A couple weeks went by with everyone crazy about the new celebrity. At least Professor Snape
seemed to understand that he was just an ordinary boy. With all that fame, he needs someone like Snape
to keep his head on straight. I really don't get what all the girls are raving about. He's hair is always messy
and his clothes are all too big. His green eyes are kind of pretty but that's about it.
There was a really shocking article in the Daily Prophet today. Evidently there was a break-in at
Gringotts. I thought that was impossible. Luckily though, whatever they were looking for was already gone.
There are rumors going around that Harry Potter is the new Gryffindor seeker. Of course, the star gets to
break the rules. First years never get to be on house teams.
When Halloween rolled around, I was down in the dungeons by Snape's class finishing up some
last minute homework when Professor Quirrel ran by. He looked nervous, which was usual for him, but
he was sweating and glancing around him constantly, so I decided to find out what was going on. I walked
quietly behind him.
Suddenly a snake-like voice out of nowhere says, "You're being followed." Quirrel whipped around
and spotted me. I froze. His eyes narrowed at me. "Get rid of her!" The bodiless voice demanded.
I was terrified. Could our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher actually be one of those evil wizards
using the Dark Arts that he warns us against? He couldn't actually kill me could he? I mean, he's a teacher
against the Dark Arts, doesn't that mean he should be on our side?
"I w-want you to - to report t-to your common room immediately." He stuttered.
I sighed in relief, and started to run toward the Slytherin common room. Was I just hearing things?
No, Quirrel heard it too. What was that voice? Who was that voice? A ghost? A teacher under an invisibility
cloak? Why would they want to scare me like... well, I guess it is Halloween. I suppose it was probably
just some stupid Slytherin boy who wanted to scare me. But why would Professor Quirrel go along with it??
It wasn't long before the entire common room was packed with people and filled rumors about a troll
in the dungeon. I was just in the dungeons... there was no troll there. Surely Professor Quirrel would ...
unless he was actually the one who let it in ... but why? If he wanted to scare all the students he certainly
succeeded.
Of course now there are rumors that the great Harry Potter murdered the troll. How the hell could a
first year take on a full grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale? It's impossible. Besides, there was no
troll in the dungeons. I would have smelled it.
The first Quidditch match of the year was today. I sat as far away from everyone else as possible.
It was Slytherin against Gryffindor. I was secretly rooting for Gryffindor. Once Harry almost had the snitch
but Flint blocked him. I hate Slytherins. After that, Harry's broom seemed to be not working right. It was
flipping him all over like a mad bull that wanted to throw its rider off. That Flint probably jinxed it or
something. Grrrr. If I could punch him in the face and not get in trouble for it, he would be so dead. When
Harry finally regained control of the broom, he almost swallowed the snitch. But Gryffindor won, so that
was good.
When Christmas rolled around, I was forced to go home for the holidays. Not that I don't love my
father, my dad is the best. It's my step-mom that I can't stand. Before I knew about magic and Hogwarts
and stuff, I always thought witches were supposed to be ugly with big warts and pointy black hats and
black robes and ride around on brooms and stuff like that. Kirstis, though I hate to admit it, is actually
quite beautiful. She has long, flowing, blonde hair, and the eyes of the sky to match. She never wears
black, and I don't think she even owns a hat, or a broom for that matter. I mean, Dad didn't even know
she was a witch.