Dear Diary,
I am Kayla Lillian Hatter.
Three years ago I became the youngest Auror known to man, but the thing is no
one even knew that I was one. Except my family, the American Ministry of Magic,
The English Ministry of Magic, and my new Headmaster, Dumbledore, now. I lost
my mother when I was twelve, two of my best friends when I was fourteen and
now, I am living in England al by myself. I was given a house in Godric's
Hollow when I moved here, and are still living here.
I have an aunt who lives in
England, but she lives almost two hours away from here, in a Muggle community
called Privet Drive. I've been there once but I've heard stories. My aunt is
with the Accidental Magic Reversal Department and told me that the people who
lived across from them, the Dursley's I think, had their "Aunt Marge" blown up
by their nephew, Harry Potter. It still makes me crack up, because you see I
was there in secret. I have a rare Invisibility Cloak handed down to me by my
mother.
I used to go to Albustian
School of Auroring, the best school of Auroring in the world. I would disappear
with my friends for one night every full moon, because all four of us were werewolves.
Kaitlin "Vix" Morris had black hair and green eyes and was top of all her
classes, chaser for the Quidditch team and was the best friend anyone could
have. Erin "Kitty" McLaughlin was well pretty, smart and good at everything.
Severus "Tiger" Loup had very untidy black hair, blue eyes and hated his name.
We always make fun of it and he is always complaining that he wants to change
his name.
Oh, and I forgot were all
Animagi. It's a must for the kind of Aurors we want to be and the kind I am. I
usually deal with Dark Creatures and anything to do with Lord Voldemort. I can
usually track down another werewolf, because other werewolves can sense other
werewolves. I remember this one time my team and I were in London being
positioned for the search of Sirius Black, which I didn't think was guilty but
I had no say in it I was only 13, and we were searching in a cave. It was a big
mistake going in deeper and deeper. It happened to be a place were vampires
took refuge, they weren't very happy went we came bustling in. You see vampires
and werewolves don't get along together, so they were mainly after me.
I killed some, me being
trained very hard for this kind of thing, but one (The strongest one I might
say!), after all the others around were dead, came over and bit my arm. I
didn't become a vampire, though, because I'm already a Dark creature. He keeled
over dead because a werewolf's blood is poison to a vampire and good thing too
or I would have been dead!
Well, anyway I'm leaving
for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in two months. I know this is
the school where Harry Potter goes and I just hope he leaves me alone, I don't
like arrogant famous people. I guess being famous would make someone very
arrogant, but I may be wrong.
Sincerely,
Kayla L. Hatter