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Chapter 2: The Day Never Forgotten
7/22/03Everyday in school I would think of this and how my life has gone. Everyone around me was scared. My friends and me knew that there was going to be another war. The ministry of magic ignored it. They didn't want to believe it. We all knew that was because they knew they could not handle it. The new defense against the dark arts teacher was a member of the ministry of magic herself. Delores Umbridge. She was evil. Harry had a major outburst the first day and got himself into detention for a whole week. She was evil. One day she took it too far. We read from some DADA book everyday. I found it very boring. I learned nothing from this type of learning. I learn from doing. That is why I am so good at potions. We were reading about freedom fighters. It put us in a bad light. We were "barbarians that did not know how to stop killing." There was even a fucking poorly drawn picture of a freedom fighter ripping a wizard apart. I was so appalled at this that I slammed the book closed very hard. Everyone looked up at me. Harry, Ron and Hermione gave me sad looks. They knew how upset I must be. "Umbitch", as I called her, did not look happy. She sat up and walked to me desk. She wasn't very tall so it wasn't her size that scared me. It was her corrupt government nature. "Why did you close the textbook Miss. Carlucci?" She asked me politely. "I do not read self-absorbed lies! I do not give in to the corrupt natures of government officials. I do not give into the fears of anyone. Whoever wrote this book has done all of that. She knows nothing of my mother's side of my family. I grew up a freedom fighter. I am not tearing apart wizards. I have never met a freedom fighter that has. I believe that this picture is a representation of a Scorpion. They are the only kind of people that would do this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
My outburst had caused everyone to stare at me with fear. I was on top of the desk shouting. Now I found my transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor house Professor McGonagall staring at me. There were Slytherins staring at me and laughing. I stepped down. "Lo siento!" I then walked away to potions with a week's detention.
I had never burst out like that. I was the quiet one of the bunch and hardly ever talked. That was my claim to fame here. Now I was the opposite. My outburst caused many snide comets by onlookers. I did what Umbitch wanted. People seemed scared of me. Then I was standing outside of potions when the Slytherins started their assault. "You better not get Carlucci mad or she will rip you apart." Then they started saying: "Carlucci, Carlucci you better not say it or she will rip it!" A better Gryffindor would of held it. My mother's Slytherin instinct came in and took over. Something came over me. Something that only a truly dark and terrible wizard would feel. It was rage, hatred. I wanted to kill. I wanted to use my freedom fighter power. But mine had taken long to come into full effect. No one knew what it truly was. All I knew was that I wanted to kill. Something made my fingers warm. It was increasing and increasing. Then it released. Sparks of lightening came from my fingers. It hit the Slytherins. I found it very funny. I laughed as they suffered. "Yes! Yes! You little fuckers! Cry! Suffer! Feel the pain that you caused me!" I faintly heard someone scream for me to stop and someone roughly shake me. The lightening stopped and I just stared at the scene. There were all of the Slytherins on the ground not moving. Harry, Ron and Hermione were staring at me fearful. There was Professor Snape staring at me with a grim face. He was still holding my robes. "You are coming with me! Now!" He was grabbing my robes so tight that he was pretty much dragging me. I was still bewildered at what happened. Then we stood at some Griffin. Snape said "chocolate strudels" and the Griffin moved to some stares and Snape was now holding me. This was so bizarre. He was holding me like some father would do to his child. I even thought that there were tears falling from his face.
At the top was a very interesting room. It had so many interesting things. I found that none of the cool things were that interesting about what I had just did. Snape disposed me on a chair. "Do not do anything you will regret later." Then he went up some more stairs and I was left there to think about what just happened.
7/22/03Everyday in school I would think of this and how my life has gone. Everyone around me was scared. My friends and me knew that there was going to be another war. The ministry of magic ignored it. They didn't want to believe it. We all knew that was because they knew they could not handle it. The new defense against the dark arts teacher was a member of the ministry of magic herself. Delores Umbridge. She was evil. Harry had a major outburst the first day and got himself into detention for a whole week. She was evil. One day she took it too far. We read from some DADA book everyday. I found it very boring. I learned nothing from this type of learning. I learn from doing. That is why I am so good at potions. We were reading about freedom fighters. It put us in a bad light. We were "barbarians that did not know how to stop killing." There was even a fucking poorly drawn picture of a freedom fighter ripping a wizard apart. I was so appalled at this that I slammed the book closed very hard. Everyone looked up at me. Harry, Ron and Hermione gave me sad looks. They knew how upset I must be. "Umbitch", as I called her, did not look happy. She sat up and walked to me desk. She wasn't very tall so it wasn't her size that scared me. It was her corrupt government nature. "Why did you close the textbook Miss. Carlucci?" She asked me politely. "I do not read self-absorbed lies! I do not give in to the corrupt natures of government officials. I do not give into the fears of anyone. Whoever wrote this book has done all of that. She knows nothing of my mother's side of my family. I grew up a freedom fighter. I am not tearing apart wizards. I have never met a freedom fighter that has. I believe that this picture is a representation of a Scorpion. They are the only kind of people that would do this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
My outburst had caused everyone to stare at me with fear. I was on top of the desk shouting. Now I found my transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor house Professor McGonagall staring at me. There were Slytherins staring at me and laughing. I stepped down. "Lo siento!" I then walked away to potions with a week's detention.
I had never burst out like that. I was the quiet one of the bunch and hardly ever talked. That was my claim to fame here. Now I was the opposite. My outburst caused many snide comets by onlookers. I did what Umbitch wanted. People seemed scared of me. Then I was standing outside of potions when the Slytherins started their assault. "You better not get Carlucci mad or she will rip you apart." Then they started saying: "Carlucci, Carlucci you better not say it or she will rip it!" A better Gryffindor would of held it. My mother's Slytherin instinct came in and took over. Something came over me. Something that only a truly dark and terrible wizard would feel. It was rage, hatred. I wanted to kill. I wanted to use my freedom fighter power. But mine had taken long to come into full effect. No one knew what it truly was. All I knew was that I wanted to kill. Something made my fingers warm. It was increasing and increasing. Then it released. Sparks of lightening came from my fingers. It hit the Slytherins. I found it very funny. I laughed as they suffered. "Yes! Yes! You little fuckers! Cry! Suffer! Feel the pain that you caused me!" I faintly heard someone scream for me to stop and someone roughly shake me. The lightening stopped and I just stared at the scene. There were all of the Slytherins on the ground not moving. Harry, Ron and Hermione were staring at me fearful. There was Professor Snape staring at me with a grim face. He was still holding my robes. "You are coming with me! Now!" He was grabbing my robes so tight that he was pretty much dragging me. I was still bewildered at what happened. Then we stood at some Griffin. Snape said "chocolate strudels" and the Griffin moved to some stares and Snape was now holding me. This was so bizarre. He was holding me like some father would do to his child. I even thought that there were tears falling from his face.
At the top was a very interesting room. It had so many interesting things. I found that none of the cool things were that interesting about what I had just did. Snape disposed me on a chair. "Do not do anything you will regret later." Then he went up some more stairs and I was left there to think about what just happened.