"Gianna-the-not-a-squib-anymore"
October 31,
Dear Dairy,
Today as I lay on my bed watching the rain pound against the glass and flow down my small dirt street in a little river forming a lake of a puddle in front of my house, I overheard my parents talking. They were worried about something.
I didn't really pay much attention. I had to go next door in an hour or so to bring groceries to our neighbor the Potters. they were in hiding from you-know-who and had asked me to bring them their food once a
week. I was waiting for my sister to get back with the food.
I loved the Potters. They have a little boy named Harry who is just adorable. He has messy hair just like his father. He has his mother's eyes though. They are a very handsome family.
Guess what! mom said that Dumbledor heard about me and that thing I did with my hands were all that light came out f them. He said I might not be a squib! Wouldn't that be great? He said that I might be some
other kind of magical person and that's why I didn't show up on the Hogwarts list. I might be what muggles call a gypsy. According to muggles, gypsies are weird traveling people that read palms but Dumbledor says that they are really a kind of wandless witch or wizard who has a very good inner eye. This is so very cool! I'm not a squib! Yeah! Oh! Adelaide is home! I have to go. I write more when I come back!
love,
Gianna-the-not-a-squib-anymore!
*****
A woman closed the diary she'd been reading. "Gianna-the-not-a-squib-anymore" was dead! She been killed by you-know-who as she crossed the street to take groceries to the Potters. Her long brown curls lay around her face as if she were only sleeping. She never even heard him coming. he'd killed the Potters and then moved n to kill their son but he couldn't. It was so strange.
But the woman had asked herself so many times over the past few years why he'd gone after her little girl. Well, maybe not so little. She was a bout to turn 15... And on the very day she'd found out that she was not a squib too! Her older sister, Adelaide who was really a squib, had been so distressed over it all that she ended up going mad and had died in St. Mugo's last year.
Gianna's mother had heard about what had happened last year at the Triwizard competition. The two of them were the only ones who knew what would have come out of the wand next...
"Gianna-the-not-a-squib-anymore"
a/n: Gianna and her family belong to me and everyone else belongs to JKR. I thought that this would be an original take on the night the Potters died. I f you like it, Tell me. Please! You have no idea how much reviews mean to me! REVIEW! pleases?
October 31,
Dear Dairy,
Today as I lay on my bed watching the rain pound against the glass and flow down my small dirt street in a little river forming a lake of a puddle in front of my house, I overheard my parents talking. They were worried about something.
I didn't really pay much attention. I had to go next door in an hour or so to bring groceries to our neighbor the Potters. they were in hiding from you-know-who and had asked me to bring them their food once a
week. I was waiting for my sister to get back with the food.
I loved the Potters. They have a little boy named Harry who is just adorable. He has messy hair just like his father. He has his mother's eyes though. They are a very handsome family.
Guess what! mom said that Dumbledor heard about me and that thing I did with my hands were all that light came out f them. He said I might not be a squib! Wouldn't that be great? He said that I might be some
other kind of magical person and that's why I didn't show up on the Hogwarts list. I might be what muggles call a gypsy. According to muggles, gypsies are weird traveling people that read palms but Dumbledor says that they are really a kind of wandless witch or wizard who has a very good inner eye. This is so very cool! I'm not a squib! Yeah! Oh! Adelaide is home! I have to go. I write more when I come back!
love,
Gianna-the-not-a-squib-anymore!
*****
A woman closed the diary she'd been reading. "Gianna-the-not-a-squib-anymore" was dead! She been killed by you-know-who as she crossed the street to take groceries to the Potters. Her long brown curls lay around her face as if she were only sleeping. She never even heard him coming. he'd killed the Potters and then moved n to kill their son but he couldn't. It was so strange.
But the woman had asked herself so many times over the past few years why he'd gone after her little girl. Well, maybe not so little. She was a bout to turn 15... And on the very day she'd found out that she was not a squib too! Her older sister, Adelaide who was really a squib, had been so distressed over it all that she ended up going mad and had died in St. Mugo's last year.
Gianna's mother had heard about what had happened last year at the Triwizard competition. The two of them were the only ones who knew what would have come out of the wand next...
"Gianna-the-not-a-squib-anymore"
a/n: Gianna and her family belong to me and everyone else belongs to JKR. I thought that this would be an original take on the night the Potters died. I f you like it, Tell me. Please! You have no idea how much reviews mean to me! REVIEW! pleases?