Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you think Sirius would have died? I think not. I do, however, own my own characters.
Ok, so you probably all think I died. Well, I didn't, and I'm back with a new chapter. I hope you are all smiling, and not frowning at my procrastinating personality.
A shadow snaked out of it's hiding place after Narcissa left, staring after her. It looked at the bookshelf where the diary was hidden. It didn't follow Narcissa. Instead, it picked up the book and began to read. It read up to the fifth entry, and became bored. It put the book back, and left, but not before it gave a quick glance around the library.
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Narcissa came back the next day, oblivious of the shadow that was there the previous evening. She picked up where she had left off:
August 20, 19761:27 A.M.
Life is complicated. No doubt about it… but sometimes, don't you think it's too much to handle? Right now, I absolutely hate it. Funny how I was happy a week ago (yes, it's been a week), and now I'm as depressed as I can get. Eleven year olds can fall into depression; so don't give me that "look." I hate that look. Mother gives it to me every time I tell her something, and she thinks I'm lying, or behaving badly, or both. Why can't she leave me alone, huh? WHY! Wow, that was a lot of anger… it's usually Matt to be the one exploding out of the blue. Well, we are similar…
Yes, it's 1:30 in the morning. I can't sleep. I feel like I'm being watched. Creep, isn't it? Cissy just whimpered… I think she's having another one of her nightmares. I'm going to wake her up.
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If anyone looked in the room, Narcissa appeared to be reminiscing, but she wasn't. She was trying not to cry, stifling the sound by biting on her tongue… like she had learned to do when Draco was younger, and Lucius had had a particularly sharp tongue.
She remembered that day, that night. Her sister had tried to comfort her by rubbing her back, and holding her close... but not anymore. Bella now looked at her with disdain whenever she cried. Crying was tantamount to weakness, and weakness meant remorse. Death Eaters were not allowed to show remorse, for it sometimes meant death. The Dark Lord did not like any signs of weakness, or emotion, for that matter.
"Mistress? It's time to go to the train station... Master Draco will be waiting," Mandy stated.
"Yes, yes, of course Mandy. In a moment, if you please," was Narcissa's cool reply. She wanted to finish the entry before she went to get Draco from Platform 9 and ¾.
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She went back to sleep. She was having the nightmare. You know, the one that's about dying? Everyone in this house seems to be afraid of something… odd. Well, most of us, anyway.
Matt: The hates color pink. He claims it blinds him. Honestly, he overreacts.
Andy: She hates people who are judgmental. Especially if they judge her. They find out quickly that she can be quite scary and frightening… serves them right.
Me: The dark. I know, I know, someone my age should have gotten over it, but still… at night, I hear things, whispers and chants. It's freaky.
Cissy: She doesn't want to die. She's afraid that if she dies, her porcelain-like skin will burn off in Hell. Seriously though, who ever said she was going to Hell?
Sirius: He despises fuzzy things. Like he once took Reggie's fuzzy bear and gouged it with a knife. His excuse: The bear was staring at him murderously; it had to be killed. Sirius is one strange fellow.
Reggie: He hates people who are stronger and better than he is… which is almost everyone.
You see? My entire family consists of dysfunctional (I learned that word from Andy) beings. Wow, that sentence was quite "sophisticated." There I go again! Andy is rubbing off on me. Someone's coming up the stairs. I have to go. If a grown-up catches me up this late… I'll be in some major trouble.
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She looked up at the clock, and spluttered. She was late. Narcissa raced downstairs to see Mandy holding Floo powder in her hand, waiting for her Mistress.
Narcissa threw the powder into the fireplace, and spoke clearly, "King's Cross, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters," and with a crack and green smoke, Narcissa found herself staring at an emptying platform.
"You're late."
Narcissa turned to find herself staring into the steely gray eyes of her son, who was fuming with anger.
"I… I'm sorry. I lost track of time. I didn't mean for you to wait so long…" she trailed off, and hoped Draco would stop glowering.
He stopped glaring daggers at her to consider her apology, "What kept you anyway? I've been waiting for at least fifteen minutes. Even Crabbe and Goyle have gone!"
"Oh, stop complaining," she was starting to get annoyed, "I'm here, now, aren't I?"
"Yeah, yeah… whatever."
"Don't say that word."
"What word?"
"Whatever."
"Whatever what? What's the word?"
"WHATEVER!"
"Huh… Why are you so pissed? Is it that time of the month?"
She was now glaring so hatefully towards Draco, that if looks could kill, he would have been died at least seven times. Clearly, he misunderstood Narcissa's "whatever" to mean "nevermind," and the both of them were becoming quite frustrated and flustered…
"THE WORD IS WHATEVER!" she finally screeched, drawing the attention of the little people that was still at the train station.
"Oh. Why didn't you say that in the first place?"
Narcissa opened her mouth to start spitting poison at her son, but she thought for a second, and closed her mouth. Finishing their bicker, Narcissa apparated the both of them home, deciding that it was more efficient than Flooing. Draco stormed off to his room, leaving Narcissa alone. She took this opportunity to catch up on some reading.
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August 22, 19764:32 P.M.
Father seems a bit jittery lately. He jumps at the smallest of noises, and becomes extremely angry with us for nothing in particular. Is something wrong at work? Or is he just being… I dunno, weird.
Travis came over today. He's one of my best friends, and he's the heir to the Zabini fortune! But, of course, everyone thinks he's way more proper than I am. They don't and/or can't understand why he befriended me. He told me that he liked the way I think and how I was different from everyone else he knew, and, he mentioned that I wasn't a "stuck-up jerk like the rest of them." Well, I bet you want to know what he looks like, right? He has blue hair (dyed). It's naturally a little spiky and messy, but I think it looks cool. I forgot what his hair color was. I think it was brown. He's changed it too many times. He has the most gorgeous green eyes that turn blue when he feels extremely angry or happy. He's about a week older than me, which makes him eleven, and…
OOOOHH… CISSY WAS READING OVER MY SHOULDER. I hate it when she does that, and she just giggled. I absolutely hate people who giggle. Ugh.
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Narcissa chuckled. She remembered that day. Bella had chased her around the entire house (their parents weren't home, Matt was supposed to be "baby-sitting") screaming, "WHY YOU LITTLE BEAST!" And Narcissa had enjoyed taunting Bella by singing, "Bella and Trav, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Bella with a baby carriage!" Then, Bella had promptly tackled her. Oh, how red Bella had turned when Travis coughed a small cough from behind, and was watching them with much interest and amusement in his eyes.
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Oh… my… goodness! I can't believe… what… I'm so embarrassed! Oh, but I will get my revenge on Cissy, if it's the last thing I do! Huh, maybe Marissa and I can set her straight with some pudding.
Marissa, or Mary as we like to call her, is one of the smartest people I know (including Andy, which is saying a lot), but she's also one of the slyest, and doesn't always use her smarts for the "right things." She's my other best friend. Ok, so she's not as attractive and stunning as Travis (Cissy just giggled again!), but she's pretty in her own way. Classy is a better word to describe her. She wears long, flowing, bold- colored skirts and loose, long-sleeved shirts that are always unique. Her mother buys her clothes, and she destroys, or "tweaks" them a bit. She makes her clothes one of a kind, and she likes the strange looks people give her. She has long, auburn hair that's layered. It flows down her back in waves like a waterfall. It's so soft and pretty, that I want to pet it. Her honey-colored eyes are always shining with mischief, and for some reason, she hates Cissy. Well, hate is a rather strong word. It's more of a dislike. Marie hates girly girls, and the color pink… like Matt. Weird.
She's the ultimate prankster, sort of like Sirius, except she thinks all her plans through thoroughly, and she rarely gets caught. When she does, she gives the adult her puppy look, and it always, and I mean always wins them over. How does she do it? I have no idea.
Did I mention that she's Trav's twin? Fraternal, of course, but they have almost nothing in common. She's always happy and carefree, while Travis is more serious and thoughtful. I love them both.
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Narcissa scoffed. She hadn't like Marie very much, either.
Travis… he was always so sweet and sarcastic with an unusually sharp tongue. Of course, the Dark Lord did not like to be taunted, and so, Travis was silenced… for all of eternity.
That was also the last time Bella cried. The last time she shed her tears for someone she cared about. The final time she let her emotions control her… but never again.
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Watching Narcissa leave the room, it shot out of its hiding place out into the dark room. It snatched the aging book from the shelf, and jumped out the open window. The shadow had disappeared before it hit the ground.
Author's Note: Sorry that I haven't been posting me a lot. I have a lot of stuff to do for home and school. Yeah, that was a lame excuse, but it's the TRUTH, so THERE! Hahaha! -chokes-
Well, that was corny. And cheesy.
But I hope you liked the chapter.
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