Title: The wrong hands?
Chapter: 1
Written on: 7th December 2002
Disclaimers: J.K.Rowling owns half of it, if not all.
(A/N: this is a little different from the one i did 1/2 days ago (depends where in the world you are) because i mucked up the date of the duel (it was the 3rd week of december not anywhere before november) so i sorted them out and some spellings and stuff)
(A/N: different innit? i got the idea while i was in the bath, not sure how but its a good one!)
'Hey Potter! Watch where you're going!' Draco Malfoy snarled, he was so pale he looked like a dead man walking. He wasn't quite a man, he was only in his 5th year. His silvery blonde hair was in the same style as it had been for five years, it was stuck flat to his head with masses of gel. Harry Potter carried on running. The truth was Harry really was in a hurry but he had seen Malfoy and couldn't resist purposely running straight into him on his way past. The pale boy was meant to fall further, 'but you cant have everything' Harry thought as he ran to the common room, he was meant to meet Ron quarter of an hour ago.
Draco bent down and picked up a blue leather bound book. The cover read 'Property of H.J.Potter. DO NOT READ!' Draco pocketed it, 'this could be used against Mr H.J.Potter.' Draco thought, 'i'll never pass the chance!' He smirked inwardly at his newly found treasure and slipped it into his bag and made his way up to the Slytherin common room and straight to his four poster bed in the 5th year boys' dormitory. He shut the curtains around the bed tightly and took out the book and muttered, 'the forbidden fruit is always sweeter!' He read through the first page and realised it was Harry Potter's diary that he had stumbled across, 'SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS! I'VE GOT THE JACKPOT!' He almost shouted it aloud but stopped himself just in time.
23rd July 1997
Hello. I've finally decided to get a diary. To write things in, like what's happening. It's because i don't know anyone human to tell these things and i figured this was the next best thing. It's the summer holidays, school finished yesterday. I'd rather be in school than here. I HATE SUMMER HOLIDAYS!!! My aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley treat me worse every day. They hate me and I HATE THEM! I don't want to go to that stupid school with my stupid uniform. It's so unfair. I HATE IT ALL! They hardly feed me, they work me to death, they hit me, they lock me in the cupboard under the stairs, soon they'll find some way of killing me, I know they'd love to!
Harry.
Draco flicked through a few pages, hoping for something of a little more interest. He didn't care that Harry Potter was a victim of severe child abuse, he didn't care that he hated almost everything, he just wanted to find out some good gossip no matter if it destroys Harry Potter or not.
1st August 1997
I was in Diagon Alley today, i know so little about the wizarding world! There was this boy today in the robes shop, he kept asking questions and i didn't know what to say. I felt so stupid. What if I go to Hogwarts and don't know a thing? What if i get bullied in this school too? What if? HA! I WILL get bullied i always do. It's a known fact that Harry Potter has a sign that all but he can see, it says 'I'm a prat, bully me.' I can't do this wizard thing, I'll fail like i always do. Just one month left with the Dursleys. Will i survive?
Harry.
'Awww! Diddums!' Draco sniggered and kept reading, skipping pages here and there.
1st September 1997
I'm finally here! Food rooms & stuff is excellent! I've already got someone to hate me. I can't believe how stupid i act sometimes!It's unbelieveable! That boy from the robes shop, Draco Malfoy, he didn't say anything wrong to me at all. But he called Ron, my new friend, some really horrible names, the Draco said 'You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.' And I said 'I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.' I think i might appollogise tomorrow if i can, maybe he'll reconsider hating me.
Harry
'Oh my... But I thought... He wanted to be my friend? He was going to say sorry? Maybe that's why I saw him coming towards me the day after, the day I called him all those names. I'M SO STUPID! He wanted to be my friend, i asked him and he threw it back in my face. He regretted it?' Draco thought guiltily, 'I know! I'll look for the 2nd year duel!' He searched frantically but where it should've been he found the stubs of ripped out pages. On the next page it said:
22nd December 1998
I've taken out the previous pages i wrote yesterday about the duel and I've burnt them, just incase someone like Voldemort [Draco flinched] gets hold of it, he would know my weaknesses and other things, he could use it against me. The whole school's avoiding me and treating me like... well, they actually just act as if I'm not here. Why me? Why does everything happen to me? I wish I was normal and not 'Famous Harry Potter with his stupid scar.' That's what Malfoy's taken to calling me. Ron reckons Malfoy's just jealous. Jealous of what? A muggle family that abuse me constantly, make me their personal slave for the summer, underfeed me and turn my room into a prison? He'd be an odd one if he did!
Harry.
'I didn't know things were THAT bad! I'm not sure I want to read on, it's too depressing, it's the worst guilt trip i've descovered EVER!' Draco thought. he put the diary under his pillow and went to sleep.
(A/N: There'll be more if i get... i'll say 10 reviews. I'll write a new chapter for every 10. hope you liked it :o) it took me ages)
(A/N: this is a little different from the one i did 1/2 days ago (depends where in the world you are) because i mucked up the date of the duel (it was the 3rd week of december not anywhere before november) so i sorted them out and some spellings and stuff)
(A/N: different innit? i got the idea while i was in the bath, not sure how but its a good one!)
'Hey Potter! Watch where you're going!' Draco Malfoy snarled, he was so pale he looked like a dead man walking. He wasn't quite a man, he was only in his 5th year. His silvery blonde hair was in the same style as it had been for five years, it was stuck flat to his head with masses of gel. Harry Potter carried on running. The truth was Harry really was in a hurry but he had seen Malfoy and couldn't resist purposely running straight into him on his way past. The pale boy was meant to fall further, 'but you cant have everything' Harry thought as he ran to the common room, he was meant to meet Ron quarter of an hour ago.
Draco bent down and picked up a blue leather bound book. The cover read 'Property of H.J.Potter. DO NOT READ!' Draco pocketed it, 'this could be used against Mr H.J.Potter.' Draco thought, 'i'll never pass the chance!' He smirked inwardly at his newly found treasure and slipped it into his bag and made his way up to the Slytherin common room and straight to his four poster bed in the 5th year boys' dormitory. He shut the curtains around the bed tightly and took out the book and muttered, 'the forbidden fruit is always sweeter!' He read through the first page and realised it was Harry Potter's diary that he had stumbled across, 'SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS! I'VE GOT THE JACKPOT!' He almost shouted it aloud but stopped himself just in time.
23rd July 1997
Hello. I've finally decided to get a diary. To write things in, like what's happening. It's because i don't know anyone human to tell these things and i figured this was the next best thing. It's the summer holidays, school finished yesterday. I'd rather be in school than here. I HATE SUMMER HOLIDAYS!!! My aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley treat me worse every day. They hate me and I HATE THEM! I don't want to go to that stupid school with my stupid uniform. It's so unfair. I HATE IT ALL! They hardly feed me, they work me to death, they hit me, they lock me in the cupboard under the stairs, soon they'll find some way of killing me, I know they'd love to!
Harry.
Draco flicked through a few pages, hoping for something of a little more interest. He didn't care that Harry Potter was a victim of severe child abuse, he didn't care that he hated almost everything, he just wanted to find out some good gossip no matter if it destroys Harry Potter or not.
1st August 1997
I was in Diagon Alley today, i know so little about the wizarding world! There was this boy today in the robes shop, he kept asking questions and i didn't know what to say. I felt so stupid. What if I go to Hogwarts and don't know a thing? What if i get bullied in this school too? What if? HA! I WILL get bullied i always do. It's a known fact that Harry Potter has a sign that all but he can see, it says 'I'm a prat, bully me.' I can't do this wizard thing, I'll fail like i always do. Just one month left with the Dursleys. Will i survive?
Harry.
'Awww! Diddums!' Draco sniggered and kept reading, skipping pages here and there.
1st September 1997
I'm finally here! Food rooms & stuff is excellent! I've already got someone to hate me. I can't believe how stupid i act sometimes!It's unbelieveable! That boy from the robes shop, Draco Malfoy, he didn't say anything wrong to me at all. But he called Ron, my new friend, some really horrible names, the Draco said 'You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.' And I said 'I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.' I think i might appollogise tomorrow if i can, maybe he'll reconsider hating me.
Harry
'Oh my... But I thought... He wanted to be my friend? He was going to say sorry? Maybe that's why I saw him coming towards me the day after, the day I called him all those names. I'M SO STUPID! He wanted to be my friend, i asked him and he threw it back in my face. He regretted it?' Draco thought guiltily, 'I know! I'll look for the 2nd year duel!' He searched frantically but where it should've been he found the stubs of ripped out pages. On the next page it said:
22nd December 1998
I've taken out the previous pages i wrote yesterday about the duel and I've burnt them, just incase someone like Voldemort [Draco flinched] gets hold of it, he would know my weaknesses and other things, he could use it against me. The whole school's avoiding me and treating me like... well, they actually just act as if I'm not here. Why me? Why does everything happen to me? I wish I was normal and not 'Famous Harry Potter with his stupid scar.' That's what Malfoy's taken to calling me. Ron reckons Malfoy's just jealous. Jealous of what? A muggle family that abuse me constantly, make me their personal slave for the summer, underfeed me and turn my room into a prison? He'd be an odd one if he did!
Harry.
'I didn't know things were THAT bad! I'm not sure I want to read on, it's too depressing, it's the worst guilt trip i've descovered EVER!' Draco thought. he put the diary under his pillow and went to sleep.
(A/N: There'll be more if i get... i'll say 10 reviews. I'll write a new chapter for every 10. hope you liked it :o) it took me ages)