Author's note All Harry Potter characters are owned by J.K. Rowling and I have no power over them. All other characters were made by me, and are owned by me.
We arrived at Hogwarts and I had managed to get a carriage for myself. My secret was to be the last person off the train and the last person to need a carriage. So step one to avoiding every human being till tomorrow was working. Step two was to skip the feast.
I had skipped every feast in my first five years except for my first that included the Sorting Ceremony. Its not liked anyone ever noticed. My grandfather has way too many kids to look after to give me a second thought. Then there is Harry Potter, that boy needs a lot of taking care of. Especially since Voldemort is back.
I crept into the girl's bathroom on the second floor. That was moaning Myrtle's bathroom. I was the only one that ever went in there. I was on her good side because I always went to hide there so I talked to her. She didn't mind me coming all the time because she felt pity for me due to my lack of any social skills. I guess she was really the only friend at Hogwarts I had.
"Hello Myrtle how was your summer?" I asked her when I walked in. She looked a bit happy to see me. I guess after all these years I was the only friend she had ever had. She knew I hated to feasts and could always count on me coming. This bathroom was the safe haven for the both of us.
"It could have been better. Oh I was so alone. No one bothered to come see me. No one cares about poor, miserable, mopping moaning Myrtle." She said with a pout.
"Myrtle if you want company so much the why don't you go to talk to the other ghosts?"
"Oh that is rich, this coming from the living anti-human girl."
"Well it is obvious that you want other company, but for me yours is enough. I don't want to be with other people. I'd rather be left alone."
"But what about your grandfather? Don't you want his company? I know that he loves you. I know that the only reason that you come here is to have time alone." She said in a voice barely above a whisper.
She got me there. I didn't know what to say. I hate lying, but sometimes the ability to lie is what kept me alive. Of course me with my big mouth had to say, "It's better and safer for him to be away from me." Oh shit, why did I have to say that?
"What do you be its better and safer? I always knew that there were things that you weren't telling me. You not as much like stone as you think."
Ok now what the hell was up with all this cryptic stuff from everybody? "Myrtle what are you talking about now?"
With a smile she relished the fact that for once she knew something that I didn't. Laughing she said, "You think that everyone ignores you because they don't know or want care about you. People don't know what to say or do around you. Look at yourself, you can't hide things very well. People can see that you always have things plaguing your mind. What those things are is a mystery to all. They are just too afraid of what you will say to them. You look like one of those people that think very deep thoughts. I've been dead long enough to know that now since your older people just might want to see what those thoughts are about."
Myrtle stared at me for a long time. I didn't know what to say. For the first time Myrtle was lecturing me! And the worse thing about it was that she most defiantly enjoyed it. Then suddenly she had a frightened look on her face. She gasped and plunged into the toilet she had died by. When I looked behind me I also had to gasp. Professor Snape was standing right behind me.
"Hello Miss Dumbledore what are you doing here?" he said to me and then he put on what was suppose to be a fatherly face. Let me tell you, his face looks better when its not trying to be nice.
"I was just going to the bathroom Professor. It was a long train ride." What in name was he doing here!"
"Indeed, and the I suppose you got sidetracked and decided to have a nice chat with a ghost."
"Uh, yeah that's what happened I wasn't feeling very well and um... Myrtle was telling me about the time she got a very bad stomach ache..."
"Please Miss Dumbledore I sincerely doubt that. You don't talk to the living, why then would you bother to talk to the dead?"
I defiantly knew where this was going. He would walk me off to the feast. Those things would last for hours. Hell like I'm going to go in there. Plus it would draw more attention to me if I just happened to walk right during the middle of it. I had to head him off right here, and I knew the perfect excuse, "Please Professor I have my cramps and they hurt like hell," I made a face of torturing pain, "Their really bad this time for some reason. Could I just go and lie down in the hospital wing, and maybe Madame Pomfrey could give me some medicine." This is the only reason why cramps are useful.
Snape looked embarrassed and sounded nervous when he spoke, "Well I don't see why not..." then he mumbled, "Seeing how it is an emergency you should go to the hospital wing." with that he turned and left.
Ahhh that excuse worked like a charm. Guys are never able to handle it. Even though I hate lying, I have to say I am sooooo good at it.
I left the bathroom because I had to make it convincing. Snape might ask Madame Pomfrey later if I had stopped by.
I left the hospital wing and walked up to Gryffindor Tower. When I was in the staircase I felt like all the portraits were eyeing me. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I went to my bed and found all my stuff resting next to it. I said a little prayer and fell asleep.
Screaming, there was so much screaming. "Stop, please stop" I yelled as loud as I could.
The sound of flesh being smacked was ringing in my ears. My sister was on the floor. My mother was surrounded by shards of broken glass. My father and brother were fighting.
And I was huddled by the stairs.
I closed my eyes. Someone grabbed me and threw me across the room.
"You piece of shit. Your nothing" please make him stop someone.
My sister's voice screamed, "Leave her alone all she is doing is crying. If you want to hurt someone, hurt me, but don't you ever in you fucking life touch her again."
The screaming of my mother drowned the shouts of my brother and sister out.
"You asshole look what you've done!"
"Don't you ever disrespect me again!" more shouts can be heard.
I just cave under all the pressure and I just scream and I scream and I scream.
A/N: hope this chapter is appealing to the masses. Now that Lydia is at school things can get interesting.
We arrived at Hogwarts and I had managed to get a carriage for myself. My secret was to be the last person off the train and the last person to need a carriage. So step one to avoiding every human being till tomorrow was working. Step two was to skip the feast.
I had skipped every feast in my first five years except for my first that included the Sorting Ceremony. Its not liked anyone ever noticed. My grandfather has way too many kids to look after to give me a second thought. Then there is Harry Potter, that boy needs a lot of taking care of. Especially since Voldemort is back.
I crept into the girl's bathroom on the second floor. That was moaning Myrtle's bathroom. I was the only one that ever went in there. I was on her good side because I always went to hide there so I talked to her. She didn't mind me coming all the time because she felt pity for me due to my lack of any social skills. I guess she was really the only friend at Hogwarts I had.
"Hello Myrtle how was your summer?" I asked her when I walked in. She looked a bit happy to see me. I guess after all these years I was the only friend she had ever had. She knew I hated to feasts and could always count on me coming. This bathroom was the safe haven for the both of us.
"It could have been better. Oh I was so alone. No one bothered to come see me. No one cares about poor, miserable, mopping moaning Myrtle." She said with a pout.
"Myrtle if you want company so much the why don't you go to talk to the other ghosts?"
"Oh that is rich, this coming from the living anti-human girl."
"Well it is obvious that you want other company, but for me yours is enough. I don't want to be with other people. I'd rather be left alone."
"But what about your grandfather? Don't you want his company? I know that he loves you. I know that the only reason that you come here is to have time alone." She said in a voice barely above a whisper.
She got me there. I didn't know what to say. I hate lying, but sometimes the ability to lie is what kept me alive. Of course me with my big mouth had to say, "It's better and safer for him to be away from me." Oh shit, why did I have to say that?
"What do you be its better and safer? I always knew that there were things that you weren't telling me. You not as much like stone as you think."
Ok now what the hell was up with all this cryptic stuff from everybody? "Myrtle what are you talking about now?"
With a smile she relished the fact that for once she knew something that I didn't. Laughing she said, "You think that everyone ignores you because they don't know or want care about you. People don't know what to say or do around you. Look at yourself, you can't hide things very well. People can see that you always have things plaguing your mind. What those things are is a mystery to all. They are just too afraid of what you will say to them. You look like one of those people that think very deep thoughts. I've been dead long enough to know that now since your older people just might want to see what those thoughts are about."
Myrtle stared at me for a long time. I didn't know what to say. For the first time Myrtle was lecturing me! And the worse thing about it was that she most defiantly enjoyed it. Then suddenly she had a frightened look on her face. She gasped and plunged into the toilet she had died by. When I looked behind me I also had to gasp. Professor Snape was standing right behind me.
"Hello Miss Dumbledore what are you doing here?" he said to me and then he put on what was suppose to be a fatherly face. Let me tell you, his face looks better when its not trying to be nice.
"I was just going to the bathroom Professor. It was a long train ride." What in name was he doing here!"
"Indeed, and the I suppose you got sidetracked and decided to have a nice chat with a ghost."
"Uh, yeah that's what happened I wasn't feeling very well and um... Myrtle was telling me about the time she got a very bad stomach ache..."
"Please Miss Dumbledore I sincerely doubt that. You don't talk to the living, why then would you bother to talk to the dead?"
I defiantly knew where this was going. He would walk me off to the feast. Those things would last for hours. Hell like I'm going to go in there. Plus it would draw more attention to me if I just happened to walk right during the middle of it. I had to head him off right here, and I knew the perfect excuse, "Please Professor I have my cramps and they hurt like hell," I made a face of torturing pain, "Their really bad this time for some reason. Could I just go and lie down in the hospital wing, and maybe Madame Pomfrey could give me some medicine." This is the only reason why cramps are useful.
Snape looked embarrassed and sounded nervous when he spoke, "Well I don't see why not..." then he mumbled, "Seeing how it is an emergency you should go to the hospital wing." with that he turned and left.
Ahhh that excuse worked like a charm. Guys are never able to handle it. Even though I hate lying, I have to say I am sooooo good at it.
I left the bathroom because I had to make it convincing. Snape might ask Madame Pomfrey later if I had stopped by.
I left the hospital wing and walked up to Gryffindor Tower. When I was in the staircase I felt like all the portraits were eyeing me. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I went to my bed and found all my stuff resting next to it. I said a little prayer and fell asleep.
Screaming, there was so much screaming. "Stop, please stop" I yelled as loud as I could.
The sound of flesh being smacked was ringing in my ears. My sister was on the floor. My mother was surrounded by shards of broken glass. My father and brother were fighting.
And I was huddled by the stairs.
I closed my eyes. Someone grabbed me and threw me across the room.
"You piece of shit. Your nothing" please make him stop someone.
My sister's voice screamed, "Leave her alone all she is doing is crying. If you want to hurt someone, hurt me, but don't you ever in you fucking life touch her again."
The screaming of my mother drowned the shouts of my brother and sister out.
"You asshole look what you've done!"
"Don't you ever disrespect me again!" more shouts can be heard.
I just cave under all the pressure and I just scream and I scream and I scream.
A/N: hope this chapter is appealing to the masses. Now that Lydia is at school things can get interesting.