A/N: YIPPEE!!! 11 reviews! Special Thanks to all my reviewers!
xLiNex: Oh, yay! I got on to another fave list! Don't worry, I just love long reviews! If everyone could leave a review as long as yours, I would be very happy. I might even work up the time to update more quickly!
Dream Flower-Hmm, well...yeah, you'll have lots of hissy-fits over this...basically cuz I'm not supposed to be on the internet...
HPFanatic1-Did I spell that right? Thanks for adding me to your fave authors list! That makes my day!
To whoever reviewed wondering how a pureblood family can have a muggle daughter, Valletta is a Squib.
And also, Valletta is a name that just popped into my head. I don't know where it came from, it just arrived. And it is a Spanish name (well, sort of) and it is pronounced Vayetta. All of you taking Spanish will know that the double L creates the Y sound. Just a bit of info into Valletta's name mystery
I have decided that I don't want a beta reader. I don't need one because all of you are so great in telling me how I can improve this story. Sorry to everyone who volunteered but that I didn't choose.
AAH! CURSE OF MY MOM PLAYING THE PIANO!
Sorry, carried away...
Chapter 2
'July 16, 1998,
'Dear Diary,
'Today Draco and I went to a Weird Sisters concert. I must say, their music doesn't especially appeal to me, but Draco seems to like it. Boys, in my opinion, can't tell music if it came up and screeched at them. Especially Draco. If you ask me, I would prefer either Mozart, Bach, or maybe even Vivaldi. But not Beethoven; his music sounds like cat's caterwauling. This modern stuff, it is evil. Almost as evil as this 'Lord Barfdownmert,' or whatever.
'Ooops, Lucius is home...I don't like my father. He sees me as a simple muggle. But wait until I finish my Magic Lessons, taught specially for me by my brother. Then I'll kick Lucius's sorry arse!
Valletta'
~**~**~**~**~
"VALLETTA! GET DOWN HERE!" Lucius's voice boomed up the stairs.
Sighing, Valletta put down her diary.
"NOW, YOU BITCH!" Lucius screamed even louder than before.
Walking towards the door, Valletta sighed again.
"Lucius is such a bastard. I wish I had a different father, not one who murdered my mother." She thought as she opened the door, "I don't know how someone like my mum managed to fall in love with HIM. Then he goes and murders her. He's a mother-fucking bastard!"
"What took you so damn long, you bitch?! You need to fucking work on moving faster! You are a sorry excuse for a daughter of mine." He said, removing his wand from his pocket. She knew what he was going to do to her...the Cruciartus curse.
She was almost right. He didn't perform it on her, but on Draco.
"Lucius, what are you doing?" Valletta screamed, even louder than her brother.
"He. Was. There. When. I. Killed. Narcissa." Lucius said. The curse was obviously draining his energy.
Valletta didn't understand why Lucius would be drained after only 2 or 3 minutes of doing the Cruciartus.
When she found out, she let out a scream that was probably heard by the penguins down in Antarctica.
~**~**~**~**~
"POTTER! YOU GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Harry's uncle Vernon Dursley bellowed up the stairs.
"Why?" Harry demanded from up in his room.
"BECAUSE WE NEED YOU TO HELP DUDLEY-DIDDYKINS!" screeched Aunt Petunia's shrill voice.
"What's he done this time, swallow another Puking Pastille? He should know by now that the antidote to that never stays down!" Harry yelled back, sarcastically.
"No...he's fallen down the stairs. And it doesn't look good, Harry." Replied a familiar voice.
"GINNY?! What are you doing here?!" Harry came out of his room and looked over the landing as he said this.
Suddenly Dudley's eyes opened. A look of horror was on his face.
"Same...dream. Who...you?" He said, looking at the little red-headed girl.
"My name is Ginger Weasley, but my friends call me Ginny. I'm here to help you." Ginny replied, smiling slightly.
"PETUNIA! YOU BROUGHT A WEASLEY INTO THE HOUSE?!" boomed Uncle Vernon, his face turning from its normal color to deep crimson in almost a nanosecond.
"Well, Mrs. Figg said that she wouldn't be able to help, but that she knew of someone that could. She told me to call this little girl, and out of the fireplace, too! Mrs. Figg told me...told me that the girl would help, that she...that she could see our Dudley-diddykum's future...his...his future, with a special...special power...power of hers." Aunt Petunia had started sobbing wildly, hands covering her face.
Dudley had gotten up, with a great deal of help from Ginny, and was walking around rather shakily. Ginny watched him, it would seem that she was checking for problems. When Dudley became exhausted from walking and sat back down, Ginny declared that she had finished and walked over to the fireplace. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out some Floo powder, threw it into the fire and stepped in.
"The Burrow!" She called, taking one last glance at the interior of #4 Privet Drive before she was spinning too fast to see anything.
~**~**~**~**~
A/N: AIYEE!!! SOOO SORRY!!!! I'm so super-rotten for not updating sooner!!! I hope I haven't lost anyone by my lack of updating for...oh my god, 5 MONTHS! And I don't even have that good an excuse. Well, OK, so I moved in June, went to camp for 2 weeks in July, spent all of August with my dad, and started school in September. But I'm still so rotten for not updating in May. I don't have any excuse for that.
I just hope you all like this chapter and I will try to get Chapter 3 out soon! I can promise it won't take 5 freakin' months this time!
xLiNex: Oh, yay! I got on to another fave list! Don't worry, I just love long reviews! If everyone could leave a review as long as yours, I would be very happy. I might even work up the time to update more quickly!
Dream Flower-Hmm, well...yeah, you'll have lots of hissy-fits over this...basically cuz I'm not supposed to be on the internet...
HPFanatic1-Did I spell that right? Thanks for adding me to your fave authors list! That makes my day!
To whoever reviewed wondering how a pureblood family can have a muggle daughter, Valletta is a Squib.
And also, Valletta is a name that just popped into my head. I don't know where it came from, it just arrived. And it is a Spanish name (well, sort of) and it is pronounced Vayetta. All of you taking Spanish will know that the double L creates the Y sound. Just a bit of info into Valletta's name mystery
I have decided that I don't want a beta reader. I don't need one because all of you are so great in telling me how I can improve this story. Sorry to everyone who volunteered but that I didn't choose.
AAH! CURSE OF MY MOM PLAYING THE PIANO!
Sorry, carried away...
Chapter 2
'July 16, 1998,
'Dear Diary,
'Today Draco and I went to a Weird Sisters concert. I must say, their music doesn't especially appeal to me, but Draco seems to like it. Boys, in my opinion, can't tell music if it came up and screeched at them. Especially Draco. If you ask me, I would prefer either Mozart, Bach, or maybe even Vivaldi. But not Beethoven; his music sounds like cat's caterwauling. This modern stuff, it is evil. Almost as evil as this 'Lord Barfdownmert,' or whatever.
'Ooops, Lucius is home...I don't like my father. He sees me as a simple muggle. But wait until I finish my Magic Lessons, taught specially for me by my brother. Then I'll kick Lucius's sorry arse!
Valletta'
~**~**~**~**~
"VALLETTA! GET DOWN HERE!" Lucius's voice boomed up the stairs.
Sighing, Valletta put down her diary.
"NOW, YOU BITCH!" Lucius screamed even louder than before.
Walking towards the door, Valletta sighed again.
"Lucius is such a bastard. I wish I had a different father, not one who murdered my mother." She thought as she opened the door, "I don't know how someone like my mum managed to fall in love with HIM. Then he goes and murders her. He's a mother-fucking bastard!"
"What took you so damn long, you bitch?! You need to fucking work on moving faster! You are a sorry excuse for a daughter of mine." He said, removing his wand from his pocket. She knew what he was going to do to her...the Cruciartus curse.
She was almost right. He didn't perform it on her, but on Draco.
"Lucius, what are you doing?" Valletta screamed, even louder than her brother.
"He. Was. There. When. I. Killed. Narcissa." Lucius said. The curse was obviously draining his energy.
Valletta didn't understand why Lucius would be drained after only 2 or 3 minutes of doing the Cruciartus.
When she found out, she let out a scream that was probably heard by the penguins down in Antarctica.
~**~**~**~**~
"POTTER! YOU GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Harry's uncle Vernon Dursley bellowed up the stairs.
"Why?" Harry demanded from up in his room.
"BECAUSE WE NEED YOU TO HELP DUDLEY-DIDDYKINS!" screeched Aunt Petunia's shrill voice.
"What's he done this time, swallow another Puking Pastille? He should know by now that the antidote to that never stays down!" Harry yelled back, sarcastically.
"No...he's fallen down the stairs. And it doesn't look good, Harry." Replied a familiar voice.
"GINNY?! What are you doing here?!" Harry came out of his room and looked over the landing as he said this.
Suddenly Dudley's eyes opened. A look of horror was on his face.
"Same...dream. Who...you?" He said, looking at the little red-headed girl.
"My name is Ginger Weasley, but my friends call me Ginny. I'm here to help you." Ginny replied, smiling slightly.
"PETUNIA! YOU BROUGHT A WEASLEY INTO THE HOUSE?!" boomed Uncle Vernon, his face turning from its normal color to deep crimson in almost a nanosecond.
"Well, Mrs. Figg said that she wouldn't be able to help, but that she knew of someone that could. She told me to call this little girl, and out of the fireplace, too! Mrs. Figg told me...told me that the girl would help, that she...that she could see our Dudley-diddykum's future...his...his future, with a special...special power...power of hers." Aunt Petunia had started sobbing wildly, hands covering her face.
Dudley had gotten up, with a great deal of help from Ginny, and was walking around rather shakily. Ginny watched him, it would seem that she was checking for problems. When Dudley became exhausted from walking and sat back down, Ginny declared that she had finished and walked over to the fireplace. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out some Floo powder, threw it into the fire and stepped in.
"The Burrow!" She called, taking one last glance at the interior of #4 Privet Drive before she was spinning too fast to see anything.
~**~**~**~**~
A/N: AIYEE!!! SOOO SORRY!!!! I'm so super-rotten for not updating sooner!!! I hope I haven't lost anyone by my lack of updating for...oh my god, 5 MONTHS! And I don't even have that good an excuse. Well, OK, so I moved in June, went to camp for 2 weeks in July, spent all of August with my dad, and started school in September. But I'm still so rotten for not updating in May. I don't have any excuse for that.
I just hope you all like this chapter and I will try to get Chapter 3 out soon! I can promise it won't take 5 freakin' months this time!