Author's Note: This is my first piece of Fan fiction, please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, nor hogwarts itself, they are J.K Rowling's ideas. The only thing that is mine, is the narrator and the plot. oh and the thoughts of the characters we have all grown to love or hate.

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As I Like It
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I am nobody you would know. If you attended Hogwarts between the years of 1996 and 2002, then you might remember me as the girl with the light, almost silver blonde hair; 5 foot 4 inches in height, and quite slim. I was always seen with my satchel, at least one journal, and a few pens or pencils. I am what some would call and outcast, I would prefer to be called an observer. One that observes other people.in their natural habitat or not. Whether than getting into the middle of things and experiencing thrills, I imagine and write down the action as if I had the adventure myself. I was often caught daydreaming in classes and always writing in one of my hundreds of journals. I started reading at the tender age of three, and began my first writings when I was four. Astonishing, yes, impossible, no. When eleven, I was ecstatic when I received my first Hogwarts letter, asking me to come and learn about magic and things about the wizarding world. I come from a long line of wizards and witches. I am related to the Dark Lord. well, not blood related since he was adopted. But, that's always something I enjoy to tell people. Tom was not a bad apple. atleast that's what my elder relatives say. I agree, Tom wasn't.but He-Who-Should-Not-Be- Named was a bad apple. Sorry, getting side-tracked here. I got sorted into Ravenclaw, for those of cleaver and wit. After my first month at the school, I was already drifting into the sea of students. Becoming less and less noticeable, and just becoming something like a prop. Don't feel sorry for me, I quite enjoy it like that. It gives me time to write down my thoughts, and my stories. Along with pretending to be in on the action, I often make up stories about real people I see. If I don't know their name, I research until I find one that matches up with the way they look, and such. I don't like the real world, I like the world inside my head. Where I can be the heroine and I know EVERYTHING about all the citizens in it. I want to share with you some of those 'Lives' as I like to tell them.

A/n: Sorry for it being a short chapter. I thought it'd be best if you met the narrator, before you go and flame me for anything I may say in the next chapters. That is if I continue my story.. PLEASE R/R!!!!!!