Sounds. They can mean many different things. Joy, pain, love, hate, even death and life. But my favorite sound of all was one particular persons voice. It was strong, brave, gentle, and caring. Although it normally held arrogance and pride, I loved it all the same.
His name was Sirius Black. His hair was black as ebony and his eyes like the moon. His smile could bring anyone joy. He was a Gryffindor. Good for him, but bad for me.
I was a Slytherin, an 'evil doer', a 'dark wizard'. Whatever, I didn't care.
My name is Nevin Enedy. A Slytherin, a mudblood, a forgotten. I was either ignored and forgotten, or hexed and cursed at school. My existence didn't matter. My house hated me for my blood, the school hated me for my house.
It was obvious I would've been well liked and chased after if you just looked at me. I was pale with white blonde hair, I had deep blue eyes, and I was the perfect size. But apparently looks did not matter no matter how 'gruesome' you may be.
Through all the time I was alone, not being hexed, made fun of, or even having that rare civil conversation, I was able to dream. I dreamed of what life would've been if I was a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw. But never did I ever dream of being a Gryffindor. No no no, never did I do such a thing. I knew if I ever did, I would bring them dishonor, even if I wasn't one of them. I felt it would be wrong, no, not felt, knew.
There was also one other thing I always knew that were so alike but so different.
The forgotten and sounds.
The forgotten always listened to all the sounds around them but the sounds never listened to the forgotten. That was my life, and this, is my diary.
The italics are her journal entries. And the bold, obviously, are me. I hope you enjoy the beginning. Reviews are greatly needed. And her name is pronounced, (Neh-vin) (In-a-dee)
Also, everything will be put into further detail, the farther you go. (When I actually type up the next chapter) But, it will make sense as to why she was placed into Slytherin.
Thank you! :D