AN: just some housekeeping, this is NOT an accurate portrayal of disabilities, so if there are inaccuracies I apologise. I'd also like to say that this fanfiction is inspired by Holly Evans and the Spiral Path by wordhammer.

30th of December, 1991

I've decided to not write in this everyday, mostly because life isn't always that interesting, especially as most of the entries would be populated with run downs of the lessons that had happened that day.

I've been admonished by Hermione about my lack of knowledge in regards to certain books. It turns out they weren't twenty thousand leagues under the sea, but they travelled twenty thousand leagues whilst under the surface of the big blue wet monster that is otherwise known as the ocean.

I received a letter, one that wasn't really surprising. The letter in question was from Mum, as I was quite adamant about the fact that I don't want to receive letters from my father. It wasn't really that interesting, though there were some fantastic book recommendations. But the bit that I was waiting to read was a transcribed missive from my father. The essence of the message was that he wanted to meet with me to discuss the contents of Grandpa Fleamont's will.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out why he wants to call a meeting, though I'm definitely not making him my regent. I expect Eric will be there as well, mostly because he'll want to take out his anguish on something, namely me.

All of this talking about the will reminds me, I need to send a letter to Grandma Dorea in regards to Fleamont's choice to make me the Potter heiress. Perhaps I'll get a surprise when she replies.

Oh, and I need to send a letter to Mum to make sure she buys out those shares in the custom clothing company, because those clothes are too good, and there's probably a market for body flattering clothing, especially for girls who lack self-esteem. I might also try and get a boys store open as well, because there's bound to be a boys market for custom clothes.

Speaking of which, today's the day that Hermione will make sure she'll have to pick my jaw off the floor. Her parents will both be at their surgery for the entire day, so at this point I'm practically jumping out the window in excitement.

Though that might be a bad idea as I'm not wearing anything other than a pair of fairly scandalous knickers, a pair that don't really hide anything. I think I've caught Hermione staring a couple of times as well, so perhaps she isn't as straight laced as I previously assumed.

Anyway, I've just heard Hermione calling, she's ready for her little show. I'll be back in a bit.

It's about two hours after the last bit of writing, and, um, I think I've just noticed something that nobody else is.

Hermione is effortlessly beautiful. And I reckon she was only born with buck teeth because the lottery of life wanted to make sure she didn't have it all.

I'm jealous. And I'm making sure she starts to do the same toning sessions that I do. Mostly because of the fact that she'll push herself out of the reach of several of the more questionable bits of the male population of Hogwarts

Namely one Ronald Weasley, who isn't exactly subtle about his wishes for Hermione. They often involve him proclaiming just how hot she is. Which certainly isn't a way to actually get a girlfriend. He needs practise.

Though I don't think he'd be impartial to resorting to love potions as well. I'd better warn Hermione just in case.

In other news, I'm trying to come up with a nickname for the little bookworm, mostly because she had one for me by the time we arrived in the Great Hall. And she'd only met me on the train. Whereas I'm still trying to come up with one after a few months. I know I'm not using 'Mione as one. But it's going to be something along those lines anyway.

Fuck.

"Hermione, why have covered my eyes. And you do know the quill will keep writing, don't you?"

Giggles pierce the silence after Adeline finishes speaking.

"G-god Lina. Y-y-you re-really t-t-th-think I c-care? Be-besides, it b-brings ou-out my vo-voyeur-, f-fuck m-me."

"Voyeuristic tendencies?"

"Oui"

"Cool, now if I could please look around the room. I know you were just masturbating, I can smell it, so if you could have a shower that would be great. But quickly tell me what you have to say."

"We-well, I want-ted t-t-to as-ask if you t-thought I was bea-beautiful."

"Dear God Hermione, if you were any more beautiful then you would be challenging Audrey Hepburn. Just more tanned and with bigger tits. And, by the way, I'm making sure you do the same toning sessions that I do, because you need to make sure that you have the whole package, curves, breasts, bum, legs, all of it."

"I f-forgot how you c-can sssound much old-d-der t-than you seem sometimes."

"Yeah, well, when you spend as much time being ignored as I have, which can be quite disheartening, you tend to learn to be mentally much older than people think you really are. And I've learnt more in becoming mentally mature than I might learn in a year taking lessons from my father."

Hermione just smirks

"Now you've said your piece, could you please go and have a shower, you reek, and whilst it isn't unpleasant, it's certainly off putting."

"I al-always f-forget th-that you're relat-ted to v-vampires."

Yeah, that's something I'm quite proud of, my mum is distantly related to an all female vampire coven, whose genes, if you have any, are only passed from mother to daughter, with all the females in that family having some sort of vampiric trait, whether physical, sensory, or mental. Though recessive genes have been found in men. It's a way that ensured that all the vampires in that specific coven were never male, so it was a kind of magical natural selection.

"Fffascinating."

"Yep, now little flower features, go and have a shower please, as your parents will be back in about half an hour."

Hermione just grins, I know she's going to get up to something devious, which isn't going to be good for me.

I've also realised how awkward it is when explaining something during a conversation. Just another small niggle that needs to figured out, though for the moment it's quite novel and Hermione enjoys my occasional annoyance because of it.

I believe Mum is coming to pick me up tomorrow, though it might be the day after, to be grilled by my closest relatives, barring her, which should prove entertaining because they'll be their usual presumptive selves and say there must have been a mistake and Eric would be the perfect Wizengamot seat holder. On the plus side, if Mum's there then she should be able to keep things fairly civil. Then again, civil is just about the only thing I can be when I'm around my father and brother. And maybe Dumbledore will be there, with his mind magics and what not. Thank goodness for Mum and Severus Snape and their Occlumency lessons.

That's about all I can write for the moment, as I can hear Hermione's parents coming through the door, and it's my day to help them cook.

31st of December, 1991

Hermione should have been considered for Slytherin. It turns out she didn't have a shower yesterday, and instead decided to torment me throughout the evening. Which, to my dismay, means that there are disadvantages to my ancestry, which I just realised I hadn't mentioned before yesterday.

It's something I quite easily forget about, mostly because it doesn't really affect me that much in my day to day life. Though it can be incredibly annoying if two people have been in a broom cupboard, as I can smell them from the other end of the house table in the Great Hall.

It was also extremely fun cooking yesterday, mostly because I always make a mess that takes ages to clean up. And I don't think the Grangers really share my love of rare meat as much as I do. So I had to 'cook' my beef seperate to theirs just to be sure I didn't get mixed up. Though, much to the dismay of her parents, Hermione decided to try rare meat for the first time, though I'm not sure how much she liked it.

Yeah, the rare meat is another genetic thing. I can only eat rare cooked meat, otherwise I end up with awful tummy aches. My Mum can only eat rare meat as well, so our house is split firmly through what we can eat, myself and Mum, who can only eat red or rare meat, and only eat vegetables out of necessity for fibre, and my father and Eric, who willingly eat vegetables and only have well done meats.

I've tried to eat well done meats, mostly by accident or when my parents didn't know that I had Mum's vampiric genes, though to me they're bland, at best, or downright revolting, the trying not to throw up revolting, and then the cramps start to set in after about forty five minutes. Though now that I think about it, I think my father was actually trying to give me a punishment of sorts when he gave me well done meat for that week, or so, when I was seven. Mum was away that week so there was no one to police him. Eric thought it was fantastically funny, until I told him on that Wednesday that I would suck his blood if he didn't shut up. Which I know is impossible, but it's a good bargaining tool.

Anyway, I really should be trying to finish the homework that I've been given, but I don't want to, so more procrastination is on it's way.

Hermione's shaking her head at that statement. I know her feeble mind can't comprehend the basic struggles of us mere mortals.

"F-f-fuck off."

Well I've known for ages that you can't understand the problems of the simple human beings that surround you.

Ow

Well, I've learnt something very important today, Hermione has a killer right jab, one that Bruce Lee would be reasonably proud of.

Yes it's something every girl that's been in my mothers has been taught, how to punch.

Your handwriting is neater than the quills Hermione.

I know, I've had a lot of practise.

Now I need to find something to do better than you in. Perhaps I'll take up Mum's offer on the wandless magic lessons. Though you'll still outdo me in silent casting, mostly because you can't form the words quickly enough.

On that note, would you like to explain to the future Potter's what happened on Hallowe'en.

What?

Really? I guess I never told you. Basically, every possession of every Potter that is worth something, money, knowledge, family history, whatever, is kept, either in the family vault, or one of the family homes. So the Manor, the Castle, or the Townhouse. Though they sometimes end up in one of the smaller properties.

Oh. Well, We were in a Charms lesson, the one before the lesson before lunch. We were being taught the levitation charm, Wingardium Leviosa, and I was sitting next to Ronald Weasley. He's a bit infamous for his lackadaisical attitude to lessons and his willingness to always take the easiest route to make sure he gets by. In the lesson we were paired up, so, much to Professor Flitwick's chagrin, I had to be partnered with Weasley.The use of this format meant that he couldn't do what he normally does, which is demonstrate to the class, give the precise instructions, and then give Lina and I a more one to one lesson to help us reach the same goal as the class.

I still need to come up with a nickname for you.

Shut up. Anyway, I had been placed with a loathsome excuse for a boy, even worse than the usual male population. So, ginger was waving his wand around, with the potential to take my eye out, so I just kept on leaning further and further away from him in an attempt to keep my sight in both of my eyes. After a while of this he stopped, and then stared at me, rather like a dog owner does when their puppy has done something wrong. In other words, with a kind of reproachful manner, but with a loving feel, like they'll forgive you anyway.

He then started to talk about how I wasn't practising the spell, and he was asking me if I thought he was worse than I was, which, he said, couldn't be true, because he wasn't the one who had to be taught by Professor Flitwick every lesson. I generally refuse to speak in public, mostly because there's no point, it would only make it worse.

Weasley kept on rambling on about his supposed superiority to me, because of the fact that he 'didn't need help from a professor to complete some of the most basic spells.' Eventually his insistence about his superior skill set in charms, which are non-existent, resulted in me performing the charm on my first try, wordlessly. This sent Professor Flitwick into a joyous frenzy, induced by my completion of the task without his aid.

Now that I'd shown flame head up, in a rather spectacular way, he just sat there with his mouth imitating that of a fish, and then turned to look at the board and started sulking. It was after the class that the biggest thing happened. Apparently, be was so incensed about how a girl was better than him. That his tongue 'slipped' and he began remarking about all my shortcomings. This was fine up until the point he mentioned my lack of verbal communication.

So I ran past his crying, rushed to the nearest girl's loo, with Lina hot on my tail. After a ten minute written conversation I persuaded Adeline to leave me be for the moment, and I sat there until the arrival of Adeline after dinner, her appearance was then followed by the galumping footsteps of a mountain troll, and it's imminent death at the hand of a botched Transfiguration, after Lina's wand was unceremoniously shoved up its nose.

It was rather cool to look at. The troll just stood there for a second, swayed a bit, then toppled over knees first. It was like in the movies.

Though we were both sick after, mostly due to the fact the the trolls head had been split open and blood was leaking out. It made a horrible mess of the toilet floor.

Yeah, I can taste bile again at thought of that. Thank God for Madam Pomfrey's impromptu therapy sessions. She really is incredibly qualified.

Yep. Now, I'm finishing my astronomy essay.

Cool. I think I can hear my Mum downstairs anyway, so I'll see you later. Now I have to face the other half of my family.

I'll be leaving this in Hermione's, hopefully, trustworthy hands.

31st of December 1991: around 5 o'clock

I hope she can still trust me after this.

Anyway, Adeline just collapsed, mostly from exhaustion. I think that very long meeting took a lot out of her, mostly because she didn't even acknowledge my parents existence when they greeted her, she just trudged upstairs, flopped onto the first bed she could find, which happened to be mine, and fell asleep. Which left me with a fair bit of explaining to do. It was very uncomfortable.

Anyway. she gave me a rune series with a letter and instructions on how to use it. From what I've gleaned from the letter, it's a recording of the meeting, though its filtered out some areas otherwise it would be over several hours long, due to the fact that once its carved it starts storing sound to repeat later. Though it apparently has sentience configuration, so it records movement as well.

So here goes.

(Lily Evans: LE, James Potter: JP, Adeline Potter: AP, Eric Potter: EP, Dorea Black: DB. All aforementioned names speak at certain points during the dialogue)

LE: Ready to go Adie?

AP: As ready as I'll ever be.

LE: Not one for talking at the moment, are we?

AP: No, I just want to get this over and done with. And I want to spend as little time in the same room as them as possible.

LE smirks, extends her hand and waits for AP to take it.

The crack of apparation sounds out, LE and AP reappear on a driveway leading to the gates of an estate.

AP: Why are we at Nana's house? I thought this would be at Gringotts, with our account manager.

LE: Dorea insisted that we talk here, as she knew someone would have to keep James in line. She also said something about explaining what you said in your letter to her.

AP starts marching up to the front door, gravel crunching with each footstep.

The door swings open, AP walks straight through, thanking the House Elf that had magicked the door open.

This is one of the points where the recording has cut out unneeded dialogue and actions.

AP arrives at the study, and steps in without knocking.

JP: That's not how Purebloods enter a room.

AP: Thank God I'm not one of them then, less testing on the facial muscles.

JP: And little girls should give their fathers some respect as well, otherwise you won't find any man who wants to marry you.

AP: I'd rather be sarcastic and single than humble and hindered by a blatantly sexist partner.

DB: Now, now children, stop fighting. We're here for reasons that aren't marriage, and if we were I'd be surprised.

House Elves enter carrying platters of food and drinks.

DB: Now, I have forced one of you to come here because of the contents of the Fleamont's will. The other had questions anyway, and the other was brought along to question my late husband's sanity.

JP: Why didn't Eric get the heirship of the Seat? He's the one who should have got it, as I named him as my Heir. That means that he should have been the first in line.

AP: And who, exactly, was the head of the family? Because if I remember correctly only the head can choose their successor, and their decision is final. Now I don't understand why you have to be here, because you're one of only two purebloods alive in our direct family, which means that you should know that the leader can't be challenged unless you have a viable reason.

EP: You know I should have been the first in line for being heir! I was the one who was named, so Granddad should have put me first, rather than you!

AP: Well, Granddad saw more in me than he did in you, so he placed his faith in the fact that hopefully, when I turn 18, I can carry the Potter family into the next generation, rather than running them into the ground. Which, in all likelihood, is a rather likely possibility, as you have much more expensive tastes than I do.

EP: Dad, tell me that she's wrong, and that I should be the Heir.

JP: I'm afraid she's right, there's nothing I can do without her saying she steps down, or her regeant says she steps down. However, there are ways and means to change these things.

EP: You ruin everything! Why must you be the one to best me, I'm the one that should lead the family, and you know it Adeline! I should be the one who was named, but you always steal what should be MINE!

AP: The day that you're picked over me for something is the day the competition for the most stupid wizard is founded. Now, I have some information that I need from our esteemed Grandmother, so, if you could vacate the premises then I would be most grateful.

EP: If only you hasn't been born, then I would have been the best!

EP storms out of the office. JP follows, trying to negotiate a way to calm EP down.

DB: Well, now that's out of the way, what did you wish to ask me, my dear granddaughter?

AP: Um, first, why me? I'm not really that remarkable, and I'm the one who's not perfect in a physical sense.

DB: What Fleamont saw in you was leadership qualities, somebody who was fiercely independant and not influenced by the people around them. Fleamont had to choose between two people, as you and your twin are the oldest children in your family. And he knew that your brother was easily influenced, as well as coddled and spoilt.

AP: But why not Jasmine, or Madeline, or Jack? They're not laughed at, or ridiculed. Why choose the one who won't be taken seriously? Surely Granddad knew that was a possibility

DB: But they're too young for him to know if they'll be successful in being the seat holder. Whereas, with you he could tell that he was making the right choice for the future.

AP nods, then turns on her heel and leaves the office. DB smiles to herself. AP walks out, only to be accosted by EP and JP.

This is the point where the recording cuts off, as Lily Potter wrote that a lot of the dialogue from this next section is just repeated questions and statements.Now, I need to wake up Lina, so we can prepare for New Years.

I see that Hermione has filled in the story of the afternoon. It was a rather painful experience, especially due to the constant questions being thrown at me, with no chance for me to reply, as they were acting as if they were rhetorical questions.

And my father and brother seem to try to be planning something to prevent me from being officially named heir to the head of house, who is currently grandma Dorea. They'll probably attempt to have it rejected by the Wizengamot, with the stipulation that the will is then sealed.

Anyway, I really should be helping to cook, as everyone's pitching in tonight, due to the fact that it's a rather spectacular occasion. I think the Grangers really go all out as it's also Hermione's late grandmother's birthday. And they would normally all converge on the family house, which is currently inhabited by Hermione's uncle.

Though, I think they're having a stay at home New Years because of me, as I haven't been introduced to the majority of the Granger family, and there's usually a lot of alcohol that's flowing so it's not the best time to introduce me to them.

Anyway, we're making a lamb casserole, so I'm going to have to cook some beef steaks for myself, as the recipe can't be changed easily or without a lot of effort. So I have free reign over what I get to eat this evening.

Which is something I need to do. So now I'm going to try to not make that much of a mess whilst cooking.

I also wonder what the Granger's will allow me to do, hopefully I can have a bit of champagne at midnight, but before that I've got to eat, and I did say I would make my own food this evening, so I think I'll leave this here.