So, one of the real reasons I haven't updated in a long time (before) is because of this chapter. I made THREE of them. THREE FREAKING REVISIONS! Because I didn't like it, and finally, I ended up adding a little twist to the plot that I totally did not see coming.
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For someone who had just been told that Death Eaters are coming to Hogwarts to get me, Catrin was surprisingly calm.
"That's not good," she said.
"NOT GOOD?" I shouted, remembering to keep my voice in check at the last moment. "That's extremely bad! That means I have to hide!"
"Do you think they know your name?"
"Yes!" Then I thought a little bit. "Erm...no."
"Then you have your answer," Catrin said calmly. "They might be coming to Hogwarts to get you, but it's going to be a mite bit hard for them. You know, many people, and they're searching for one out of what, a thousand students!"
"What if they do know my name?" I asked carefully.
When I was little, my name used to be Durgenfour. DUR-gen-FOUL-er. I know, silly name right? Then my great-aunt changed it to DeVillers. I always thought that it was because our name sounded like FOUL, but maybe, just maybe, she was doing it because she thought that Voldy might come.
Smart, great-aunt.
Next thing I knew, Catrin was pressing a book into my hands and said, "Read this. Maybe it'll help you."
I looked at the cover. But it was just blank. "What is this?" I asked.
"It's a diary that I found at school." A hot blush started at Catrin's cheeks and ended at the roots of her pale hair. "I don't know who it belongs to, but I think that you'll like it." With that, she breezed out of the room and I heard Molly saying to her, "Dear, won't you play on the piano a bit?" Catrin seemed to protest a bit, but in the end, lovely strains of music started, wafting in the air.
I opened the book.
The handwriting was neat, with some sloppy areas. The first entry started like this:
Dear Diary,
It's the year of _ here. June 5th.
I don't know why I'm writing in you. It's a silly thing to do, I know. But I have to write in SOMETHING. I mean, my life is a hellhole right now. An absolute, crap hellhole.
So.
The boy I love will never be mine.
The girl who he loves is my sister.
And my sister loves him back.
Double crap.
So, I guess that this is it.
I'll write tomorrow.
For a diary, it seemed to know trouble indeed.
Yeah. the _ part is because I was like, "Urmmm... what year do I put?"
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