PLEASE READ BEFORE GOING ON!!!!
01.10.05: Ok, I know it's kind of late in the game to be doing this, but as I've been re-reading my story…I realised that I really needed some type of foreword. Basically, I've been having a lot of questions about the maturity of Raven at the age of eleven, which I understand, but I have reasons for the way I'm writing this story, which include the fact that I am a 21-year-old trying to revert my mind back ten years (not an easy task…I don't really remember how I thought), and that Raven is in general a lot more mature by nature…her early childhood was much different than Harry's. Also this story is actually Raven's auto-biography, with strange quirks, which are explained in the text below. So, please enjoy, and if you have any questions, don't be afraid to drop me a line. I love to hear from my reviewers. :D
Note: You DO NOT need to re-read the rest of the story, other than chapter twelve, which I have just finished, and will be posting in a minute. I have only fixed a few typos in chapter one, so re-reading is not necessary to figure out what is going on, if you have already read chapters one through eleven.
Discoveries From Within
Foreword
The chronicles you are about to read are a mixture of many things. Original thoughts, musings after years have passed, descriptions that I would have never remembered on my own if it weren't for the quill that was given to me as a gift early on, which I still have, and am currently writing with. Hopefully the manner in which it is written does not confuse you.
I wouldn't say straight off that my life was extraordinary, not when compared to that of many wizards passed, or that of my best friend, either. But it's had a certain…danger and mystery to it, with a close observation that I realise now was very odd for someone of my age to have, at the time, anyway.
I'm not even completely sure why I've felt the need to compile all of my thoughts and happenings of my life into a more organised book. I really don't care if anyone else reads this. I think, perhaps, that it's for me. And for my family. So as I sit here, growing old, I can remember in perfect clarity what has happened in my life. And my children and my grandchildren and one day, my great grandchildren can read it, and know about a part of their family history, as well as about a time when all that the Wizarding World knew, changed.
I have asked those close to me, to read my story, and add things to it. Those passages are obviously written in third person, so as not to confuse it with my first person point of view. These writings are things or conversations that I was never aware of at the time, and have been told over the years, and sometimes just learned of, after they used my quill to write it down.
It's really amazing what your brain will remember, if given the chance. There is no chance of remembering incorrectly with this quill, and even if you can't remember what you felt, the quill will draw it out of you, scrawling the words on parchment in the closest facsimile possible, as I think we all know, there are some emotions, thoughts, and concepts that words can just not do justice. Comprehension comes from experience, not from reading.
I'm sure my dear friend Hermione would nearly balk at that last sentence. But she's gotten better. Much better.
Well, I must sign this foreword off, and let you dear readers, my family, my friends, and even those I don't know, fill your minds with what is written on these pages. I only hope there is some knowledge you can gain from between the covers.
Raven
