Title: Diary of a Hufflepuff
Author name: Darkforest214
Category: General
Spoilers: Books 1 through 5
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This story was inspired by 'George at the Lake' It's basically a diary of my main original Character.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Aka… I own nothing (except for the few characters I came up with…)
A/N: I'm going to try something different here… My latest idea for a story is a Diary of Olivia James. My main, original character as depicted in 'George at the lake.' I want to start with her first year and move on through her life at Hogwarts. I thought this could be an interesting idea so I started writing it, and I even have future parts of it planned out. But it starts with her first year…
Diary of a Hufflepuff
Olivia James
September 21, 8:30 am
Couldn't sleep so I got up early, well, early for a Sunday… I had another odd dream last night. Once again I was older, and once again all I knew for sure was emotion.
Tyler was the only person I could actually see. The others were blurry again, but I could tell we were all friends. We were playing in the snow, a massive snow ball fight; we were all laughing and having fun… and once again I sensed a strong feeling of love toward someone.
I don't know, this all seems so weird… Why have I had two odd dreams two nights in a row? I don't know those people now, but in the dreams we all seemed pretty close.
Anyway, I don't have anything planned for today, so maybe I'll borrow Cousin's "Daily Prophet" and let you in on anything interesting happening elsewhere in the magical world. Or I'll just store you back in my trunk until anything of interest occurs…
Live, Laugh, Love
—Olivia James
Noon
Okay, so truth is, something interesting did occur in the news. Maybe not today's news, because it happened a while ago, but it's unusual nonetheless.
Gringotts Break-In Latest
Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark Wizards or Witches unknown.
Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied that same day.
"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out of it if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts Spokesgoblin this afternoon.
Pleasant folks, goblins… Why would anyone try to steal anything from there? The security that place has… Let's check the latest sports news.
Chudley Cannons do it Again…
The Chudley Cannons were defeated by The Wigtown Wanderers, the final score was 360 to 20. After a well fought game the Wanderers tried to sho their respect toward the defeated team but it is reported that the Cannons had already left the Pitch, their heads hung low in defeat.
Poor Chudley Cannons… What else is there to report…? Oh, in Entertainment News:
Topping the Wizarding Charts!
The Weird Sisters are at the top of the charts in the Wizarding world with their latest song, "Time Turner Turn around"
Let's see, what else is there…? Home and Garden: "Flesh eating Bugs? We've got your simple twelve step removal plan!" Lovely…
Hmm, okay so there's nothing good in the news, never is… I think I'm going to go stare at the wall for a while or something. With all my homework done there isn't anything to do, really…
Live, Laugh, Love
—Olivia James
September 23, 6:30 pm
Dinner was wonderful as usual and Snape was, of course, horrid… We had an awful time in potions class today, more so for Ty than me…
"Now prepare the potion following the instructions on the board. And remember, no talking unless it is absolutely necessary," said Professor Snape, trying to glare at everyone at once.
So we got to work on the potion, when finished it should heal blisters and other skin abrasions. "Can I borrow your—?" Tyler started to ask James.
"What did I say about talking Mr. James?" snapped Professor Snape. "Do I need to separate you and Mr. Wade?"
"Sorry, Sir, I just wanted to know if I could borrow his—"
"Why didn't you come to class prepared?" said Snape, gliding through the room to stand in front of Tyler.
"I did, Sir, except—"
"What did I say about talking?" Snape hissed through clenched teeth while leaning over and glaring at Tyler. Ty gulped and lowered his head. "Five points from Hufflepuff," said Professor Snape before whirling around and returning to the front of the room.
I exchanged looks with Ty and he wrote on a scrap bit of parchment, 'I only wanted to borrow his straight knife, mine needs sharpened…' I gave him a pitting look and returned to the task at hand so as not to get either of us in any more trouble.
James helped me, making sure I was doing things right. If it wasn't for him my potion would probably have been runny and orange instead of pasty and navy blue like it is supposed to be. Anyway, throughout the rest of class Professor Snape kept glaring in Ty's direction, which made him even more nervous than he already was. Poor guy…
After class Professor Snape had Tyler stay behind, so James and I went upstairs without him. "What would I do without you?" I said as we came to the Entrance Hall. "I mean seriously, I'd be so lost in potions right now if it wasn't for you!"
"It's not that hard, not yet at least. Besides, the hardest part is staying on Professor Snape's good side," said James.
"So far you've managed," I said smiling.
"And so have you," said James, looking down at his hands.
"You understand the class, you make the potions the right way," I said, shrugging off his complement.
"So do you, you don't really need my help," said James.
"I'm always to worried I'll add something at the wrong time and mess it up. It's so much easier with Charms or Transfiguration. All you have to do is point and say the spell," I said. We had stopped walking and stood near the bottom of the stairs.
"Okay, let's just settle this. You're better with Transfiguration and Charms and I'm better with Potions. How's that?" said James.
"Sounds good to me," I said, smiling.
"Aww, look at you two, arguing about classes," said a voice behind me. I jumped and turned to see one of the Weasley twins standing there.
"We were just waiting for my brother, Snape held him after class," I said, watching him curiously. For some reason I think it was Fred…
"That's horrible," he said.
"The poor guy," said the second twin from behind James. "We know what that's like, eh Fred?"
"Ah yes, good times indeed," said Fred, "Especially when that little vein in his forehead pops out!"
"So, how can I help you?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful even though I was a bit nervous.
"We were just wondering how we could be of some help to you," said George. I looked up at him and saw him smiling in a somewhat sly way. I wonder if he always has that sly grin on his face, with mischief in his eyes…
"We're fine at the moment, thanks though," said James rather harshly.
"James, Liv, you didn't have to wait for me! Oh, it's you two…" said Tyler, coming into the Entrance Hall and spotting the Weasley twins. "What do you want?"
"Manners, Ty," I said. "We were only talking. Sorry 'bout him," I said turning back to the twins. "He likes to play the role of 'Protective Older Brother…'"
"I am older!" said Tyler
"By thirteen minutes, so would you forget about it!" I snapped.
Fred and George exchanged a look. Why do twins always do that? "Uh, maybe some other time…" said Fred.
"Maybe I'll talk to you guys some other time…alone," I said glaring at Tyler and James. I don't see why they don't like the Weasley twins.
"Don't worry about it, wouldn't want to upset your 'big brother,'" said George, a sympathetic look in his eyes. And before we could blink the two were across the room and teasing some little Slytherin girl, well, little for a Slytherin…
"Ollie, why do you always talk to them?" asked Tyler.
"It probably provokes them," said James. "That might be why they're always going after Cousin."
"No, they were 'attacking' her before we came along," I said. "I'm allowed to talk to whoever I want. Besides, they came to us, not the other way around. Why do you care?"
"Because Mum and Dad told me to keep you out of trouble; and believe me, those two are trouble," said Tyler.
"Mum and Dad told me the same thing about you, but you don't see me following you around and snapping at every girl you talk to. And of course those two are trouble. They are the definition of trouble, in fact it's probably their middle name! But it's all harmless fun, the Headmaster doesn't seem to mind their antics," I said.
James took a step or two back, I could tell he didn't want to get in the middle of it. I should have dragged him in…
"Whatever, just stay away from them, okay?" said Tyler.
"No, it's not 'okay.' I'll talk to whoever I want!" and with that I turned and stormed out of the Entrance Hall, through the giant front doors and out onto the grounds.
"Who does he think he is? Always telling me what to do," I muttered to myself as I crossed the grounds, not really watching where I was going. "I'm not that bad at judging the character of others…" Soon I found myself down by the lake. I stared out over the water, watching the waves lap up against the shore. I set my bag down and sat next to it, staring into the water. For some reason the water had a calming effect on me, or maybe it was hypnotic because I never heard them coming…
"I'm telling you, Harry, it just doesn't seem right," said the girl I recognized as Hermione Granger.
"How does it not 'seem right?' Snape is the most horrid teacher this school has ever seen," said a redheaded boy, I recognized him from the sorting, if I remember correctly he's a Weasley.
"Yes, Ron, but that doesn't mean that he—"
"Face it, Hermione, the guy is after something," said the dark haired boy, I was surprised to see that it was Harry Potter himself.
"But what?" asked Hermione.
"that's why we're going to visit Hagrid, to see if he knows anything about—" Harry cut himself off.
"Who are you?" asked the redheaded boy called Ron when they spotted me.
"Olivia," I said. "I'm sorry if I interrupted anything…"
"Er, no, it's quite all right," said Harry.
"I just needed a bit of quiet, I'd have been bothered in the library. My brother would have found me…"
"Family troubles?" asked the red head. "I know what that's like. I have five older brothers… the name's Ron Weasley," he added almost as an afterthought.
"Nice to meet you, Ron. You wouldn't happen to be related to Fred and George, would you?" I asked, knowing the answer already.
"Unfortunately, yes," said Ron. "They haven't done anything to you, have they?"
"No, although I've talked to them several times. I find them quite entertaining," I said.
"Entertaining?" said Hermione sarcastically. "It's a good thing you don't have to share the same common room with them."
"Or live with them," muttered Ron.
"Oh come on, they're not that bad," said Harry. Hermione glared at him so I decided to change the topic.
"It was nice meeting you, but I really should be going," I said. "If you ever want to speak with me again I can usually be found in the library. I just love that there are so many books there that I haven't read before!"
"I know, isn't it amazing!" said Hermione. "Muggle libraries aren't nearly as impressive…"
"C'mon Hermione, enough book talk," said Ron as he grabbed her arm and dragged her down the path.
I stood up and gathered my things as the trio walked towards Hagrid's cabin. I stood and watched them long enough to see them knock on the door and turned to leave. But wouldn't you know, I ran smack into an older Slytherin.
"Watch where you're going twerp," he sneered, glaring down at me.
This guy was huge! He must have been 6 foot 4 inches because he just towered over me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I—"
"Oh, come on guys, leave her alone," I heard someone behind me say. I recognized the voice and sure enough it was one of the Weasley twins!
"What're you gonna do, Weasel?" the big Slytherin asked as he snatched my bag away from me.
"Give it back," said the other Weasley twin, joining the first.
"And you're going to make us?" said another Slytherin who was almost as big as the first.
"What would you do if I didn't?" said the one with my bag.
"First off, you wouldn't be able to ride your brooms for the first Quidditch match," said one of the twins. At this point I'm pretty sure it was Fred.
"Second, you'd smell of dung bombs from now 'til Christmas," said the second, trying to look stern and foreboding. And I know this one is George…Something about his smile…
"Third—"
"That's enough," said the third Slytherin. "Flint, just give it back. She ain't worth it. None of them are…"
"Oh, I'll give it back all right!" said the one with my bag, the one called Flint. And before I could react my bag lay in shreds at my feet, my books, quills, parchment and ink spread out all over the grass and the Weasley twins standing in front of me to shield me from and hexes or curses the Slytherins might send my way.
The Slytherins left, laughing like idiots and heading toward the castle. "Are you all right?" asked George, holding me by the shoulders at arms length to make sure I wasn't bleeding anywhere. I nodded my head and he smiled.
"They sure made a mess out of your things," said Fred. Already he was bending down and picking up my books.
"I-I'm fine, thanks," I finally managed to say somewhat shakily. George smiled again and patted my arm before letting me go to help his brother. "Who where they?" I asked as I knelt down beside them to gather my quills and other items.
"The one with your bag was Marcus Flint," said Fred.
"Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team," said George.
"And a real idiot," added Fred.
"Our pranks are harmless and funny—" said George.
"—But they like to cause trouble," said Fred.
"And pain," added George. "Here, hold these," he said, handing me my books. "REPAIRO!" and next thing I knew, my bag was as good as new.
"Thanks," I said a bit speechless, as he handed me my bag.
"Anytime," they both said. I smiled and put my books back in my bag.
"Just keep an eye out in the future," said Fred.
"And let us know if you ever need our help," said George.
"See ya around, kid," said Fred, and the two left heading toward the large front doors of the castle.
"Bye," I muttered, slightly dazed.
I went back to the common room, rather than visiting the library and curled up in a chair to reflect over the days events (and to write here). James was there too, but I never said anything and neither did he…
I think I'm going to go read a book. I picked up this fascinating one about famous wizards and alchemists…
Live, Laugh, Love
—Olivia James
A/N: I've got plenty more written, just not typed... more eventually...