Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. They belong to the wonderful J. K. Rowling. I only own Angela.

Summary: Angela is about to start her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is her story. Point of view from her journal.

A/N: this is my first fic on here. I really hope you like it! Now, on with the story!

August 20

Hello! My name is Angela Malfoy. I'm just about to start my first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My mum and dad want me to be sorted into Slytherin. But, I'd rather be a Gryffindor. Almost my whole family has been in Slytherin. My mum's cousin, Sirius Black, was a Gryffindor. My mum told my twin brother, Draco, and me that she didn't want us to end up like the "blood traitor" he is. She wants us to be proud pure bloods. Whatever. I'm pretty sure Draco believes that he's better than everyone because he's a pure blood. I don't think I am. I mean we're just as good as everyone else, right? Well, my mum is going to take us school shopping now, so I've gotta go.

-Angela

August 21

Yesterday was a busy day. I got my very own wand! It's a Phoenix Feather, Redwood, and Eight and Three-Quarter inches. I also got an eagle owl and I named her Cloe. She's got the cutest little blue eyes you've ever seen. When my brother and I went to get our school robes, we met a boy with messy, jet-black hair. He was all alone. I wonder why. Draco "introduced" himself. Draco asked if he played Quidditch. He said no. No! How can you not play Quidditch? It's the best sport in the world! Then Draco asked what House he might be in. Ha! I'll have to remember that if Draco does ever get put into Hufflepuff (which I doubt) he'll leave. Hmm… That may mot be a bad idea… hee hee. Then Draco spotted a really big man outside Madam Malkins. He's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts. His name is Hagrid. I could tell from the boy's tone that he didn't like Draco too much. Draco asked where the boy's parents were. He said that they were dead. Poor kid. Draco started to ask whether his parents were "our" kind. I yelled at him for that. I told him you can't just go asking if they're Muggle born or not. The boy left before we got his surname. Well, mum's calling for dinner, so I gotta go!

-Angela

August 24

Eight more days until September first. I can't wait to get on the Hogwarts Express. Hopefully, I can get away from Draco. It's not fair the way he treats our house-elf, Dobby. He was yelling at me because he thought that I had misplaced one of his books. Why would I even want to touch one? At least he found it before he complained to dad. When we eventually get to school, he'll probably act like he owns the place. I'll be there to bring down his ego. It's pretty late. I should get to bed.

-Angela

August 29

Three more days until school starts. Thursday. Can't wait. Mum says she's going to invite the whole family to celebrate that we're finally going to Hogwarts. Oh joy. Won't that be lots of fun? No, actually I don't think it will. They're all going to be like "They're going to be great Slytherins" and stuff like that. I'll just go along with it until I get sick of it all. I'll try to escape to my bedroom to gat away from everyone. Mum's calling so we can get dress robes for tomorrow.

-Angela

August 31

Tomorrow is the first day of school. Yay! Can't wait! The party last night wasn't too bad--at the beginning. Then it went nightmarishly wrong. I was sitting on the couch, minding my own business, when Draco decides to come and pester me about how I should be grateful that everyone has come to our party. He drawled on about how they had to take time out of their "busy" lives. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him, so I told him to bugger off. He wasn't about to let me sit there, so he called mum over and she insisted that I go and join the party. To get out of it, I tried saying that I was tired and wanted to go to bed, but it didn't work. So I got up, and an hour and a half and a few Butterbeers later, I really was tired. I tried to head off to bed, but Draco literally dragged me back downstairs. I think he had a few sips of Fire Whiskey when no one was looking. Anyway, I tried to free myself from his grip, but he wouldn't let go. I started yelling at him to let me go, which was a mistake. It attracted the attention of my parents and they said that I had to stay. I told them I was really tired and I wanted to go to bed, but my dad said (in a dangerously low voice) that I was to stay until otherwise told. So, I went back to the couch. I must've fallen asleep because I remember that my dad had almost used an Unforgivable Curse on me. If my mum hadn't been there to get me to bed, then I don't know what would've happened. I've gotta go pack now.

-Angela

Well, there's the first, uh, chapter one. Until next time! C'ya!

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