Disclaimer: In no way do I own Harry Potter or any other plot thing in this story except for the OC.
A/N- Ok, I get it! I'm a horrible writer, blah blah blah, I should stop writing this, OMG I'VE WRITTEN A MARY-SUE. What do I have to say to you? Deal. Just deal with it, because while writing MAY be your life, it may be your forte, it's not mine. Besides, the way I see it is fanfiction is just practice. Unless you decide to buy Harry Potter, none of us are going to see our fanfics fly off anyway, so deal with it and leave the flaming to the people that have already told me off.
I don't need another review about how I'm such a horrible person because I decide to continue a story. Jeez.
09/01
Dear Journal,
I really can't believe that I'm actually writing in one of these... I mean, this could be classified as a diary. And besides, talking to a book? Really, how utterly pathetic? Oh yes, I'm Trinity Morgan Lionheart. So. Right now, I am on a train to Hogwarts. Yes, my family and I have moved to Britain. I honestly have no idea why. I wish I was still back at Salem's. But then again, no one would miss me. And I won't miss them. Ok now, about me. I'm from America, I'm currently in my 7th year of school, and yes, did I mention that I can do magic? Well, I can, and so what?
Arghs, some people just came into my compartment. Okay, well the good thing about my mother is that she teaches me good spells. Such as one that lets my quill record everything that's said. Well, here it goes.
"Err, excuse me, can we sit here?" says Harry Potter. Oh holy shit. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Read about him in some book...
"Um, sure," I say.
"Thanks a lot," says some guys with red hair. We find out later that it's Ronald Weasley.
"No problem," I say.
Alright now, here comes a bushy haired girl carrying some book. We also find out later that her name's Hermione Granger.
"'Mione, where were you!" Ron says.
"Late, sorry, it was Crookshanks. Who's that?" she asks rudely and points to me.
"Uh, hmm. I don't know," Harry says stupidly.
"Trinity Lionheart," I say.
"Oh, are you from the states? I can tell from your accent... So that must mean that you went to the Salem Academy!" says Hermione.
"Uh huh, that's where I'm from," I say in a non-emotional voice. I don't know how I'm feeling right now... Considering Potter is famous, he might be arrogant and his friends might be arrogant too. So, I'm trying not to make friends with them until I find out more about them.
Soon, Ron and Harry talk about Quidditch, which I despise. Hermione tries to start conversations with me, but I keep my answers short. This is my spy mode. Ok, not spy mode, but observant mode. Mother calls it that because... Well, I don't really know. She starts reading, while I keep writing.
You know, writing is actually enjoyable. It takes up some time. Hmm, Ron's looking at me. Wonder why...
"Hey," says Ron.
"Hi," I say, curious.
"Don't worry about him, he's just trying that on every other half decent looking girl," Harry says.
"I'm half decent looking? Interesting," I say.
Now, Enter the Malfoy. The idiotic imbecile that even I can't come up with enough insults for.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood. And here seems someone new. I'm Draco Malfoy. And you are?" he says, extending his hand out. As if I would ever let that piece of trash touch me.
"Someone that you don't deserve to know or touch. Trinity Lionheart, please call me Ms. Lionheart," I said, my voice just seeping venom. All the while, Ron and Harry are restraining each other and then, they start gawking at my braveness. Please. Kill me.
"Ah, the Lionheart family. Tell me; is your family as rich as Weasel's yet? Or are they still in debt?"
"I believe that you would know, after all it was your father that put us in that position. And if he had thought, which I highly doubt he is capable of, he would have eliminated all of our accounts, wizarding and muggle." Ha-ha, in your face Malfoy!
"Hmm, I think you need a lesson of how to respect your betters. Lacero!"
Must interrupt really quick. Think about it. I'm in a carriage with Harry Potter, good-doer, and in danger a lot. Does he think that he would let his guard down?
Anyways, I wouldn't have needed his help anyway. Mother taught me this spell that's like muggle pepper-spray. Though I don't think that I'm supposed to know that because she told me not to tell anyone about it.
"Wow that was bloody awesome! Can you show us how to do that?" Ron asks. Can you guess what my answer was? Aw, come on just guess. I mean, it's not like I just wrote it up there.
"No," I said flatly.
"Aw, come on, why not?" asks Ron. He should die.
"Because, I'm not supposed to."
"Why?"
"Because I can't!" And then I left.
Searching for another compartment now. Oh, found one... With some old guy in it. Well, not really old, late 20's or 30's I would say. Oh well, I was never good at guessing ages. Hmm... I think he's a professor. But then again, why would he be riding the train? Oh well, he's asleep, which lets me write. Good. And about that thing where I knew Malfoy. His father put our family in debt somehow, by doing something with Father's company.
Ahh! Oh my god, he woke up, hitting my head in the process. My poor, poor head... Oh yes, conversation.
"Oh, Merlin, are you alright?" says old guy.
"Yes, it's just a bump, nothing more," I say.
"I don't recognize you... You're new, aren't you?" Right here, I so wanted to say, "No! Really!" But I resisted the urge.
"I'm your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor; Remus J. Lupin at your service," he says. Suddenly he doesn't look so old. He looks more like scary and hyper all at the same time... Anyways.
"Trinity Lionheart, transfer from the Salem academy, in the states. I'm here for my 7th year."
"Oh, really? Have you been sorted yet?"
"Yes, it was private. Gryffindor, if you must know."
"How interesting... Have you met Harry and his friends yet? They really are enjoyable company."
Fortunately for me, the train stopped. This was very peculiar. I mean, you could hear screams everywhere. The skies then turned dark.
The professor then stood and turned to me. "Don't go anywhere, I'll go check with the conduct-" To my amazement, the door opened. And then, a dementor, yes, a dementor, came out of no where. It was very interesting. I mean, it's the first time I saw one of these. The good thing is that I read about them before. That's when it hit me. They were here to attack us.
"Expecto Patronum!" I shouted. Out of my wand came a silvery dragon. The effect was amazing. They just fled out. I mean, when I looked out in the hall, my dragon just cleaned all of them out. I guess that my happy memory was a bit strong... but how strong can humiliating a popular girl be? Anyways, I've practiced before, buy I never had a full fledged Patronus.
"Wow, that was... well, I'm speechless!" He says.
"Well, thank you!" I say happily. I mean, this guy that looks like a professor says that you did a spell right. Wouldn't you be happy?
"Where did you-" he started. But the door opened again to reveal... Oh, those three. By "those three" I mean Potter, Granger, and Weasley.
"Professor! Did you see the dementors? Why are they here?" Hermione asked a bit too quickly.
"Well, I get no hello, no hi? You don't see me for a year and I get a 'Professor! Did you see the dementors? Why are they here?' I guess I'm not that important then..." he said, looking sad. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I kept my self restraint.
"It hasn't been a year, it hasn't even been an hour!" exclaimed Hermione. Yes, I use these words, got a problem? I mean, I could introduce you to a fireplace, right?
"Anyways, why are the dementors here again? Has another person escaped from Azkaban?"
"Honestly, I don't know. Now, have you met Miss Lionheart here yet? She's new to Hogwarts," he said. Drat him. I could've stayed away from them; I could've had a perfectly popular people free life. But no, he just had to ask.
"Oh we've met; I believe Ron was the reason why she left." Umm, I'm kind of right here if you haven't noticed...
"What did he do?" Lupin asked. Oh why do you have to be so nosy? I mean, I was starting to like him too.
"Yes, what did I do?" Ron asked. Like I said, he should die.
"Well, I think it's because-" Hermione started. Because I am who I am, I interrupted. "Because of nothing. I was just tired, that's all." Then we all just stayed there. I resorted to staring at the landscape, Harry sitting across from me doing the same. But then again, I can multi-task, which is why you are hearing (or rather reading) this story.
I still don't know what to think of them. For all I know, they could be really arrogant and everyone else hates them. Or loves them. I don't know, I'm just confused. Oh, well, we've arrived, so I'll write later when I get the chance.
-Trinity
