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This is set in the 7th year in the time of the marauders. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This counts for the entire story! I'm not going through this again! "I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. If I did, I would be rolling around in my mountains of money and wouldn't be bothered posting this on the internet. I do own however, own Verity Chambers, and the other characters I invented for the purpose of this story. The plot's mine too! Well apart from the Harry Potter bit... so no sueing!"


Dear Diary


In the shadows of the owlery, high in one of the towers of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat a girl. Alone and miserable, she scribbled into a tattered book, her long brown hair hanging over her face, tears falling onto the pages, spattering and blurring the ink. She paused for a moment, looking up at the door in puzzlement. She was sure she'd heard a noise. She shugged it off, furiously writing with her white feathered quill.

Dear Diary,

I used to wish my life was more exciting. I used to wish I could be part of some adventure, where I would be the hero in some fantastic tale of courage and strength. Where bad things would happen, but due to the fact I was so smart and brave, I would conquer all challenges and live happily after.

Be careful what you wish for.

Sure. I'm part of an adventure. Bad things are happening. But I can't overcome them. I'm not smart, brave, courageous or strong. I'm anything but.

I'm a little bunny, hiding in a hole, away from the big bad wolf. I'm safe for now. But not for forever. The Wolf is hungry. And it will dig and dig and dig. It will sniff me out, it will find me, cowering in the darkness. Then it will seize me and carry me off to where it will devour me.

I can't run.

I can't hide.

There is no escape.

She stopped again as a scratching noise came from the door. She felt a prickle of fear. The owls hooting from all around her offered comfort in bad times, but no protection.

"Who's there?" she called uneasily.

Nothing.

Frowning, she got up and walked slowly to the arched doorway. It creaked open as she leant out and peeked into the corridor, her eyes searching the inky darkness beyond.

Suddenly, a pale hand reached out and snatched at the girl's wrist.

"Did you think you could escape me, Verity?" the thin, high voice sneered.

Abruptly she was jerked forth and was sent flying forward, down the hard stone steps, rolling and tumbling to the bottom, lying there, unmoving. Wicked laughter echoed around the corridor as a tall, thin man walked calmly down the steps after her and strolled casually away.


A/N:

Ok, it was short. I'm sorry! I'll update again very very soon. :D

Thanks to Alisa, Angela, Carmen, Linda and Lydia for reading over this before I posted.

Please review! But please don't flame... if there's something wrong, feel free to say so, but flaming is just hurtful and mean. Thanks.

Little Kity