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Bold – Actual happeningsDiary writing
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Well, its a little past midnight now. Today is Halloween. Or it was till a few minutes ago anyway. Now it's the first of November but that matters little. You would not believe what happened earlier today if you actually had opinions. scoff Ha. Look at me writing on this paper like it is something human. I must be going soft.
Back to the matter at hand.
So as you've probably put together it's not much longer till Christmas Break. Not much longer till I am supposed to be initiated into Voldemort's little following of Death Eaters. So I finally worked up enough courage today (errr, yesterday) to talk to Dumbledore. It was… interesting. You can never go wrong with the word interesting because it means so many things. So yes, it was interesting. I'll write out everything that happened.
At first I wasn't even planning on talking with him but then Voldie decided to put on a little show in the Great Hall during the feast. He had a bunch of owls that were black as soot fly into the great howler to deliver a howler to Dumbledore. I mean honestly. Voldie's such a show off. Did he really need a whole flock of owls to deliver a single howler? I swear, if I planned to still join that would have been a right embarrassment.
Anyhow they all left as soon as the howler was delivered and the Great Hall got absolutely silent. I don't mean like a little quieter. I mean silent as in even the crickets shut up. Then Dumbledore picked up the howler and opened it as if it were just any other letter.
Beware Dumbledore! More are destined to join my ranks soon. You shall be over powered. And we shall show no mercy. We will kill you and all the mudbloods and mudblood lovers! 11, 11, 11, 11, 11…
After this I glanced around Slytherin table and everyone there just wanted to hide their faces in shame. I mean honestly that was pathetic. Even the ruddy Hufflepuffs were trying not to snigger at the stupid, sad, excuse for a threat. Then Dumbledore smiled and said to the entire hall, "Well, I do hope that any of you planning to join Tom will rethink your choice. And if I can't not sway your opinion I hope that you," here he looked back over the howler, "ah, yes, decide to show mercy and not kill us all. That is all. Off to your rooms now."
That was it, I decided. I would tell him tonight. I'll go wait by his office now. Before I could change my mind I got up and walked to the stone gargoyle and stood patiently waiting for the headmaster to arrive. Of course, the entire time I was having an extravagant row with myself in my mind.
'Leave! Get away now!'
'I will not. This has to be done.'
'No! No, it doesn't. Think about it. He'll never trust you.'
'Yes he will'
'Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban.'
'Shut up!'
'Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban.'
'I said shut up!'
'Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban. Azkaban…'
"Shut up!"
"I don't believe I said anything Miss. Parkinson," I heard a voice say to me. My first thought was that the crazy voice in my head had finally taken corporal form. Then I began to think of how this corporal voice in my head sounded a lot more like Dumbledore then it did before. Then I looked up and realized it was Dumbledore. 'Oh, shit.'
"I..I…" I began stuttering madly.
He silenced me with a wave of his hand. "I believe it would be more comfortable to talk up in my office," he intoned as if I hadn't just told him quite rudely to shut up. The gargoyle moved out of our way after he looked at it. I soundlessly followed him up the steps.
Let me tell you those were the longest two minutes of my life. The stairs just kept coming and coming and then the door appeared and my blood turned colder then ice. He opened the door, motioned for me to take a seat, and did the strangest and most unbelievable thing.
He offered me a lemon drop.
I politely declined the citrus treat and began wringing my hands in my lap staring at them as if they were the most interesting things on Earth. "Miss Parkinson, I assume you wanted to discuss something," he prompted, startling me back to the real world where my hands weren't that interesting.
I took a deep breath. This was it. His reaction would decide my fate. I wondered if Azkaban was as bad as they said…
"My parents wish for me to join The Dark Lord over the break," I said. That was it? That was my long heartfelt confession? Come on Pansy! You could have done ten times better then that. Why think of all the…
"And what do you wish to do?" he asked me, once again disrupting my mental babble.
"I do not wish to join The Dark Lord over the break," I said. Then I mentally kicked myself realizing I had basically said the exact same thing only negative instead of positive. Oh this was going just splendidly.
"Tell me, Miss Parkinson. Do you trust me?" The headmaster asked.
Well did I? I contemplated this momentarily before comprehending that I didn't have a choice. "Yes," I said with a nod. Aren't I vocal tonight?
"Would you be willing to take a small dosage of Veritaserum to confirm what you have told me prior?" he asked again. I nodded again. My mouth was too dry to speak at the moment so my pitiful one-word answers were no more and I was now resorting to primitive ways of communication. And I seemed to be developing some sort of fatal nodding disorder on top of it all. Great, if all of this didn't kill I'd be the first to ever die from nodding.
He nodded ('Oh, great it's contagious,' I though gravely) sagely then opened one of his many desk drawers. He proceeded to pull out a small vial and dropper. "Open your mouth," he ordered politely. I did so and felt a slight burning sensation as the strong truth potion hit my tongue. Then my mind grew hazy and it seemed as if I was watching a movie of the headmaster and myself.
He questioned me about where my loyalties lied and whatnot and I seemed to be giving him the answers he wanted. Once he was done he said, "Finite Incantatem," and I was abruptly back in my body.
Dumbledore was smiling slightly now. "I am very happy to hear of your decision Miss. Parkinson. I now must contemplate the different options for you. I'll be in touch." I took that as my dismissal, mumbled a quick 'Thank you,' and left.
Over all I think it went quite well. Where as I didn't perform a speech that could get compassion from a rock I didn't ramble and repeat the same thing over and over. Yes, things could have been much worse; much worse indeed. But, I must keep in mind it is not over yet.
A/n: I'm alive! Yep, well, hope this is up to standard. I am going to try for weekly updates now but not promising anything. I believe a few thank yous are in order.
Thank you to: Mooncheese, rainbow fuzzlez, grindylow07, and slyswn28.
An um, CRAZY, I believe I have to agree that are indeed insane and should seek professional help. (No offence meant.)
