Monday, November 11: Library
The Slytherins are all moping around. Saw Terrence Higgs slinking through the hallway. I clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Better luck next time, mate". He gave me a rather nasty look.How very rude! I did warn him, after all. Git.
Later Monday: Common Room
On another note, no one seems to find my jokes about a wide mouthed tree frog replacing Potter as Seeker very funny. The Slytherins are too MAD for jokes and everyone else is too HAPPY. What is this world coming to?
Hogwarts seems to be filled with great rejoicing at our loss. Bah. Stupid, anti-Slytherin... people!
Tuesday, November 12: The Dorm
I just realized something. It is exactly one week until my birthday! I will finally be eleven like everyone else in this stupid school! Pansy mentioned this in front of Nott. He said that explains why I am so puny.
I hate him.
Later Tuesday
I am not puny! I'm just a little short! Really!
Thursday, November 14: Transfiguration
I wonder what's going to happen on this birthday. Will Father invite me to come home? I thought he might but time's running out. Maybe they'll just send me presents?
But what will they send me? Books? Money? What?
Still Thursday: Break
Maybe Father hasn't written me because it's something really big. Like a RACING BROOM! Maybe he's convinced Dumbledore to let me have one! Potter got one, why shouldn't I?
I am trying not to get my hopes up.
Saturday, November 16: The Dorm
Still no letter.
I am starting to get worried. It's either something big or... No. No, it is something big and I firmly believe it.
Sunday, November 17: Common Room
My birthday is tomorrow! I am extremely excited! Really, I can't wait! Racing broom, here I come!
Monday, November 18: DADA Class
Happy birthday to me!
It's a little strange that nothing came for me in the owl post. Except Mother's weekly sweets, of course. No more or less than usual.
However, who sends presents in the owl post? I'll bet that I've got a pile of gifts back in the dorm room. Just biding my time!
Still Monday: Break
Pansy gave me her gift. It's a tiny, plushy me. She calls it "Mini-Draco". It toddles around in its Slytherin robes and occasionally shouts things like "Gryffindor sucks", "Slytherin pride", and "Die, Potter, Die".
Crabbe and Goyle gave me a box of half-eaten chocolate frogs. I was touched at their kindness. After all, they left half the box for me.
Maybe I'll nip back to the Dorm before Potions and see if my presents have arrived.
Later Monday: The Dorm
All right, why have Mother and Father's presents not come yet? I've gotten several from random relatives, but absolutely nothing from my own parents. Maybe our owl died. Maybe... all of our owls died?
You don't suppose they've forgotten? I know that's what it looks like, but I just can't believe that my own parents would forget my birthday! It must be some kind of mistake. It just couldn't be that.
Wednesday, November 20: Common Room
Apparently it could be that. I am so livid. I may never speak to my parents again.
Both Forrest and Pansy are trying desperately to cheer me up. It's not really working. It is interesting to note that, while Pansy insists that my parents deserve to die a horrible and painful death, Forrest keeps telling me to forgive them.
How on earth did he end up in Slytherin?
Saturday, November 23: The Dorm
Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw was today. I went, hoping it'd take my mind of my crummy life. I couldn't decide who I wanted to win. I came into Hogwarts with utter disdain for Hufflepuff, but now I think Ravenclaws are more annoying. I hate them both.
Oh, yes. Ravenclaw won. Roger Davies is a pretty decent seeker, if you ask me. And he had to work for it. Unlike a certain "Boy Who Lived" we all know.
Monday, December 9: The Great Hall
McGonagall's started taking names for those staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays. I went ahead and wrote my name down. Father and Mother (who I am still furious with, by the way) apparently feel no need to be with their, now eleven-year-old, only son during Christmas. Well, fine. I don't need them.
Wednesday, December 11: The Dorm
Mini-Draco snuck into Transfiguration class in my bag. I didn't notice until people started complaining that something was biting their ankles. Then I heard the all-too-familiar voice shrieking, "You pathetic fools will all pay! Pay, I tell you!".
Pansy is rethinking her gift.
Thursday, December 12: Potions
Got a letter from Father. He basically said everything but "Happy Birthday" and "Merry Christmas". Instead, he told me to "Work tirelessly" and "uphold the family name". He also informed me that he and Mother were going on holiday in the Alps. I was not invited, apparently.
Mother sent candy.
Later Thursday: The Dorm
I've misplaced my anger again. Said something like, "I do feel so sorry for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home," loudly as he walked by. Crabbe and Goyle snickered appropriately.
Pansy later pointed out that, yes that applied to Potter, but didn't it also apply to me?
I told her to shut it. Her parents are probably taking her to the Alps. My parents might not even be going to the Alps; they're probably going to an Evil Convention or something equally as nasty.
Then, because I never learn and never shall, I picked a fight with Weasley. This time it turned out in my favor. He lost five points, thanks to Snape. I love getting away with things.
And I didn't really insult his family; I insulted his state of living. They are dirt poor, so why shouldn't I say so? Honestly, everyone's minds work so oddly around here.
Monday, December 16: The Great Hall
Well, Pansy's gone. So is Forrest, so now we've lost our only voices of reason.
We are all doomed.
I hate this time of year. It's much too cold and dreary.
Friday, December 20: The Dorm
I'm bored. My parents hate me. They'll probably forget about Christmas, too. My worst enemy stayed over Christmas Break too and is having the time of his life. Talking to Crabbe and Goyle is like talking to a wall. My only present, intelligent roommate is a jerk who calls me "munchkin".My life is bloody Hades.
Tuesday, December 24: Common Room
I suppose I can pull myself from the depths of depression for Christmas Day. But not because I have holiday spirit. I'm just happy about the food.
Wednesday, December 25: The Dorm
Christmas Day! I have now stuffed myself and am quite content. This was the best banquet yet; even I'll admit it! And several of the teachers got drunk. This was quite amusing.
Got loads of presents. Father sent me books and Mum sent me a basket of candy bigger than my head. I've forgiven her; she really does love me, I think. But I'm still not speaking to Father. Most of the books are on the Dark Arts. Maybe I can find some use for them.
Like firewood.
One of my relatives sent me a sphere-like thing, and I'm not quite sure what it does. I think it is probably illegal. Which isn't at all terribly unlikely. This is the Malfoy family, after all.
Let's see, what else did I get. Well, a frightening amount of people gave me clothes, others sent me bags of money, and Great-Aunt Adeline sent me a bus ticket from 1948.
Whatever.
Forrest sent me a gift, too. Shocked me, really. It's an oddly shaped piece of money with strange writing on it. He included a note:
"There's a legend that says keeping this coin with you will ward of bad fortune. Hope it helps you a little with your 'wretched luck'!"
I immediately slipped a piece of string through the hole in the middle and hung it round my neck. It's probably my favorite present, which I think is odd, as it's worth tons less than the rest.
All in all, a good day. Probably the best day I've had since I started Hogwarts, actually. Who needs the stupid Alps? I intend to lie around all evening and play with my presents. Isn't life grand?
I can't believe I just said that.
Thursday, December 26: Great Hall
I had another weird dream last night. Everything was black and I couldn't see anything. I was all alone in the dark, lost and wandering. But, for some unexplainable reason, I was happy. I was so very happy but so very, very sad, as well.
When I woke up, I was in Entrance Hall, curled up on a stair. I think I must have eaten something odd at the feast.
Friday, December 27: Break
The same dream again. The same odd feeling. Woke up in the Muggle Studies classroom, this time.
Saturday, December 28: Common Room
This is getting annoying. I was propped up against the door to Quirrell's office when I woke up this morning. I seem to be climbing, floor-by-floor. Then again, last night was a bit different. There were whispered voices all around me, but I just couldn't hear what they were saying. And I could swear someone was there somewhere but I just couldn't find them, no matter how hard I tried.
Oddly, I felt this nagging disappointment when I woke up. Which can only mean one thing. I think these creepy dreams are finally over.
Monday, December 30: The Dorm
I can't wait for classes to start again. It's monstrously boring around here. I almost miss those all out odd dreams.
I think Mini-Draco is starting to annoy Nott. It constantly commands him to "Eat dung".
Wednesday, January 1: The Library
The dreams are back. Well, more specifically, I'm having more dreams.
This time, Malfoy Mansion was on fire. I could hear Father and Mother screaming and shouting, and that same cruel voice I heard in that first dream at the very beginning of the year was whispering to me again. Laughing at me, because I couldn't find my parents and I knew I never would.
It was so creepy.
Thursday, January 2: Common Room
I had that nightmare again last night. At least I don't sleepwalk with these, I guess. Remind me not to tell Pansy about this. She'd say it has something to do with Aunt Adeline's ring and perhaps I'm possessed. I really don't need to deal with that right now.
Friday, January 3: The Dorm
The students are back. I thanked Forrest for his present. He looked quite taken aback. Honestly, am I that much of a brat?
Nobody answer that.
Monday, January 6: DADA Class
I think I might seriously be going insane. I mean, I know it's just a dream, but it's so real I can feel my skin burning and I just keep having it, over and over again. You'd think it wouldn't be so terrible after having it six nights in a row. But, for some reason, it feels even worse. Just thinking about it makes me feel queasy.
Wednesday, January 8: Transfiguration
These nightmares are starting to affect my schoolwork, I think. Either that, or I'm really stupid and just never noticed before. And I'm so good in Potions, too! I have to do something about this.
Later Wednesday: The Dorm
Forrest cornered me after class. Apparently, my screaming in my sleep for the past eight nights has gotten him worried. He wanted to know about the nightmares and, when I told him, he gave me this really disturbed look.
"It's just a dream," I told him. "Really, it's no big deal. It doesn't affect me at all."
All of a sudden he pulled my failed Potion's test out of my hand and held it to my face.
"Oh, really? Because I didn't know your IQ could drop this suddenly. Are you on drugs, maybe, or have you suddenly become a drunkard?"
I'm not quite sure what he meant by "on drugs", but I must say, Forrest Angelo makes a forceful point. We went to Madam Pomfrey and got her to prescribe a sleeping drought. Hopefully it works.
I think I understand how Forrest is in Slytherin now. He can be right scary when he wants to be. I'm so proud.
Thursday, January 9: Great Hall
Wow. I'd forgotten how wonderful in feels to have a full-night's sleep. I am completely restored. And I just realized I haven't played a single prank on Nott in, like, two weeks! I have a lot of catching up to do.
Speaking of Nott, I'm a little creeped out by the fact that the soles of my feet were singed when I woke up this morning. I assume that he did it. Of course, it's probably just a coincidence that my nightmares are of fire. At least, I'm hoping he did it.
Saturday, January 11: DADA Class
The Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw game is next Saturday. Marcus Flint has developed a nervous twitch. I was going to tell him not to worry, we'll win, but he shouted that I would jinx him with my negativity. Then the Slytherin Quidditch team threw me out of the common room.
Ingrates. They can't treat me like this! They will all pay. Pay, I tell you!
Did I just sound like Mini-Draco to you?
Anyway, I just finished checking my "mock test". Whoops. Missed a mock question. We just spent forty-five minutes on a test that doesn't even matter.
Stupidity in motion.
Oh yeah, borrowed a bit from my good friend Thaelia. That part being: "Anyway, I just finished... Stupidity in motion." I just can't help plagiarizing those notes she writes in Math class.
