Disclaimer: Ok, I admit it! I own Harry Potter. In my fantasy world, of course.

Remember:

Italics -Bella's diary

Normal -conversations (flashbacks) from the diary and the "real" world (Narcissa)

Bold - somewhere else in a different place

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She ran threw the field feeling the grass brush against her ankles and legs. She threw her head back and laughed, her shiny blonde hair flying all over the place. Suddenly, she turned around and yelled out.

"Madison, get over here! Come on! You know you want to play tag with me!"

A shy girl sat at the base of a maple tree with her legs drawn up in front of her. She shook her head gently. She did not want to play. All she wanted was to be left alone.

"No Alexis…I'm not in the mood for playing right now. Maybe later."

Alexis stopped twirling in the wind. She stared at her friend. Her eyes hardened. She felt the unwanted anger rising within her. Why was Madison always like this?

She called out vehemently, "Madison Richardson. If you don't get up this instant I'll come over there and drag you up by your hair!"

Fiery brown met icy blue-green. They stared at each other until Madison's eyes looked away, ashamed.

"All right, all right, I'm coming." Reluctantly, she stood up, brushing off the dead leaves and dirt that clung to her skirt.

Alexis clapped her hands in victory, her anger quickly evaporating. She was never one to be angry at someone for too long. "Yay! Now, I'll be It, and I'll chase you. Ready? RUN!"

The two young girls ran around and around the meadow as fast as they could (which wasn't very fast considering that they were in skirts), cheeks flushed with excitement, leaving the world behind as they entered their own fantasy world. Forgetting their problems, putting every worry behind them, they chased each other for what seemed like ages until the both of them could run no longer. They sat down to rest, simply happy to be with their best friend.

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Narcissa was frantic. She couldn't find the diary anywhere… she'd searched the entire ground floor and was now tearing apart Draco's room while he stared in horror.

"Mum! What the hell!" he yelled (or whined like a spoiled brat).

"Did you happen to take an old book off a shelf that had blue swirls on it? It was in the library and now I can't find it. Where the heck could it have gone? Do you think your father has it? Well, I can't ask him anyways. He's at the Ministry. Where has it gone? Maybe Mandy ha…"

Draco slapped his hand over her mouth to stop her muttering.

"Firstly, no. I do not have some silly stupid book of yours. Secondly, it's probably where you left it. Thirdly, father can't possibly have it because he never goes into the library. Fourthly, Mandy doesn't go into the library either, and what would she want with a book? She can't read. Fifthly (is that even a word?), why do you care about some moldy old book? And lastly, STOP TEARING MY ROOM APART, YOU OLD HAG!"

Narcissa huffed.

"Well, if you're going to speak to your mother like that, young man, then you should clean this mess up by yourself. With no magic, and with no help from the house elves."

She strode out of the room with Draco's wand in hand, leaving him gaping at the remains of his tattered room. Narcissa was determined to find the book. Even if it meant storming into the Ministry to ask her husband.

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"Ouch! You're pulling to tight!" Madison cried out.

"Sorry, sorry, but you need to brush your hair more often! It's all tangled and… UGH! THERE'S A BUG IN YOUR HAIR!"

Madison shot up from her spot, screaming, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Where is it? Get it off of me! Nasty, creepy crawling creatur--" She turned around to see Alexis on the ground in peals of laughter.

"HA HA HA HA HA! I can't believe you fell for that! You should have seen the look on your face!" Alexis managed to breathe out.

"I don't see what's so funny. Now you have to restart braiding my hair again. AND, who knows, I might slip something into your bed one night."

Alexis stopped giggling immediately. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me," was the curt reply.

"Fine." Alexis got up. "Fine," she repeated.

"I thought so," she smirked. "Do you still want to braid my hair?"

Alexis thought for a moment. She was a little annoyed at Madison for "threatening" her, but Madison was letting her braid her hair. Which was a rare occurrence.

"Ok," she nodded, "but I'm going to try a French braid, so don't get made at me if it turns out funny looking."

"Don't worry. I won't get mad. I'll just refuse to braid my hair for the rest of my life. I'll tell everyone that you've scarred me for life."

Alexis rolled her eyes. "Stop being so dramatic and sit down."

Grumbling, Madison complied, and sat down on a rock near a small brook. She watched the water for a moment before asking, "Do you hate me?"

Startled by the question, Alexis pulled harder on the strand of dark hair then she intended. "What! Why do you ask that? Do you think I hate you?"

"Agh! Don't pull so hard. I was just wondering. I know how I can be sometimes. I just hope you didn't take things personally," Madison replied quietly. She continued to stare at the water.

Following her gaze, Alexis surveyed the water. "I don't take things personally. Don't worry. I know you don't mean everything you say. It's always the anger talking." She sighed gently, and continued, "I know all of this, but your dad doesn't always understand. He's always away on business trips, and since… well, you know, he's been trying really, really hard, and you're always pushing him away. I don't know if you know, but it hurts him. A lot."

Madison snorted, and hissed, "What would you know? You're a little princess with your whole family there to protect you. You always see things from your point of view. Why can't you see it from my perspective? Why can't you understand!" She started laughing an empty laugh. "You don't know how I feel. You know nothing, so stop lecturing me about my life. It's mine, and I want you to BUTT. OUT!"

Alexis stopped braiding her hair altogether. She was shocked. Madison had never spoke at her like that. Sure, there was the occasional outburst, but she'd never said anything that hurt so much.

"Fine. If that's what you really think of me, then I'll get out of your life, but don't come crawling back to me if when you need a friend." She got up, and walked towards the trees. Madison watched, and waited for her friend to stop. Alexis kept walking, never once looking back.

'Wait, is she really going into the woods? There are all sorts of things in there. The adults had always told us to stay away from there. What the heck does she think she's doing? Well, if she thinks I'm going to run after her…'

"Alexis! Wait! You can't go in there! We both know that. It's forbidden!"

"So you suddenly care, do you?" Alexis called out from ahead, still walking into the trees. Suddenly, she was out of sight. The trees obscured Madison's view of her friend. No noises came from the forest. It was silent.

Madison started panicking. She didn't know what to do. Surely Alexis would have realized that she was sorry… right? Of course, but where was she? A shrill scream tore Madison from her thoughts. Birds flew away from the woods. Something was wrong. On instinct, she ran. Not homeward, but towards the heart of the forest.

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"Where is he? Where is my husband!" Narcissa had stormed into the Ministry only a few minutes before, and had demanded to know where Lucius was.

The unfortunate man she had asked was now supporting a bruised eye (which was quickly becoming a nasty shade of purple and blue). He stuttered, "I…in there, i… in th… there..." and pointed to a door to their left. He quickly hurried away, not wanting to be there when Narcissa found Lucius. He shuddered at the thought.

The door banged open with such force that the glass of a picture shattered. People ducked. Some drew their wands, and then quickly lowered them when they saw Narcissa with fire in her eyes. The ministry members ran and took cover under the meeting table. Lucius was left standing in the middle of the room, unable to move or speak.

Finally regaining his senses after a minute, he said harshly, "What the hell are you doing here woman? Do you think you can just barge in on any of my important meetings any time you like?"

Narcissa snorted. "You're beside yourself Lucius. I only want to know what you did to my book."

"I am not beside myself, woman. And what book…WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Have you gone mad!" Lucius was becoming hysterical (haha… that would be cool). His meeting went horribly, his wife just stormed into Ministry, his reputation was basically ruined, and his wife was a mad woman. That was just too much for a man to handle. Lucius flew out the door, wanting to get away from anything and everything.

Ministry members were now timidly trying to get past Narcissa, not wanting to get hurt. She gave them a look, and with a squeak, they all ran back under the table. She smiled a satisfied smile. Her day was going by pretty well. She had managed to punish Draco, scare off her husband, and almost kill Ministry members with her attitude. Oh, this was paradise. Now if only she could find that book…

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She snorted in disgust. Why was Narcissa reading this? It was full of shit from her childhood. Happy memories and things like that. Well, there was nothing really interesting in it. Maybe she should give it back…

"DAMN IT!" she screamed, throwing the book across the room where it skidded to a halt a few moments later.

Bellatrix stared at the little diary before her, and sneered. She had been so naïve back then… but there were things in that book that were quite personal. She walked towards it and picked it up, quickly flipping through. She tore out pages that were not meant to be read. If her sister wanted to read it so bad, she was going to let her. Bellatrix had always wanted to make her little sister happy. With a defeated sigh, Bellatrix apparated away to the Malfoy Manor. She was sure that Narcissa was tearing it apart in search of the book.

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Draco could not believe how his mother could make such a mess with her bare hands. His mattress was tipped off the side of the bed, and his blankets and pillows were on the floor. Some of the stuffing had come out of the rips made from the knife that was lying near his foot. His books and magazines were scattered on the once clean, black-carpeted floor. Pieces of paper were everywhere. Seriously, where did all that paper come from? He glanced around. His eyes landed on what seemed like a collection of books. 'Oh, my diaries,' he thought. His eyes widened when he realized what he'd just figured out.

Narcissa had tore out almost every page in his collection of 12 diaries, starting from the one that was written when he was 5 (Malfoys learned to express themselves very early on in life) to his most recent events. He stared in horror. He had no wand to repair them with. He made himself look away.

His desk was overturned, lying in its side with the drawers pulled out. Quills and little trinkets littered the floor around it. His closet was open, and he made his way over and peered inside. His clothes were strewn about. Jackets were on the floor, shirts on his shoes, his shoes on the upper shelves, his pants were burnt, and his robes… he turned around. His robes were on the other side of his room… in ashes. 'Wow, mum's really scary when she's pissed.'

He walked into the bathroom and yelled ('men' don't scream; they only know how to yell). He hurried over to the cabinet over the sink and wailed in despair. His mom had emptied out all his containers of hair gel… like that's where someone could hide a damn book. He sniffled. 'I will not cry. I will not cry. Oh, who am I kidding!' He threw his arms up and began crying, tears streaming down his face. He slapped himself mentally. 'Get a grip of yourself Draco! You can always buy more hair gel. After all, you are rich... and handsome. You're family's loaded, and you're extremely talented and gifted. Wait, did I mention I was filthy rich? ' He smirked. He was just so good at being vain.

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Author's Note: Working on chapter five… so keep hoping it'll be up soon, ok? Okay.

For Clarification: The second bold part takes place about 2 years after the first one.

Sneak peak:
"Black bottomless orbs peered at her through the foggy red haze."
"Satisfied with his reply, Bella left with a pop."