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/NI'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

October 5, 3:47 am

I just woke up from another strange dream and I just had to write it down, least I forget…

I was standing at the edge of the Lake, staring out over the water. There was excitement in the air and everyone in the castle was moving around busily as if preparing for something. But I wasn't happy, unlike the rest of the students. The dream is just like the other one I had; no faces or names, just emotions and feelings. As I stood at the water's edge, robes fluttering in the wind, someone came up behind me and wrapped their arms around me in a hug. And now, as I lie awake, I can't think of who it could have been…somehow I know it wasn't Tyler… But in the dream I obviously knew him, and knew him well because I turned and buried my head in his shoulder.

"He should have been here," I said, my voice muffled by the other's robes. "He should have lived."

At that point I was so overcome by emotion that I woke up. The weird part is that when I woke I was sobbing almost uncontrollably into my pillow. This is the second dream I've had with the blurry faces and strong emotions. It almost felt like someone had died or something. I never had dreams like this back at home, they started when I came here. I hope they don't come true, because it felt like someone close to me had died or disappeared. I don't even want to think of who it was, but I have to go talk to Tyler.

You know what, I can't wait. I'm going to go see him now. I have to talk to him. Sometimes we share dreams, maybe we shared this one too…

Live, Laugh, Love

—Olivia James

4:50am

So I snuck into the boys' dorm and found Tyler. He was lying in bed crying and he had just awoken. I whispered that we needed to talk and he followed me out to the common room. There I told him about my dream, and how I had awoken up crying also. But when I asked him if that's what he had dreamt about he told me a different story.

"Oh, Ollie it was horrible," he said, his eyes down cast. "I've had another strange dream this year, but this one definitely qualifies as a nightmare.

"I was with someone else, a friend of mine, although I don't know who, and we were in a graveyard, but not by choice. I don't know how he got there but the one who transported us was now torturing us. 'Let's see if the theories are true,' the man hissed. His voice was so cold; Ol…it sent shivers down my spine," Tyler said, recalling the dream. "His voice was cold and vicious, and he had beady little eyes. He just looked evil. The next thing I felt was pain, and lots of it. And I remember asking him to stop, that he was hurting you. But you weren't even there Ol. All I knew is that you were off safe somewhere.

"The pain stopped and started several times, then there was a green flash of light and nothing… I felt nothing. And I mean, no pain, no fear, no…no life…nothing. At that point I woke up, I was still crying because of the pain, but I was so worried about you. I was thinking about sending an owl or something to contact you when there you were, staring at me through the crack in the curtains," he looked up at me and our eyes met. We had both witnessed something horrible that could possibly be in our future, and there was nothing we could do about it.

"Maybe we should tell Professor Dumbledore," suggested Tyler after a few moments of silence.

"I don't know," I said. "It almost sounds like You-Know-Who attacked you in your dream, but he's been gone for 11 years."

"Gone, but maybe not dead," said Tyler.

We both sat on the couch in front of the dying fire, holding each other's hands for comfort and support (like we did as young children when awoken by a storm or nightmare) until the Fat Friar cam gliding through the common room wall and sent us to bed. My mind is racing and I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep, but I'm going to try. Let's see, it's about 5:07 in the morning now, I might be able to get at least another hour and a half of sleep before cousin wakes me up to go to the library before breakfast. If I have any more dreams you'll be sure to hear about it…

Live, Laugh, Love

—Olivia James

7:30 am

Oh my gosh, you wouldn't believe it! I had another weird dream, although not as disturbing as the other. It started off normal, well, normal for a dream, but ended up as one of those weird futuristic dreams. Oddly enough, the dream wasn't mine…it was kind of an-out-of-body experience…

The dream started with visions of my brother and I playing around outside our house when we were five then it switched to a vision of Cousin and I chatting in the Great Hall, a bunch of random scenes like that. Then it shifted to a dark corridor. It wasn't me, but I was looking through someone else's eyes. I don't know, it all seemed so odd…

In the dark corridor there were two others with me, I'm not sure who though, and there was a sense of danger or a sense that we weren't supposed to be there. Just as I, or whoever, was about to open the door the scene shifted. Now there was only two of us. Something bad had happened to the third, and a sense of worry had been added to the sense of uncertainty and fear. Before us was a table with several potion bottles on it, then the scene shifted again. Now I was alone and standing in front of a mirror. All of a sudden, the dream ended and I woke up. Slightly dazed and confused it took me a moment to realize where I was and who was shaking me awake; and to remember the disturbing visions and thoughts of the night before.

Even as I sit here writing this, I keep thinking about what Tyler said before going to bed "Gone, but maybe not dead." I can't help but get the feeling that there is some sort of trouble at hand, and not the juvenile mischief of the Weasley twins…

I've got to go, Cousin and Laura are here, ready and waiting for me to come to breakfast with them. I haven't seen outside yet, but I hope the day is just as beautiful as yesterday!

Live, Laugh, Love

—Olivia James

1:00 pm

Whoa, hey! Four entries in one day! I think this is a record for me. Ha, you'll be sick of me by the end of the day…

The clouds and cold must have come in the night, because this morning the ceiling in the Great Hall mirrored the stone gray sky outside, complete with big rolling storm clouds. All morning it seemed as if it would start raining at any moment, but it didn't come until noon while everyone was enjoying their lunch. Without warning lightning shot across the ceiling, shortly followed by a very loud explosion of noise outside. Quite a few girls in the Hall shrieked, while others just jumped. I nearly leapt out of my seat, dropping my fork with a loud clatter onto my plate. After a few moments of nervous silence the Great Hall erupted into excited, anxious voices. After the initial strike of lightning and roar of thunder more followed, but were more or less ignored. I saw several students looking up at the ceiling, watching the magical lightning light up the Hall and enjoying the mystical streaks as nature put on a lovely firework display.

So, needless to say everyone stayed inside (as it is still pouring down rain). The common room is too noisy for homework, and the library is unusually crowded so I decided to just curl up in bed with a good book and to update you (although I really need to work on my homework). I wouldn't want to show up to Potions Monday without Snape's latest essay if someone paid me 1,000 galleons! Okay, so maybe I would…

Also I need to ask Laura about this one spell I read about. I've been studying ahead in Charms and Transfiguration, and from what I've heard the only other first year that is advanced as I am is Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor. Although she's further along then I am, and from what Cousin and Laura told me several of the Ravenclaws are jealous. I don't think I'm that smart, but I've got common sense and I just so happen to find those two subjects fascinating. It's easier to learn things when you're interested, trust me.

Tyler would say I'm stalling…avoiding my homework until the last minute… I just don't feel like doing it. :Sigh: fine, fine…stop nagging. I'll go do it… (No, I'm not crazy; I was only talking to myself…)

Live, Laugh, Love

—Olivia James

A/N: R&R please...You know the drill