Dreams of A Misfit
Disclaimers: I own nothing besides the following characters, only 2 of which are mentioned very often...
Raena Renee O'Riley---Author of this Diary, My character... sort of a Mary Sue, but not really, only has a few of the attributes... such as she's not exactly pretty *cough* and she isn't in Gryffindor, and Harry doesn't fall in love with her... ect. Okay, so she's not really a Mary Sue... getovahyaself!
Clarise Johnson--- Raena's mother, with her maiden name. Raena only has her father's last name for one reason.
Robert O'Riley--- Raena's father. A kind man, a friend of Remus Lupin's... dot dot dot...
okay, I think that's all of *MY* characters, so, the rest sadly, belong to Miss J.K. Rowling..
I will now start with the diary entries.
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Dear Diary, August 28, 1998
Momma is so excited about me going to Hogwarts! She says that I'll be sorted into Slytherin, and that I will follow in her path and become prefect, and then become Head Girl. I really hope I don't dissapoint her. She was so proud of me, she bought me an owl! My very own! She beamed as she took me shopping for my supplies yesterday, and on our way out, we stopped and got and owl! I remember her eyes watering as she payed for it, and she told me to write her at the very least, twice a week. I'm still trying to think of a name however, I've decided on one of these:
Archemedes
Riley
Mars
what do you think? Oh here I am, asking inanimate objects questions again. I don't know. I think I shall call him Archemedes though. I'm not sure if I spelled that right.
I have to turn in for the night.
Love,
Raena
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Dear Diary, September 2, 1998
Mother says I'm a dissapointment. She sent me a howler. Would you like to know why? Because I did not make it into Slytherin. When I put the sorting hat on, it was whispering to me...
"Where to put you?"
"SLYTHERIN!" I almost cried outloud.
"But you aren't Slytherin material, are you?
"You're like your father, kind, loyal... your mother is a kniving fool of a Slytherin...I think that I will put you in..."
HUFFLEPUFF!
I ran away with the hat still on my head. It was so embarrassing. Later that evening, a Gryffindor second year walked over to me, and told me that he had done the same thing last year, and it wasn't such a big deal, His name was Neville, he was really nice to me. I liked him. Though his face resembled a football (A/N-think soccer for us Americans), he was nice, and I liked that.
My howler arrived this morning at breakfast, a red envelope, it scared me to death, I knew what it was. It was my ex-mother. She wanted me in Slytherin. Someone, I think his name was Ernie, leaned over to me and told me to open it now, or else it will be worse if I wait. So I did. My ex-mother decided she didn't like me being in Hufflepuff. I dare not quote the whole thing, for I do not remember exactly what she said,but it ran along these lines, "YOU KNOW WHAT, YOUR SORTING PRESENT IS A NEW HOME, I AM DISOWNING YOU, YOU WILL GO LIVE WITH YOUR FATHER IN THE MUGGLE CITY FROM NOW ON! YOUR THINGS WILL BE SENT THERE IMMEDIATLY!" What she had meant by my 'sorting present' was Archemedes (I decided on that name), of whom I am not going to send back to her.
Neville ate lunch with me today. He even sat at our table. Everyone thought he was odd. One boy with black hair told him he was at the wrong table, and I blushed. I knew who that boy was. My ex-mother used to tell me stories about him. He was Harry Potter. Neville had told him that he was going to eat lunch with me today. He ate dinner with me too. He told me about how he lived with his Gran, and how they were overjoyed when he first showed signs of power. I told him that my ex-mother was overjoyed too. He said, who wouldn't be? But he also asked me why I called her my ex-mother. I told him, I should just call her Clarise, because ex-mother was too much of a mouthful.
He sighed and nodded, as if he knew what I meant. I don't know if he did though. I wondered why he lived with his Gran, but I didn't ask.
I will have to turn in for the night again,
Love,
Raena Renee O'Riley
ps- I am now proud of my last name, for my father is more kind a person than my so called mother. or Clarise. I love him, and I love my last name. For it is mine and his.
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A/N, so I know that was bad, but oh well... R/R please!
Disclaimers: I own nothing besides the following characters, only 2 of which are mentioned very often...
Raena Renee O'Riley---Author of this Diary, My character... sort of a Mary Sue, but not really, only has a few of the attributes... such as she's not exactly pretty *cough* and she isn't in Gryffindor, and Harry doesn't fall in love with her... ect. Okay, so she's not really a Mary Sue... getovahyaself!
Clarise Johnson--- Raena's mother, with her maiden name. Raena only has her father's last name for one reason.
Robert O'Riley--- Raena's father. A kind man, a friend of Remus Lupin's... dot dot dot...
okay, I think that's all of *MY* characters, so, the rest sadly, belong to Miss J.K. Rowling..
I will now start with the diary entries.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Diary, August 28, 1998
Momma is so excited about me going to Hogwarts! She says that I'll be sorted into Slytherin, and that I will follow in her path and become prefect, and then become Head Girl. I really hope I don't dissapoint her. She was so proud of me, she bought me an owl! My very own! She beamed as she took me shopping for my supplies yesterday, and on our way out, we stopped and got and owl! I remember her eyes watering as she payed for it, and she told me to write her at the very least, twice a week. I'm still trying to think of a name however, I've decided on one of these:
Archemedes
Riley
Mars
what do you think? Oh here I am, asking inanimate objects questions again. I don't know. I think I shall call him Archemedes though. I'm not sure if I spelled that right.
I have to turn in for the night.
Love,
Raena
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Dear Diary, September 2, 1998
Mother says I'm a dissapointment. She sent me a howler. Would you like to know why? Because I did not make it into Slytherin. When I put the sorting hat on, it was whispering to me...
"Where to put you?"
"SLYTHERIN!" I almost cried outloud.
"But you aren't Slytherin material, are you?
"You're like your father, kind, loyal... your mother is a kniving fool of a Slytherin...I think that I will put you in..."
HUFFLEPUFF!
I ran away with the hat still on my head. It was so embarrassing. Later that evening, a Gryffindor second year walked over to me, and told me that he had done the same thing last year, and it wasn't such a big deal, His name was Neville, he was really nice to me. I liked him. Though his face resembled a football (A/N-think soccer for us Americans), he was nice, and I liked that.
My howler arrived this morning at breakfast, a red envelope, it scared me to death, I knew what it was. It was my ex-mother. She wanted me in Slytherin. Someone, I think his name was Ernie, leaned over to me and told me to open it now, or else it will be worse if I wait. So I did. My ex-mother decided she didn't like me being in Hufflepuff. I dare not quote the whole thing, for I do not remember exactly what she said,but it ran along these lines, "YOU KNOW WHAT, YOUR SORTING PRESENT IS A NEW HOME, I AM DISOWNING YOU, YOU WILL GO LIVE WITH YOUR FATHER IN THE MUGGLE CITY FROM NOW ON! YOUR THINGS WILL BE SENT THERE IMMEDIATLY!" What she had meant by my 'sorting present' was Archemedes (I decided on that name), of whom I am not going to send back to her.
Neville ate lunch with me today. He even sat at our table. Everyone thought he was odd. One boy with black hair told him he was at the wrong table, and I blushed. I knew who that boy was. My ex-mother used to tell me stories about him. He was Harry Potter. Neville had told him that he was going to eat lunch with me today. He ate dinner with me too. He told me about how he lived with his Gran, and how they were overjoyed when he first showed signs of power. I told him that my ex-mother was overjoyed too. He said, who wouldn't be? But he also asked me why I called her my ex-mother. I told him, I should just call her Clarise, because ex-mother was too much of a mouthful.
He sighed and nodded, as if he knew what I meant. I don't know if he did though. I wondered why he lived with his Gran, but I didn't ask.
I will have to turn in for the night again,
Love,
Raena Renee O'Riley
ps- I am now proud of my last name, for my father is more kind a person than my so called mother. or Clarise. I love him, and I love my last name. For it is mine and his.
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A/N, so I know that was bad, but oh well... R/R please!