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The Diary

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.

- William Shakespeare

Chapter Two A Hero and A Traitor

Hello. The scrawl had said. My name is Harry Potter.

Andrew's first instinct was to throw the book down and to jump away. But Andrew continued staring at the book, which laid face-up and the ink glimmered still. Andrew stared at the writing on the book, the scrawl that was not his, and the words that had magically appeared from between the pages entranced him for the moment. His hands itched to quickly write a reply to the message that had came between the pages.

But then he caught himself. Andrew backed away quickly till he bumped onto a wall. Who knew what dangers lay in that book. He had heard discreetly, from his loud and boisterous Griffindor housemates that magical books were dangerous. Some could even eat out your brain.

Andrew shuddered. Andrew tried to breathe. He had asthma, and right now, his blood was pounding in his head, and his heart was thumping heavily. It was at times like this that he really hated himself for being so weak, for being reduced to breathless gasps whenever he felt the fear grip him. He often wondered why he was placed in Griffindor and not Hufflepuff where he felt was more suited for him.

Who was this Harry Potter anyway? He was sure that he had heard about this man before. He was new to the Wizarding World despite having been here for two years already. Andrew could breathe properly now.

He would just avoid the book for now, and to find out more about Harry Potter before he would approach the book. He stared at the book. He reached out to grab the book once more, the smooth leather surface compelling him to touch it, to hold it towards himself, to write in it, and to know more of it.. But as quick as that thought flashed through his mind, Andrew snatched his hand back. One could never be sure whom was the enemy. One must always be careful and be suspicious of everything, that were the rules of survival. Trust no one but yourself. That was what he lived by.

It was years of being tormented, being pushed from home to home, from orphanages to orphanages that he had learnt to abide by this rules of survival that he had read from a book somewhere.

Andrew closed his eyes and willed the images that flashed past his mind to go away.

Andrew calmed himself down and sighed in relief as he noticed that the words that had appeared on the page had faded away, dissolved into nothingness. He quickly walked out the door, determined to find out who was Harry Potter.

"Yo twerp! Finally getting out of your hidey hole?" Kane West suddenly spoke from behind him.

Andrew turned abruptly and both hands had reached out on reflex and grabbed Kane's neck, pushing him towards the wall and choking him despite being the smaller sized one of them two.

It would be so easy if he just put a little more effort and snap Kane's neck. It would crack and break and crunch and the sound would be oh-so-satisfying. Just a little bit–

"Let go of me you freak!" Kane shouted as he struggled under the surprisingly tight grip of Andrew. Andrew seemed to snap out of a daze and he immediately released Kane, gasping and breathing hard again, he backed away, mumbling. "Sorry… Sorry.. Please, I didn't mean it.."

"You're such a freak!" Kane shouted yet again, glaring at Andrew with such force, hate and fear all mixed together so intensely that Andrew broke out in cold sweat. What had he done, what had compelled him to do that? The other Griffindors that had been in the common room as well; stared at Andrew with fear and some even with revulsion that made Andrew feel sick to the stomach.

Maybe he should have been in Slytherin after all. They had all thought of him as an unworthy Griffindor for it was a mistake that had let all of them know that he could have been in Slytherin. He had shouted out loud, unintentionally, during his sorting. "Not Slytherin, please! I can't go there!"

"Sorry.. Sorry." Andrew said yet again, and ran out the common room. Not bothering if the Slytherins found him this time.

It was ironic how his fellow Griffindors hated him for he could have been in Slytherin while those in Slytherin hated his guts for being in Griffindor, and denied outright, that a mudblood would have been in Griffindor.

Andrew chuckled to himself humorlessly. He hurried to the library, and kept on telling himself not to cry. Not to cry.

He reached the library, and approached Madam Lorena, "Where can I find any books related to Harry Potter 'mam?"

Madam Lorena looked at him weirdly, "Why dear, you can find all about our savior right there. And you're so polite too! Haven't had anyone asked me anything nowadays. Kids now, so rude!"

Andrew smiled uneasily as Madam Lorena continued to rant, "Thanks for your help." He said and quickly ran off.

He reached the section Madam Lorena had indicated, the Historical Events section. He gasped as he saw several books on this person. 'Harry Potter: Our Savior', 'The Boy Who Lived – Harry Potter', and 'many, many more.

"Wow, Harry Potter must have been a hero or something." Andrew said awed. He took down the books with the coolest titles and lugged them to a table to read:

Harry James Potter is the savior to the Wizarding World as we know it.

Harry Potter was graced with powers that rivaled Albus Dumbledore himself and was able to defeat the Lord Voldermort, or more commonly known as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named during those dark times. He had done the impossible and had defeated Lord Voldermort temporarily during the first reign of the Dark Lord. He was then called The-Boy-Who-Lived.

When the Dark Lord had risen again during Harry Potter's fourth year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry Potter had taken part in the full scale war against the Dark Lord in his second reign. He was the head of the army against the Lord Voldermort. He may have been just a kid, but his maturity surpassed that of his peers.

Harry Potter had after all, faced many adversities in his life and had only become stronger after facing the challenges he had been put through. When Harry Potter had reached his final year in Hogwarts, he had taken part in the final battle. He had defeated the Lord Voldermort in a battle that ended in a night in which the sky and land gleamed red, for the blood spilled that night had been great indeed.

Witnesses had said that under the shine of the full moon, Harry Potter had first transformed into a werewolf, before turning back human and forming fangs instead, becoming a vampire. And he had rip and burn Lord Voldermort who stood powerless in the face of Harry Potter, the chosen one.

Harry Potter had been drenched in blood from head to toe, and his words would not be forgotten. "I fight to protect the innocent and that is the purpose of my living. Now, I have finally succeeded." He might have lost many of his comrades and had suffered as well, but Harry Potter was a brave and kind soul and he continued to fight for his belief.

Harry Potter is indeed a hero, and savior. The-Boy-Who-Lived, The-Man-Who-Conquered and The Savior of the Wizarding World had then disappeared. It was said that he did not like publicity and disliked crowds and had found himself a secluded place in which he could live the rest of his life in peace.

Up to this day, there have been no word of Harry James Potter, and rumors of him being dead have been flying about, but wherever Harry Potter is, he will always be remembered and loved, for he was the savior of the Wizarding World.

"Wow," breathed out Andrew again.

He had found a book belonging to such a hero, and had thrown it to the ground. He flipped a few more books, and all sung their praises about the savior and Andrew was even more in awe of this Harry Potter.

To think that he had found a book owned by Harry Potter before, and the room, home, had probably be owned by Harry Potter as well. That was so cool.

Andrew flipped through another book and had read the following:

Harry Potter became the youngest seeker in the century when he was chosen to represent the Griffindor Quidditch Team during his first year. Professor Minerva McGonagall had seen the potential in Harry Potter with just a glance and with no hesitation had placed him on the team. A broomstick had even been bought for Harry Potter despite rules that said no first-year was allowed a broom.

During Harry Potter's time, there had been many spectacular wins from the Griffindor Quidditch Team for Harry was a natural leader and had boost his other team mates performance with his pep talks and constant encouragement and support. They had won the Quidditch Cup on several occasions, winning back the Cup from Slytherins whom had held the Cup for some time.

During Harry Potter's fifth year, Professor Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster at that time, had not chosen Harry Potter as a prefect for he knew of the heavy responsibilities the teen had shouldered, and did not want to burden Harry Potter any further. The Headmaster was considerate of Harry Potter's needs and Harry Potter was the Headmaster's favourite student. He was also adored by the other teachers in the school, for he was a well-behaved and good student who had never failed to pass up his homework and assignments even though he was exhausted with dealing with the horrors of the war and the revelation that Lord Voldermort might come after him at any moment.

He was a brave boy that did anything in his power to protect and guard the Wizarding World from Lord Voldermort despite the fact that he was young.

"He seems so… so.. perfect.." said Andrew out loud, his habit of talking aloud had gotten him into more trouble than worth.

"Who's perfect Ass-drew?" sneered Scorpios Malfoy, who had appeared in front of him suddenly. Beside him were his usual cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"No one! No one at all!" Andrew hurriedly snapped the book shut and was ready to bolt out.

Malfoy looked at the books Andrew had been reading previously and leafed several pages. "Harry Potter eh? My father said he went to school with that fellow and that he was an attention-grabbing freak." Malfoy said sneering.

"He wasn't that great as people said, my father said so," smirked Malfoy.

Andrew felt an anger surge through his veins. "He was great!" As soon as he shouted out those words, Andrew wondered why he had felt the need to defend this person he only knew through reading a few books.

"No shouting in the library! If you do not understand the need to be quiet in the library, you four please go. Go!"

Andrew ran out first, and he sped ahead of Malfoy, Malfoy yelled, "Hey freak, wait! Don't you want to play with me?"

He ran to where he thought was the room in which he had run into, when he had been hiding previously. "It's here isn't it? It has to be." But it wasn't there. He couldn't find the door in which he had opened before and ran in.

"It's not here.." Andrew said frantically finding for a knob on that smooth wall. "Damn." Andrew said as he once again sped to the Griffindor common room. It seemed that he did nothing but running away from people, things, and dreams.

Andrew hurried back to the Griffindor common room, moving quickly so that Malfoy and his cronies wouldn't catch up on him and hex him.

Andrew stepped into the common room only to remember that everyone here as well, hated him. Kane was the quidditch star and immensely popular, but still retained the attitude of a jerk. He seemed to be always picked on Kane, and that made him also ignored by the rest of the Griffindors who did not want to offend their star by talking to a loser.

"Hey, get out you freak! We don't want you here!" someone shouted as he walked past the common room to the dormitory. He ignored the stares that burnt through him.

"Don't be so mean! He's not a freak!" A girl shouted. Andrew turned and stopped, stunned that someone would actually stand by him.

A red haired girl stood up and Andrew merely stood rooted, staring at her while the rest of the room went quiet.

"Oh man, Kate.." A boy that looked alike to the girl, sitted beside her previously on the couch moaned into his book that he held.

"Come on Kate, he knows himself that he's not wanted here. Look! He's not even denying it." Kane said with a winsome smile.

"Don't call me that! Only my friends call me that!" snapped the girl, Kate, and Andrew felt a burst of something akin to admiration. She actually dared to diss Kane.

"He doesn't like it, do you?" the girl turned to look at him expectedly and all Andrew could do was gape.

"Hah! See! He's an idiot!" Kane mocked, and the girl seemed disappointed that Andrew did not answer but she turned back and took in a deep breath, seemingly a preparation before she began shouting at Kane.

"Erm, I'll go to my room now, err.. Please don't fight on my account." Andrew mumbled hurriedly before dashing up the stairs before anyone else could say anything.

But before he reached his room and slammed the door, he distinctively heard Kane and his other friends yell, "He's only a freak that's what he is! A slimy snake! He's not fit to be in Griffindor! He's a traitor! Traitor!"

Andrew closed the door and felt the tears trail down his face. He didn't deserve this did he? He didn't understand why he had to be the nobody that everyone picked on. He hadn't done anything wrong. He just existed, that's all. Andrew sighed and rubbed the tears away. He then saw the book, it was still lying there, not moving from where he had thrown it.

He picked it up, not afraid anymore. He picked up his pen and once again, he sat down on his bed and started to write. He didn't know exactly what to write, but the anger and frustration that bubbled inside him compelled him to write about his emotions.

I hate my life. I have no friends. They despise me, my fellow Griffindors. They hate me, just because I am who I am.

You're a Hero, that's what the books say anyway. Can you tell me, what I must do, so that, so that… So that I can be just like you, and then maybe, maybe they'll all love me. Love me just like they love you.

Tell me how I can be just like you.

Please..

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This story might be lame and all, but I like writing it, cause it's like I'm testing new waters.. It's a different style from my usual and it's very serious.

So tell me what you think about this fanfic, and of Andrew, Scorpios – any better names? Couldn't think of any. Kate and Kane too, whaddya think?

And what about Harry Potter? What happened to him? Wanna guess?

Reviews appreciated. Thanks.

Yours truly, Nicole.

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