Christy Moody: Part 01

Christy Moody: Part 01

My name is Christy Allegra Moody. And I know that this is how most stories start out. But this isn't a story. And I know you don't usually think of stories being written by people who, technically, don't even exist. Well, welcome to the real world.

Remus Lupin

Dear Diary,

Something very suprising happened today. I was accepted into Hogwarts! It wasn't something I was expecting, well, with…being a Werewolve. I hate my life

Dear Diary,

I was remiscising today, and I remembered my bite. I was walking to my friend Dillan's house, and I was a bit late coming back. Then I…

The thin boy of six walks slowly down a dirt road, kicking up the dust. He glances down at his dirty foot, and spies a sprig of Moonwart. Bending down, he plucks it. He holds the fragile flower in his frail hands, trying not to crush it. But the flower falls to the ground as a dark shape leaps out, as if from nowhere. It obviously isn't hungry, from the looks of it. Blood is already dripping from the Werewolf's muzzle. Remus turns to run, but the Werewolf catches up on it's sinewy legs. And then-nothing.

Dear Diary,

We are going today to buy my school supplies. Only one problem: It is right after the full moon. So I am going to be exhausted. Oh, well. I need to rest up.

Dear Diary,

The trip to Diagon Alley was a success! I met a girl named Lily Windsor there. She seemed nice enough. But she didn't know the first thing about Wizards! Oh, well. She seems like a good friend.

Dear Diary,

I'm going to Hoggwartz Hogwarts. Day after Tomorrow. With a capital "T". And I am very scared. What if they don't like me? What if someone finds out my secret? I'll deal with it when it comes, though. Goodnight.

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Petunia combed her curly red hair. She gazed into the glass for a moment, then applied some mascara to her lashes. Quite frankly, Petunia Windsor was lovely. And her little sister, Lily, was not.

With her bushy red hair and green eyes, she thought Lily looked like the camp counselor from Troop Beverly Hills. Her skin was pale where olive would have been preferred, and Lily had freckles. But that wasn't the least of Petunia's worries! It was that Lily was giving the family a bad name. The Windsors were known for their beauty, and here Lily was, looking like a rat! And Petunia drowned rats.

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Sirus Black propped himself up on his elbows and sighed. Term started day after tomorrow. He had just sent an owl to James, assuming that he would be at Hogwarts with him. They did everything together. Actually, there was no point waiting for the owl to get there. He hit himself in the head. His mind wasn't functioning correctly. He jumped up, and shook James awake in the top bunk.
"James, I have a question."

He had always been a light sleeper, and already had on his glasses.

"What is so important?"

"Are you going to Hogwarts?"

Oops. He hit himself in the head again. There was no point in asking THAT. James Freakin' Potter. The richest guy in all of england. Nothing diluted the blood running in his veins; it was pure wizard's, and to boot, he was a descendant of Godric Gryffindor. Direct. He was wondering what to say to James when he heard snoring. He had fallen asleep with his glasses on.

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Author's Note: This sucked BEYOND belief! AND it's like 2 kbs ! WOW! Sorry about the retarded writer's block, although it's not as though anyone ever reads my stories, ANYWAY! I was bored on a Friday night, because I ws grounded from going to the movies with my friends! **grrr***

Points her foot downwards and snaps it up, therefore kicking **someone** in the groin who had just been saying "What friends?"

I don't need any flames, I need a mini heater! It's bloody COLD here. In SEPTEMBER! Not only that, but in TEXAS! T-E-X-A-S!

Disclaimer: Who let the dogs out? woof? Woof!? woof!? woof!? Actually, more like Who let the idiots out? Huh? Huh!? Huh!? Huh!? Who let the idiots out? Huh? Huh!? Huh!? Huh!? Who let the idiots out? Huh? Huh!? Huh!? Huh!?

if you don't know what is mine and what isn't!

Is anyone entering that fanasaty contest? I am. It won't get picked, though. I just know it.

I hate WordWrap!