A/n: Written for the Writing Scripts Boot Camp prompt #45 (jam), the Holiday Spirit: Christmas Boot Camp prompt #3 (bells) and the 1991 Challenge prompt #28 and 20 (Pansy Parkinson and coffee).

When you open this book, be prepared to follow the rules

Read the stories of your past and fellow students, but don't spread rumors

Write your own story, a drabble or tale

Be wary that others will read this well

You cannot just read and not share

Lest bad luck follow you everywhere

And when your tale is through, this journal will disappear

And you shall see it again no where

"Now promise that you will keep the tales in here a secret by signing your name. And if we think you're lying, this book will be gone before you can ever read the tales"

The story of Nymphadora Tonks

October 1, 1991~

So here is my last year at Hogwarts. I've been here a long time, hanging around waiting until I could leave, be useful and join the Order and do something with my life. I feel like so far I haven't done much.

Harry Potter is now at Hogwarts. That means that war is brewing. He brings with him a slew of new first years, and I must say this bunch is rather outstanding in many cases. Aside from a few rather annoying student, like my distant cousin Draco Malfoy, I must say that I think this is one of the better bunches of first years Hogwarts has had in a while.

Well, for the most part. Some of them I still am not too sure about.

Take this girl Pansy Parkinson. As a prefect, I get to patrol the halls. That girl just thinks she can wander around wherever she wants to, at any time during the night. She needs to remember that there is a curfew for students, first years especially. She'll be a trouble maker in her later years, I'm sure of it.

But Parkinson is the least of my worries. Other than an adoration for coffee that girl is harmless. What I'm worried about, is the real world.

Joining up with the Order is something I absolutely have to do, but even more than that I have my Auror tryouts soon. If I cannot pass the winter pre-entry exam then there's no hope for me. I've been stressing about this since semester began. What if I don't pass?

If I don't pass I'll wait until summer and try again. It's something I simply must do. I can't accept denial. I have to join. I have to start making a difference.

So I'm a little determined, so what? At least I have a goal. I want to help stop the uprising of an old evil. Yes, I've heard tales that Voldemort will return sometime, and I'm sure his return will be less than peachy. I am not looking forward to that possibility, but I am going to be prepared.

I want to fight whatever is coming in the next several years. I want to be up there making a difference and standing up for what I believe in. Other than some rogue madmen, Britain is in pretty good condition right now. I would hate for something to mess it up.

The bells are ringing- I think I'm late for class. That won't be good for when I try out to be an Auror. I better go. I have plenty of homework to jam in tonight before sleep. Why do I let myself fall behind at a time like this?

Hopefully no one ever reads this entry and thinks back to my life, wondering what it was like to be free. Mark my words, I would rather die than see a madman like Voldemort take over Britain, killing innocent people. I'll do my best to help keep that from happening.

~Nymphadora Tonks