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Book of Shadows: October 23

October 23

Congratulations! You must be some Sorcerer if you managed to get into this BOS! Uncle Albus joked that my diaries are almost as well guarded as Hogwarts. That is after he came down to breakfast in his underwear and his hand glued to the front cover of one. He should really stop under estimating me. If that disturbing mental image wasn't enough for you to stop reading come down and find me we'll go talk to the DADA teacher about extra credit.

My name is Dyre most people I know say it's an appropriate name as you don't want to get on my bad side. They mustn't be able to spell because that sort of Dire obviously has an I in it. Plus my name means Dear Heart Mum named me that because I was such a sweet baby at least that's what she remembered. Dad says even though I have a temper the meaning of my name still fits because I'm really sweet if you don't get on my bad side. Personally I think he's had to many of Uncle Albus' Sherbet Lemons. Anyone with half a brain can see they are soaked in Calming Potion.

As I said before my Dad is the DADA professor at Beauxbatons, Professor Brian Athill. He is way too nice and let's the students get away with murder because of the sherbet lemons. My mum is not with us. She died in the line of Duty (most Aurors don't live to retire). I also have a sister Anika she's a year younger than me and in Gryffindor. I myself am a Ravenclaw. It's a bit of a bitch not being in the same house as my sister because we don't have the same common room, but she somehow always manages to sneak into mine. It must be those Gryffindors rubbing off on her.

I like it here its crazy or more likely the students are crazy. The amount of pranks that go on here are insane. Luckily enough have not been targeted but that's mainly because they don't know I exist.

I've just realized I've introduce everyone but myself really. You already know my name is Dyre Athill and that I'm a Ravenclaw but what you don't know is that I'm in my OWL's year. I'm a Monty Python fan and I have a thing for obscure bands. My hair is just under my shoulder blades and black. I'm also a pure-blood. Well not REALLY pure blood but both my parents, parents are witches and wizards.

There's an actual reason why I'm writing this, as no matter how many times I start a diary I never finish it. I was in Professor McGonagall's office trying to receive something she'd confiscated from my sister. When Peeves the Bloody Poltergeist decides to tip over the book case! It was placed, of course, right where it would squash me! I jumped out of the way just in time and saw a really expensive looking hour glass flying towards me I grabbed it because the crash would of obviously made McGonagall aware that someone was in her office and that was one thing I didn't want to be blamed for! The next thing I know McGonagall opened the door and asked who I was! For Gods' sake I've been in her class for the last FIVE YEARS!!!

Turns out that hour-glass was a fucking TIME TURNER!!!! And I- believe it or not- am in 1975! My Dad is a SEVENTH YEAR here! I think I'm going to faint. McGonnagall took me to see Uncle Albus for a way-over-my-head conversation. I had to ask him what he meant in laymen's terms and he said,

"As well as attending classes you will have to research a way to get back yourself as I have no one with enough free time to do it."

WELL THAT IS FUCKING TERRIFIC!! I'm 15 years old how am I supposed to be able to do something like that!!!! I can hardly pass potions how am I going to be able to do that!

He gave me this book as a notebook to write everything down in he called it a Book of Shadows...I KNOW WHAT ONE IS MY PARENTS ARE WIZARDS AFTER ALL YOU DICKHEAD!!!!

So here I am, sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, trying to figure out how the hell to get back to my time. Then again, there are some hot guys I saw while I was going to Dumbledore's office, and I really should just enjoy the time I have here... right?

TBC

Review please. No flames as I am sick and cannot handle anything that will make me feel any crappier.