A/N: We got one review! Yay? Where are all the excited people? *sigh* (sarcasm) Well, here's the next chapter. It will pick up people, trust us. Yes, and we changed the font. It looks more like handwriting and is easier to read.
Disclaimer: I'm sure you all read about some of these names and places and junk in the books. Well, hate to burst your bubble, but we were probably around eight when the first one was written, and therefore cannot have written the books. I bet you all know where this is headed.
September 2, First Year
In Hogwarts: A History, I read some interesting statistics. One in every six students is muggleborn and one in every four students is Slytherin. Now, how is it, that I would be the only one who is both a muggleborn and a Slytherin.
I found out this at the Feast last night. Colin was sent to the Gryffindor table, and I the Slytherin. I sat next to a tall, blonde, boy who was one or two years older. He was talking to two very tall, very fat, very stupid looking boys. I believe that the conversation went as followed.
"More mudbloods this year. It seems every year we get more and more," said the blonde.
"Yeah," said (grunted is more accurate) the one on his left.
"I deem that it is the rate of wizards and witches marrying muggles that resulted in this ascending quantity of muggle-borns. Their ancestors' magical genes have caught up with them,, " said the one on his right..
"Whatever, Greg. I just don't like to see our school invested by these slimy worms. My father will not like this a bit." The blonde one concluded.
It was in this instant that I realized two things. One was that I could no longer judge people by appearances only, as I had completely misjudged this "Greg." And two, I was now a boy, with a new identity.
I would no longer be Jerry Pritchard, son of a grocer. But Jeremy Pritchard, son of a apothecary owner.
The first thing that I did after lunch on the first day of classes was to talk to Colin, again, I will give a little thought to what actually was said.
"Colin," I began.
"Jerry! Look at all these pictures I developed. They're of Harry Potter! Can you believe it?"
Or course I had heard of Harry Potter by then. The blonde, who I learned was Draco Malfoy, hated him. "It's Jeremy. That's nice. Listen, we need to talk."
"About what?" His face never lost it's eagerness, one of the qualities I had once found do appealing about him. Now everything about him aggravated me.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore. From this moment on, I am not your friend. In fact, we have never met." I left then.
I had decided that I would model a Slytherin from everything I did. I chose Draco Malfoy, for he was so well known,.
I researched some of the history of Slytherin. I am pleased to tell you that I belong to a group of ambitious people. I will be great someday. And I have no need for this stupid diary to get there. I will no longer be writing in this silly book.
Most likely, I will burn it, as I have the rest of my past… Now it was time to think about the future. And only the future.
A/N: Heh, Crabbe is smart. I bet you all didn't see that coming. Jeremy is one angry little boy! Does this story qualify as angst? Tell us because we're not really sure where to put it.