at the Burrow. He had been happy when visiting his brothers at their new joke shop but quite depressed when forced to stay home and watch Ginny while his parents were at work for either the Ministry or the order of the Phoenix. A few times his parents had taken him to visit his prat of a brother for the first time in a year. He was once again speaking to the family but his siblings would not forgive him for his hostility from the previous year.
Ron was half-heartedly looking forward to another year of Quidditch. The year before he had won Gryffindor the house cup but it was only the last game that he actually showed any talent. The team, which now consisted of only Harry, Katie, and himself, was now in need of four team members.
Ron and Harry departed for bed on the first night, and on his pillow he found a small brown book that he did not recognize. He opened it up and all the pages were completely blank.
***
Blaise Zabini lived with his father over the summer. His mother had been a Death Eater and was killed by the Dark Lord himself. Since then, his entire family had been against the Dark Lord. Blaise had only one friend to return to at school and that was Evan Nott. Evan's father was a Death Eater who had been caught by the Ministry at the end of the previous year. Not unlike Blaise, Evan opposed to anything Dark Lord and always had. This, Blaise supposed, was why they were such close friends.
Because of his father being in Azkaban, the duo had not been able to spend time together over the summer. Optimistic Blaise was not bothered by this. To him, it would feel better going back to Hogwarts knowing you would be able to make up for lost time with his best friend. However, after a last conversation for the night, Blaise found himself troubled with a strange book that he had opened on his bed. He soon found out that it was indeed a diary!
***
Yeah . . .no duh! Thanks for reading. Sorry if it sucked. If I get enough flames I won't continue the story! Whatever. Review. Next Chapter: More about the diary. What Harry writes.