'Hello,' the untidy scrawl read happily, 'I really don't care about you. You're just a stupid diary anyway. My therapist says I need to write down my feeling though. Isn't it funny? I'm nine years old and already seeing a shrink. My father says it's because of the deaths, my mother just smiles and says that dad's wrong, says he just doesn't understand power. I wonder why she used that word, Power. Death is powerful. Mum says that I have a power, if I do not control death, how can I be powerful?'
When Larissa had started her journal she never intended for it to be read, least of all by Albus Dumbledore, in the last three months of her life however she planed for just that. Her journal was a key as to why she turned out the way she did.
'You probably don't understand what I meant about the deaths. It's sort of funny actually; I saw my fifth death last week. I had said, "Don't, there's a truck," he didn't see it and walk across anyway. Then wham this blue truck barreled into him, it was beautiful. There was a lot of blood; it smeared as the windshield wipers attempted to move over the cracked glass, rain poured making the blood seem to multiply. So much blood. Beautiful. I just stood there and watched. Mum woke me up afterwards, asked if I had a good dream. I shouldn't have told her. But she understands now, she understands now that the boy's dead. I wonder who he was.'
'Mellow,' 'nice,' 'a Hufflepuff,' 'Larissa wouldn't harm a soul,' the words spewed out of students mouths that morning, all claiming Larissa was a perfectly decent human being. The second Hufflepuff student to be lost to the dark lord; even now Larissa was just second.
'I've got a pet kitten now, actually it's a toad... or it used to be a toad at least. Toad is a very funny cat. I saved him from a bunch of stupid boys, poking him with a stick they were! Father says it's impossible that my cat was once a toad but mum understands, she always does when weird things happen.'
Dumbledore skipped a few more pages, nothing but daily going-ons, simple routines, and dull drabble about friends and school.
'My tenth birthday and I find out that my friends are going off to some boarding school and don't want to ever talk to me again. Said I was lower than dirt, called me a filthy muggle (whatever that is), and said I should never speak to them again. I've lost my best friends.'
'My parents are getting a divorce. They are getting it because of that stupid letter. At times I wish I never knew about the wizarding world, but I love magic. Mom had to take me to a shop in America to get a wand. No other wand would work. It's so frustrating!'
Dumbledore almost laughed at that, he had heard of the girl's wand predicament. Her temperamental wand proved she was not meant to do terrible things. American made (supposedly the worst wand makers) bamboo (practically unheard of for a wand as the wood allows the wand a sort of mind) 12 inches (powerful length) long with a core of dragon scale and two veela hairs (veela's are temperamental and prideful by nature and dragon while easier to tame are much the same, put that with a mind...). Her wand in short had a mind of it's own and while it was the only wand for her (as all other wands simply refused to work) it didn't like to cooperate often and while it seemed to like most dark magic (most of the illegal stuff) it simply refused to do the unforgivables. No she was never meant to do terrible things.
Dumbledore flipped forward a few pages past the page that marked her return to the side of the light and found what he was looking for.
When Larissa had started her journal she never intended for it to be read, least of all by Albus Dumbledore, in the last three months of her life however she planed for just that. Her journal was a key as to why she turned out the way she did.
'You probably don't understand what I meant about the deaths. It's sort of funny actually; I saw my fifth death last week. I had said, "Don't, there's a truck," he didn't see it and walk across anyway. Then wham this blue truck barreled into him, it was beautiful. There was a lot of blood; it smeared as the windshield wipers attempted to move over the cracked glass, rain poured making the blood seem to multiply. So much blood. Beautiful. I just stood there and watched. Mum woke me up afterwards, asked if I had a good dream. I shouldn't have told her. But she understands now, she understands now that the boy's dead. I wonder who he was.'
'Mellow,' 'nice,' 'a Hufflepuff,' 'Larissa wouldn't harm a soul,' the words spewed out of students mouths that morning, all claiming Larissa was a perfectly decent human being. The second Hufflepuff student to be lost to the dark lord; even now Larissa was just second.
'I've got a pet kitten now, actually it's a toad... or it used to be a toad at least. Toad is a very funny cat. I saved him from a bunch of stupid boys, poking him with a stick they were! Father says it's impossible that my cat was once a toad but mum understands, she always does when weird things happen.'
Dumbledore skipped a few more pages, nothing but daily going-ons, simple routines, and dull drabble about friends and school.
'My tenth birthday and I find out that my friends are going off to some boarding school and don't want to ever talk to me again. Said I was lower than dirt, called me a filthy muggle (whatever that is), and said I should never speak to them again. I've lost my best friends.'
'My parents are getting a divorce. They are getting it because of that stupid letter. At times I wish I never knew about the wizarding world, but I love magic. Mom had to take me to a shop in America to get a wand. No other wand would work. It's so frustrating!'
Dumbledore almost laughed at that, he had heard of the girl's wand predicament. Her temperamental wand proved she was not meant to do terrible things. American made (supposedly the worst wand makers) bamboo (practically unheard of for a wand as the wood allows the wand a sort of mind) 12 inches (powerful length) long with a core of dragon scale and two veela hairs (veela's are temperamental and prideful by nature and dragon while easier to tame are much the same, put that with a mind...). Her wand in short had a mind of it's own and while it was the only wand for her (as all other wands simply refused to work) it didn't like to cooperate often and while it seemed to like most dark magic (most of the illegal stuff) it simply refused to do the unforgivables. No she was never meant to do terrible things.
Dumbledore flipped forward a few pages past the page that marked her return to the side of the light and found what he was looking for.