Chapter Seven: Isolation
(A/N Well, I finally managed to find time to write this chapter! I've been incredibly bogged down with school lately. Sorry about the delay. Hope you like this new chapter. Also just noticed that the previous chapter was labeled as Chapter Five, when it was really Chapter Six. OOPS!)
Draco knew he'd reached summertime after Lucia's third-year. He remembered the summer vividly, for he and his family had journeyed all over the world. It was one of his happiest family memories. Even the inevitable visits to see Dark witches and wizards had been overshadowed by the joy of the holiday. Father actually seemed happy, as did his mother. Draco of course was thrilled. And Lucia.he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember what his sister thought about the trip. He couldn't even remember he being there.
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
I HATE MY FATHER!!! SO, SO MUCH!!!! I cannot believe what he's done! I don't even know how he managed to do it! DAMN HIM!!!
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Ok, ok, I'm under control. Poor diary, you must be very confused. Especially since I haven't written in you since the beginning of summer, and tomorrow is the start of my 4th-year. But there was nothing to tell. Absolutely nothing. Because I spent the entire summer here, at Hogwarts.
Yes, I know it's shocking. And is still have no idea how Father arranged this, or why Dumbledore would agree. But apparently he and Mother and Draco are on some long holiday, and there wasn't a feasible way for them to meet up with me. Yeah, sure Father.
I mean, honestly, how hard would it be? Just apparate here, get me, apparate back. Or create a portkey! But, obviously that didn't happen. And I've been stuck here the entire summer. It's not so horrible, really. If I didn't know what my parents and spoiled-brat brother were doing, I would actually be relieved to avoid them. But a trip around the world!!!
Well, I'll end this before it turns into a rant against my father. Who I hate beyond words.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
People here a sheep. Stupid sheep who can't think for themselves. They just flock around a leader, like Bartleby or myself. And it sickens me to have to lead those fools.
None of them, not one, even noticed that I wasn't on the train. How insulting. They say I'm their friend, but they're only around me for the prestige of following a Malfoy, not to mention one the top students in the school. Also, they're all afraid of me. Well they should be. None of them has close to my talent, or power. As Father always said, my blood is the purest of the pure. Only the Jacobis even compare to a Malfoy.
But I don't even care anymore. It may sound like I do, but I don't. I swear I don't. And, diary, don't even suggest that by saying this I'm trying to convince myself. I'm not. I'm sure I'm not.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
I've been looking over my old entries in this diary. What a fool I was! I mean, all the talk about loving this school and pleasing Father. As if anything I could ever do would be another for him. I still work hard, but now it's for myself. And, now I hate this school.
This has to be the most boring place ever. And the rules. At least at home I had the freedom to go where and when I pleased, within limit of course. But here I have to go to class, eat at specific times, and be in bed at a certain time. I wish I could be free from all this, but I know I have to keep going on.
I'm so bored here though. Even the rumor about my relationship with Snape isn't entertaining anymore. Now everyone's talking about Bartleby, our new prefect, and how to stay on his good side. Well, maybe that's just the Slytherins, not everyone, but who cares about the other houses. They're all even worse than my housemates, who I still consider stupid sheep. I'm spending more time on my own now, happily. It's what I did in first-year, when I was actually happy. And now that my power and status is secure - I'm a shoe-in for prefect next year - I don't need to worry about gathering it. I'll just keep my marks up, and keep those idiots away, and maybe Hogwarts will at least be bearable.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Well, I spoke too soon. Prof. Trelawney apparently thought it would be amusing to randomly pair her students up in Divinations, regardless of what house we were in. Of course such a thing would happen when we have class with Gryffindor. And of course I would end up being paired with the person I loathe most in the world, besides my father, Bill Weasley.
So now I'm stuck working with him on this huge project that will take at very least two-weeks to complete. It involves using many different divination methods, and then checking for accuracy. Which means I can't fake it, apparently. Too bad, making up predictions was one of the few semi-amusing things at this school.
Well, I'm stuck with the Weasel now, so I might as well make the most of it. At least I know he won't get a higher mark then me, not that he ever does. Except in Transfigurations, but I swear McGonagall plays favourites!
Lucia
PS Trelawney got a really strange look in her eyes when she read my name, and then Weasley's. It was really peculiar. If the sorry excuse for a professor had any talent in divining, I would even think perhaps that pairing was dictated by a vision, or something. But that's crazy, isn't it?
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Well, I spent the whole night in the library, with Weasley. It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be, though it was a trying night.
First of all, he was late. I had been waiting for a good fifteen minutes when he finally appeared. Even worse, I had to swallow my insulting remark, because fighting would not be conducive for our project's completion.
I was hoping that we could just work in silence, but apparently Weasley had other ideas. We were both starting in on our astrology charts when he started talking to me about Quidditch. That stupid sport. I could never understand why everyone gets so excited about it. All it is is some stupid people riding on brooms, chasing each other and some stupid balls. Did I mention it's stupid!
Anyways, this year Gryffindor is almost guaranteed to win the Quidditch cup, because of Weasley's brother, Charlie. And apparently this makes that Weasel think he's a big hotshot, as well as an expert on Quidditch. It was all I could do to not hex him when he kept going on, and on, and on.
To top things off, Weasley is apparently incompetent when it comes to making a star-chart. I had to double-check every single thing he did, and make him redo most of it. The final product was a mess that we couldn't possible hand in, so I was forced to insist on doing it all over. Well, Weasley didn't particularly agree with this idea, so now I'm the one who's going to have to make a good copy of his mess.
I can't wait till this project is over.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Somehow I'm going to make it through this year without killing Bill Weasley. I've promised myself that I will stay in control. But he makes it so difficult!
I've never been that strong when it came to tealeaves, but I do well enough to still have the top marks in the class. But Weasley was practically lecturing me on it tonight, after dispensing with his commentary on the latest Gryffindor-Slytherin match, which his house easily won. Even when I told him that I don't watch or care about Quidditch, he would not shut up. And then he turned his attention to my work, and began to pick apart every part of it.
Eventually he made me start over, saying that I had already messed up beyond anything he could remedy. The nerve of him! The arrogance! Thinking that he, a mere Weasley, an insult to purebloods everywhere, could lecture me on anything. But once again I had to swallow my pride, and did what he instructed.
When we had finally finished to his satisfaction, it was well past time to be in bed. So we both were forced to sneak into our dorms. I hear that Filch caught Weasley! Serves him right! I on the other hand used the passage through the Dungeon, thus avoiding any professor besides Snape, who I can always count on to look the other way. Surprisingly I didn't meet him on the way. Maybe it's for the best, because I know that the ridiculous rumor wasn't so amusing to him as it was to me. After all, any truth in such an allegation would result in his immediate sacking, and the odds of him finding any employment afterwards in teaching Potions, let alone the Dark Arts, would be next to impossible. Lucky for him that rumor is completely unfounded.
Anyways, it's late, and I need my sleep if I'm going to survive that last days of working with Weasley.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Well, I have survived another year at this school. It was filled with many trials, not the least of which was working with my sworn-enemy. And now I'm going home. Yes, home.
Apparently Father has decided that at fifteen I'm old enough to stay home by myself, while he and Mother and Draco continue to journey around. I don't mind though, because at least I'll be on my own, and free from the restrictions of Hogwarts. I can live by myself in the library, reading all the time, eating when I want to, sleeping when I want to. Freedom and solitude will be mine, and maybe I'll actually be happy again.
Lucia
*~*~*
Draco could see the beginnings of the Lucia he knew in these pages. The loner, who shunned all company, always wore black, was constantly reading or working, rarely spoke to him or any other family member, and had a darkness that clung about her. This was the sister he had memories of. This was the person Lucia had become.
(A/N Wow, that chapter practically wrote itself. Lucia really has gained a life of her own. Sorry again for the delay, I hope the wait was worth it. I really, really enjoy writing this story. It's one of my favourite things that I've ever written.
And now, as always, thanks to my reviewers:
Opal-star: I'm not sure exactly which earlier review was yours, but thanks for it anyways.
Lady of the Night: I know what you mean. I can really visualize everything. I even drew a picture of Lucia, when she's in 7th-year, which I will put on the Internet eventually, most likely when I finally write that chapter, which is going to be one of the last chapters, and one of the most important.
Guardian of Lost Souls: I know this story keeps getting darker and sadder. I wish it didn't have to, but it does. And about your suspicions, you're on the right track, but not quite there. Then again, I wouldn't tell you what's going to happen anyways. HE HE HE (evil laugh), you'll just have to wait and see.
Darcel: Hope the wait didn't annoy you too much. I was totally busy. Though I do have good news. I got accepted to my first choice university for next year. YEAH!!!
Jeanne: You'll be seeing more of Lucia and how she deals with men soon, I promise. Though you've already seen a lot about Bill, but then again he's still a boy, or at very least a guy (it goes from boy to guy to man in my world, though we can be girls for a long time, and then eventually become women, with no middle ground). I actually don't mind the Hr/D. They actually are responsible for my growing fascination with Draco. Though I admit, some of them are really, REALLY lame. It has to be believable for me to pay any attention to it. My fav one of these stories is "Forbidden Temptations", if anyone cares to read it.
Aurelia: I'm glad you finally reviewed, I was wondering when you would. I even avoided writing this story a bit (this was before I had so much work that I had no time to write it), because you hadn't reviewed yet. Also glad that you like this. And of course I'll keep the chapters coming, hunny!!!)
(A/N Well, I finally managed to find time to write this chapter! I've been incredibly bogged down with school lately. Sorry about the delay. Hope you like this new chapter. Also just noticed that the previous chapter was labeled as Chapter Five, when it was really Chapter Six. OOPS!)
Draco knew he'd reached summertime after Lucia's third-year. He remembered the summer vividly, for he and his family had journeyed all over the world. It was one of his happiest family memories. Even the inevitable visits to see Dark witches and wizards had been overshadowed by the joy of the holiday. Father actually seemed happy, as did his mother. Draco of course was thrilled. And Lucia.he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember what his sister thought about the trip. He couldn't even remember he being there.
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
I HATE MY FATHER!!! SO, SO MUCH!!!! I cannot believe what he's done! I don't even know how he managed to do it! DAMN HIM!!!
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Ok, ok, I'm under control. Poor diary, you must be very confused. Especially since I haven't written in you since the beginning of summer, and tomorrow is the start of my 4th-year. But there was nothing to tell. Absolutely nothing. Because I spent the entire summer here, at Hogwarts.
Yes, I know it's shocking. And is still have no idea how Father arranged this, or why Dumbledore would agree. But apparently he and Mother and Draco are on some long holiday, and there wasn't a feasible way for them to meet up with me. Yeah, sure Father.
I mean, honestly, how hard would it be? Just apparate here, get me, apparate back. Or create a portkey! But, obviously that didn't happen. And I've been stuck here the entire summer. It's not so horrible, really. If I didn't know what my parents and spoiled-brat brother were doing, I would actually be relieved to avoid them. But a trip around the world!!!
Well, I'll end this before it turns into a rant against my father. Who I hate beyond words.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
People here a sheep. Stupid sheep who can't think for themselves. They just flock around a leader, like Bartleby or myself. And it sickens me to have to lead those fools.
None of them, not one, even noticed that I wasn't on the train. How insulting. They say I'm their friend, but they're only around me for the prestige of following a Malfoy, not to mention one the top students in the school. Also, they're all afraid of me. Well they should be. None of them has close to my talent, or power. As Father always said, my blood is the purest of the pure. Only the Jacobis even compare to a Malfoy.
But I don't even care anymore. It may sound like I do, but I don't. I swear I don't. And, diary, don't even suggest that by saying this I'm trying to convince myself. I'm not. I'm sure I'm not.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
I've been looking over my old entries in this diary. What a fool I was! I mean, all the talk about loving this school and pleasing Father. As if anything I could ever do would be another for him. I still work hard, but now it's for myself. And, now I hate this school.
This has to be the most boring place ever. And the rules. At least at home I had the freedom to go where and when I pleased, within limit of course. But here I have to go to class, eat at specific times, and be in bed at a certain time. I wish I could be free from all this, but I know I have to keep going on.
I'm so bored here though. Even the rumor about my relationship with Snape isn't entertaining anymore. Now everyone's talking about Bartleby, our new prefect, and how to stay on his good side. Well, maybe that's just the Slytherins, not everyone, but who cares about the other houses. They're all even worse than my housemates, who I still consider stupid sheep. I'm spending more time on my own now, happily. It's what I did in first-year, when I was actually happy. And now that my power and status is secure - I'm a shoe-in for prefect next year - I don't need to worry about gathering it. I'll just keep my marks up, and keep those idiots away, and maybe Hogwarts will at least be bearable.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Well, I spoke too soon. Prof. Trelawney apparently thought it would be amusing to randomly pair her students up in Divinations, regardless of what house we were in. Of course such a thing would happen when we have class with Gryffindor. And of course I would end up being paired with the person I loathe most in the world, besides my father, Bill Weasley.
So now I'm stuck working with him on this huge project that will take at very least two-weeks to complete. It involves using many different divination methods, and then checking for accuracy. Which means I can't fake it, apparently. Too bad, making up predictions was one of the few semi-amusing things at this school.
Well, I'm stuck with the Weasel now, so I might as well make the most of it. At least I know he won't get a higher mark then me, not that he ever does. Except in Transfigurations, but I swear McGonagall plays favourites!
Lucia
PS Trelawney got a really strange look in her eyes when she read my name, and then Weasley's. It was really peculiar. If the sorry excuse for a professor had any talent in divining, I would even think perhaps that pairing was dictated by a vision, or something. But that's crazy, isn't it?
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Well, I spent the whole night in the library, with Weasley. It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be, though it was a trying night.
First of all, he was late. I had been waiting for a good fifteen minutes when he finally appeared. Even worse, I had to swallow my insulting remark, because fighting would not be conducive for our project's completion.
I was hoping that we could just work in silence, but apparently Weasley had other ideas. We were both starting in on our astrology charts when he started talking to me about Quidditch. That stupid sport. I could never understand why everyone gets so excited about it. All it is is some stupid people riding on brooms, chasing each other and some stupid balls. Did I mention it's stupid!
Anyways, this year Gryffindor is almost guaranteed to win the Quidditch cup, because of Weasley's brother, Charlie. And apparently this makes that Weasel think he's a big hotshot, as well as an expert on Quidditch. It was all I could do to not hex him when he kept going on, and on, and on.
To top things off, Weasley is apparently incompetent when it comes to making a star-chart. I had to double-check every single thing he did, and make him redo most of it. The final product was a mess that we couldn't possible hand in, so I was forced to insist on doing it all over. Well, Weasley didn't particularly agree with this idea, so now I'm the one who's going to have to make a good copy of his mess.
I can't wait till this project is over.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Somehow I'm going to make it through this year without killing Bill Weasley. I've promised myself that I will stay in control. But he makes it so difficult!
I've never been that strong when it came to tealeaves, but I do well enough to still have the top marks in the class. But Weasley was practically lecturing me on it tonight, after dispensing with his commentary on the latest Gryffindor-Slytherin match, which his house easily won. Even when I told him that I don't watch or care about Quidditch, he would not shut up. And then he turned his attention to my work, and began to pick apart every part of it.
Eventually he made me start over, saying that I had already messed up beyond anything he could remedy. The nerve of him! The arrogance! Thinking that he, a mere Weasley, an insult to purebloods everywhere, could lecture me on anything. But once again I had to swallow my pride, and did what he instructed.
When we had finally finished to his satisfaction, it was well past time to be in bed. So we both were forced to sneak into our dorms. I hear that Filch caught Weasley! Serves him right! I on the other hand used the passage through the Dungeon, thus avoiding any professor besides Snape, who I can always count on to look the other way. Surprisingly I didn't meet him on the way. Maybe it's for the best, because I know that the ridiculous rumor wasn't so amusing to him as it was to me. After all, any truth in such an allegation would result in his immediate sacking, and the odds of him finding any employment afterwards in teaching Potions, let alone the Dark Arts, would be next to impossible. Lucky for him that rumor is completely unfounded.
Anyways, it's late, and I need my sleep if I'm going to survive that last days of working with Weasley.
Lucia
*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Well, I have survived another year at this school. It was filled with many trials, not the least of which was working with my sworn-enemy. And now I'm going home. Yes, home.
Apparently Father has decided that at fifteen I'm old enough to stay home by myself, while he and Mother and Draco continue to journey around. I don't mind though, because at least I'll be on my own, and free from the restrictions of Hogwarts. I can live by myself in the library, reading all the time, eating when I want to, sleeping when I want to. Freedom and solitude will be mine, and maybe I'll actually be happy again.
Lucia
*~*~*
Draco could see the beginnings of the Lucia he knew in these pages. The loner, who shunned all company, always wore black, was constantly reading or working, rarely spoke to him or any other family member, and had a darkness that clung about her. This was the sister he had memories of. This was the person Lucia had become.
(A/N Wow, that chapter practically wrote itself. Lucia really has gained a life of her own. Sorry again for the delay, I hope the wait was worth it. I really, really enjoy writing this story. It's one of my favourite things that I've ever written.
And now, as always, thanks to my reviewers:
Opal-star: I'm not sure exactly which earlier review was yours, but thanks for it anyways.
Lady of the Night: I know what you mean. I can really visualize everything. I even drew a picture of Lucia, when she's in 7th-year, which I will put on the Internet eventually, most likely when I finally write that chapter, which is going to be one of the last chapters, and one of the most important.
Guardian of Lost Souls: I know this story keeps getting darker and sadder. I wish it didn't have to, but it does. And about your suspicions, you're on the right track, but not quite there. Then again, I wouldn't tell you what's going to happen anyways. HE HE HE (evil laugh), you'll just have to wait and see.
Darcel: Hope the wait didn't annoy you too much. I was totally busy. Though I do have good news. I got accepted to my first choice university for next year. YEAH!!!
Jeanne: You'll be seeing more of Lucia and how she deals with men soon, I promise. Though you've already seen a lot about Bill, but then again he's still a boy, or at very least a guy (it goes from boy to guy to man in my world, though we can be girls for a long time, and then eventually become women, with no middle ground). I actually don't mind the Hr/D. They actually are responsible for my growing fascination with Draco. Though I admit, some of them are really, REALLY lame. It has to be believable for me to pay any attention to it. My fav one of these stories is "Forbidden Temptations", if anyone cares to read it.
Aurelia: I'm glad you finally reviewed, I was wondering when you would. I even avoided writing this story a bit (this was before I had so much work that I had no time to write it), because you hadn't reviewed yet. Also glad that you like this. And of course I'll keep the chapters coming, hunny!!!)
