I own nothing. (All quotes indented and bold fonts were taken from one of J.K. Rowling's books.)

This story has been taken and pieced together from three unique diaries. Unfortunately, due to the fact that the information in the diaries is often quite biased, different parts of each diary have been used to describe certain events.

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Lilly West an the Sorcerer's Barf-Bag

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Lilly West

For every step my Grandmother took, it took me two to keep up. "Stay close. We don't want any muggle lunatic snatching you up," she said in her shrill voice. She grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, her manservant, Hugo, carrying my owl and my trunk.

I was nervous, like any girl going to a new school would be. I'd heard stories about Hogwarts, and they floated through my mind as I struggled to keep pace with Grandmother. It's a wonderful school, the woman at the store would say. I'd have loved to put my son in Durmstrang, the quality of teaching is so much better, but the distance of Hogwarts is much more convenient, a friend of Grandmother's once told me. All in all, I didn't care where I was sent. It was my Grandmother's choice, after all.

My grandmother dragged me between a sign marked 9 and a sign marked 10, and the world around me changed drastically. Instead of the strange muggle trains, on either side of me, I was on a new platform- one with a large train, THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS painted on its side. Glancing nervously around me, I noted that the people standing here were my kind, not the strange muggles who had unfamiliar ways of completing tasks.

"Now," Grandmother began, "as my grandchild and only person in the world besides myself to carry the West name, I expect you to never to disgrace yourself or your ancestors. Do you understand me?" What, did she think I was slow or something? I could understand her just fine. But I just meekly nodded and received a small smile from the old woman in the emerald green robes in front of me. "I'll just fix your hair, remove this…" Grandmother smoothed my dark brown hair down, and un-tucked it from behind my ears. "Hugo, give her the trunk and that blasted owl!"

Hugo handed me my things, and Grandmother shoved me forward. I glanced behind my shoulder, but the two were already gone. Great. Some support they were giving me. Stepping up into a cart, I dragged my trunk behind me. I looked into one compartment. Two boys, one with red waves and one with black locks looked back at me. Umm… no. I was most definitely not going to sit there, with two, strange boys.

I continued on. About two or three carts in, I found someplace empty. Putting my bag beside me, I propped up my feet. "Can I sit here?" I turned and saw a boy, with the exact same plain robes as mine, standing by the door. He was spectacularly good looking, with dark skin and high cheekbones. "Yeah, sure. You a first year too?" The boy looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "Yeah. The name's Blaise, Blaise Zabini. I'm going to be in Slytherin. And you?"

My Grandmother had once asked me what I'd wanted to be when I grew up. My response had been "really, really evil." I'd meant it as a joke, but she'd just nodded and said "than Slytherin is the proper house for you."

I smirked. "The name's Lilly, Lilly West. I'm going to be in Slytherin too." "Really?" Blaise said, placing his hands behind his head. "You don't seem like the type." "I am most definitely the type, thank-you very much," I replied, crossing my arms.

Blaise grinned. "You know, West, I think that we may become good friends."

Blaise Zabini

West sat beside me as we crossed the lake on our little boats. "You know, I wouldn't mind swimming in the water," she joked. "Even though I'd probably drown, or get eaten by a giant squid-" "You know about the giant squid?" The white-blond boy in the boat beside us asked her.

"You mean there's an actual giant squid in there?" West asked, here big hazel eyes wide. "Yeah," the boy said, grinning. No doubt he was expecting her to be scared. But I watched as her face broke out into a wide smile. "Wicked awesome!" she exclaimed, turning back. The boy raised his eyebrows and turned to me. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he said, looking at me with his ice-colored eyes. He extended his pale hand and I shook it. "The name's Blaise, Blaise Zabini."

The boy nodded when he heard my last name, and turned to the two giant first-years sitting behind him in the wider section of the boat. "That's Crabbe," he said, gesturing to one, "and Goyle," he gestured to the other. The two of them grunted in response. "We're all purebloods." I nodded. Good.

The boy leaned over the boat and whispered to me. "I wouldn't go befriending the other sort, if you know what I mean." I knew exactly what he'd meant, and my mother had said the same thing before she'd left to meet one of her lovers in Brazil.

Malfoy turned from me to Lilly. "What about you? Mudblood or pure?" "Pure, I guess," Lilly shrugged, turning from the water to face Draco. "What do you mean 'I guess'? Either you're pure or you're not." "Well… my great grandmother on my mother's side was a veela. So that makes me…" West started to count on her fingers before shouting "one-eighth veela! And of course, my mother's grand father was pure, and my father's side was all pure too."

I studied Lilly carefully. She was pretty, but not in what I would call a 'veela' sort of way. Her hair was short and brown and her face had a sort of Mediterranean look to it. And that's when I realized that she was emitting faint silver light. Yep. She was most definitely part veela. In fact, I'd say the only thing really preventing her from being veela-grade beautiful was her nose. It wasn't ugly, but it wasn't exactly gorgeous. Then again, not everything about a person can be beautiful. (Not including my mother and me.)

Draco snorted before saying, "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I've caught you're name." "Lilly West's the name, magic's my game. I'm going to be in Slytherin." Draco chuckled. "Good luck. Not just anybody can be in Slytherin, you see. You have to be special, you know. And of magical decent, of course."

West looked him straight in the eye and said the most serious thing I'd heard her say the whole evening. "I think I've got what it takes." Draco narrowed his eyes and I chuckled. Nevertheless, we continued across the lake in silence.

We were lead through a tunnel to what looked like an underground harbor, and we carefully tried to leap out of our boats without falling into the black lake below. The giant half-breed 'Call-me-Hagrid' lead us up to a flight of stairs which ended out side, in front of two huge massive oak doors. After knocking three times, the pair of doors swung open.

A stern looking woman wearing emerald green robes nodded at us in greeting. After explaining to us what the houses were (which I already knew) and about house points (which I knew about as well,) she left us.

Lilly turned to me. "Zabini, what if I'm not in Slytherin?" "Then I'm afraid we wont be friends," I replied simply. Whether I was telling the truth or joking, I myself didn't know. Lilly said nothing, and before I knew it, all of the first years were being thrust out into the Hogwarts Castle Great Hall.

Draco Malfoy

"Malfoy, Draco.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Grinning, I walked from the sorting-hat's stool towards the seat that Crabbe and Goyle had 'reserved' (a.k.a. evil-eye glaring and knuckle-cracking at anyone who came near) for me. Sitting with my back to the two of them, I watched as the rest of the first years got sorted into their houses. I cheered with the other Slytherins when Parkinson, Pansy was sorted into our house, feeling right at home.

The minute Potter's name was called, I watched with scornful eyes as everyone leaned forward eager to hear which house he belonged to. I crossed my fingers, hoping that he wouldn't be in Slytherin. That would pretty much ruin my life for all eternity. Not Slytherin…Not Slytherin…Not Slytherin… After a few painful minutes of waiting, the ratty old hat finally screamed "GRYFFINDOR!" The roar that followed from the Gryffindor table nearly deafened anyone within a ten mile radius. If Nut-case Dumbledore had any sense, he would've put a stop to it at once.

Sadly, my dear Headmaster's age had hardened his hearing, so I bet that the cheering to him sounded rather weak.

When Potter finally took a seat, McGonagall resumed with the sorting. After calling ten more names, only about three students were left.

"Weasley, Ronald." Ugh. One of the dirt-poor blood traitors.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"West, Lilly." I watched as the girl from the boat strutted from her place beside Zabini and sat on the stool. The hat was placed on her head, and I saw as her face went from smiling to serious, to a smirk that rivaled one of my own. "SLYTHERIN!" Gasp!

Lilly flipped her short hair back and walked over to our table to sit beside Millicent Bulstrode, another first year Slytherin. Finally, when that prat, Blaise Zabini was called into Slytherin, he walked over to our table and took a place beside her. Soon, the three of them and Marcus Flint were talking. Whatever the topic was, Lilly seemed to find it very amusing, because she was laughing a lot and Zabini and Flint were hitting her over the head with a copy of the Daily Prophet, while laughing as well.

I turned to Crabbe. "How was your summer?"

Grunt. Satisfied, I turned to Goyle.

"What about yours?"

Grunt.

"Both of you are so pathetically dim. But that is why you're my friends, you see." I chuckled and Crabbe and Goyle chuckled too. I doubt they even knew that the joke I'd just made was about them and how stupid they really were. I ate the rest of my meal in silence.

Finally, a girl with buckteeth, a mustache and curly black hair called out for all of the first-years. "Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts. My name's Gemma Farley. Glad to see that you were all sorted into Slytherin. Follow me to your common room," she said in a monotone, as if she really didn't want to be doing this. Flipping her hair behind her, she marched of, without bothering to check and see if we were walking after her. She was right not to look though, because we all scurried along with her anyways.

She led us to what looked like dungeons. "Before you ask a million questions, I'd just like to say that yes, our common room is in the dungeons, and yes, it is under the black lake. So shut up. Failure to do so will result in you never knowing how to get into the common room." I watched with a smug look as the other Slytherins glanced nervously at one another. I wasn't nervous. Not one bit.

We all walked behind Farley, me and that Parkinson girl right behind her. Farley stopped suddenly at a mossy old stone wall. "Alright you little nuisances, the password is pureblood." A hidden door in the wall suddenly slid out, but before we could all rush into the common room, Gemma stopped us. "Our password doesn't change, so if you ever tell anyone from another house what it is, you will serve three months detention and a good punch in the face from me." We all nodded, and she took us through the room.

I loved our common room immediately. It was filled with green light from the lake water outside of the windows, and black and silver were everywhere. It was what I had always dreamed it to be and more.

Lilly West

I sat in my bed as I finished writing my letter to Grandmother. She would want to know all about my life, because I am amazing (and her only living relative. Her son- a.k.a. my father- was killed in a freak Unicorn stampede accident, along with my mother.) Proud of myself, I read my very detailed description of my evening…

Grandmother,

I am in Slytherin. Is everything great with you? It is for me.

L.W.

Before I turned off my light, I surveyed my dormitory. It was stone-like the rest of the castle. And there were five four-poster beds with green curtains and comforters, and silver satin sheets. In each bed was a person (duh! What, did you think I'd be alone?). My roommate's names were Pansy Parkinson, Esmeralda Twit (what a lovely last name… NOT,) Alexis von Rennenberg, and Millicent Bulstrode. I liked Millicent; she was cool, in an ugly sort of way.

I snuggled into my sheets and closed my eyes, drifting off into sleep.

That night, I had a strange dream. I was talking to Draco Malfoy when Blaise came up to me and whacked me over the head with the Daily Prophet. "That's for not talking to Harry Potter!" He shouted, and behind him, Harry jumped up onto a table and pointed his finger at me. Right after that, Draco snatched the newspaper from Blaise and whacked me over the head with that too. "And that's what you get for eating my food."

Huh?