Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except the plot. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling.

It all started when I was eleven and starting my first year at Hogwarts. I was so excited to go. My brothers, all older than me, had gone to Hogwarts. One of my brothers, Ron made friends with Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. And I...I was terribly crushing on him. Everytime he talked, I listened intently. I secretly hoped he would notice me. He never did.

When we arrived at Hogwarts, I was sorted into Gryffindor, along with everyone else in my family.

One night while I was sitting on my bed, I remembered that I had Transfiguration homework and went to fetch the textbook out of my cauldron. What surprised me was that another book fell out with it. A black, leather bound book. I flipped open the pages, all blank. Looked to me like an ordinary diary. So, I thought I could write in it, tell it my feelings and about my love for Harry Potter. That's where I made my first mistake.

I met someone through that diary. Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was my friend. My only friend. I thought I could trust him. But then when I told him about Harry, he wanted me to do things. Help him become free, he had said. And I wanted him to be, I really did. So, I did what he asked. Let the Basilisk loose and let it petrify some people. Then, he turned on me. Brought me down to the Chamber of Secrets to lie, dead, forever. Of course, Harry came to the rescue and I was saved. And that's when this whole thing really started.

That's when I began to keep secrets. Lying to people telling them that I was okay. I wasn't. I was still very much afraid. Scared of what had happened and how it would keep going on. I realized then what a dark world we lived in and how even if some of the most powerful dark wizards were killed, it would still be a dark world.

That summer, my father got a reward and our family went on a trip to Egypt to visit my older brother Charlie who worked with dragons. It was really amazing.

Then school started up again and I found out that Harry blew up his Aunt Marge and run away from home. I also found out a serial killer was on the loose. Sirius Black.

We hopped on the Hogwarts Express. The trio left to go find a compartment alone and I wandered down the halls. I stopped at one compartment, hoping no one was in it. No one was, or at least for a few minutes. Draco Malfoy had just walked in. His father was the one that gave me the diary.

"Get out of here weasel," he snarled, standing in the doorway.

"No other compartments, sorry," I said.

"I don't care if there a-" he stopped mid-sentence, staring open-mouthed at something reflected in the mirror. He whipped around only to be faced with amost frightening scene.

A long, hooded creature floated outside our compartment. And at the moment, I felt a cold sensation go through me. I felt like I'd never be happy again. And then I heard someone scream from behind me. I turned around to see Malfoy on the floor, huddled in a ball. The dementor was swooping down on him and I remembered reading a book about protection spells earlier that summer. I yelled the Patronus charm, thinking of happier times and lead it out the doorway.

I looked down to see Malfoy passed out.

I left chocolate beside Malfoy when he woke up. I'd left to go change and find some of my "friends". And after a while, we arrived at Hogwarts.

We sat at our tables, watching the first years get sorted and ate the feast. Dumbledore spoke after, telling us that Dementors would be guarding Hogwarts to be on the lookout for Sirius Black. Great, just what we needed.

Nothing exceptional happened to me this year. I was still terribly crushing on Harry.

The summer before third year, my dad, brothers, Hermione, Harry and I all went to see the Quidditch World Cup. It was amazing seeing them fly around. I mean, these guys played Quidditch for a living! It was awesome.

Though, we did see Malfoy and his father.

After the game when we were in our tents, noises could be heard from outside. Celebrating? No. Actually, Death Eaters had come to the Cup. We had to rush to safety. I was stuck with Fred and George. On the way to get out of there, I saw Malfoy just standing there looking up at the sky. I looked up to see what he was looking at; the Dark Mark.

That year in school was the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum were picked to be the finalists, but then Harry's name was called and everyone thought he was being an ass, just trying to get attention; you had to be seventeen or older to enter and Harry was fourteen.

The tasks were pretty dangerous, dragons, merpeople and a maze with different obstacles. The Yule Ball was also this year. Neville asked me and to be nice, I accepted. Harry wouldn't ask me anyways.

During the last task, somehow, Cedric Diggory had died and Tom Riddle had come back. Oh, this was going to be great, just great.

The next year, an angry woman that worked with the Ministry interrupted Hogwarts. Dolores Umbridge. Evil as can be. She was the one that got Professor Dumbledore taken away and then she was in charge.

Also, Harry decided to start a club, the D.A. Dumbledore's Army. Of course I was part of it, part of it was because I wanted Harry to notice me and because we would be learning defense spells. One out of the two happened, I learned some defense spells, ones that could help me in the future. Harry? I heard he kissed Cho Chang.

Harry had helped Sirius Black escape in my second year, and him and Harry became close. But, of course Harry had learned he was in trouble at the Ministry and went to go save him. Neville, Luna, Ron, Hermione and I had also come along to fight.

That had to be one of the worst things I've ever experienced. Ron got attacked by some brains and went crazy, Hermione got attacked too and Harry learned that the whole "save me" thing was a plot for Tom Riddle to kill him. The next minute, the Order of the Phoenix had arrived and were fighting of the Death Eaters. Sirius was fighting Bellatrix Lestrange when he was hit with a spell and fell in to the vail and didn't come back. Harry was devasted, though he still had Tom to fight. But, of course, Dumbledore interrupted their fight and got rid of Tom, if only for a while.

Any good things happen this year? Gred and Forge made one of the school's corridors a swamp, embarassed Dolores Umbridge and flew off on their brooms. Also, I managed to date Michael Corner, dump him and begin to date Dean Thomas.

Ah, fifth year, what a glorious year. Not.

Harry had become majorly secretive with Ron and Hermione, of course this was nothing new. The last couple years he was always secretive.

So, I did my own thing. Hung out with my own friends, made chaser for Quidditch (Harry had become captain) and was still dating Dean Thomas. Though, one day, while, erm, snogging Dean outside Gryffindor Tower, Ron and Harry had, uh, walked by. 'Course, Ron blew his top, said I shouldn't be kissing anyone. I blew my top and said the Hermione had kissed Viktor Krum. BIG mistake. Next thing I knew, Ron was snogging Lavender.

That had set, Hermione off. She was angry most of the time, and stayed clear of Won-won and Lavender. Then, Ron was sent to the Hospital Wing because he had been poisoned, by accident. By this time, I had broken up with Dean and Ron was on the verge of dumping Lavender.

He did a few weeks later and Hermione had become happy again. And then the most wonderful thing happened. Gryffindor won the Quidditch House Cup and Harry kissed me. I was stunned to say the least, but definitely happy. He and I began dating and for a few weeks, the smile never left my face.

But, my joy didn't last long. Harry and Dumbledore left to go find Tom's horcruxes, while Neville, Hermione, Ron and I were told to drink his Felix drink which made us lucky and keep watch on the castle. The Order was also in the castle keeping watch.

The next thing I knew, Hogwarts was under attack by Death Eaters. We were fighting off hexes and curses left and right. I had no idea where Harry was. We were doing pretty good for a bit, then things started to decline from there.

Harry had come rushing down the Astronomy tower staircase and tried to rush outside. We also noticed that Bill had been attacked by Fenrir, a werewolf, who was not in his form that night. I, being as brave as I am, rushed after Harry and found him with Hagrid by, dare I say it, Dumbledore's body. Someone had killed him. I had taken Harry away to the Hospital Wing to be looked at. The attack was over, the worst was over for now.

In the Hospital Wing, we found out the Draco Malfoy was going to kill Dumbledore, but didn't have the guts to do it and Professor Snape had instead, killed Dumbledore with those fateful words. Avada Kevadra.

Bill was alright, I guess. He would not be a full werewolf, since Fenrir didn't bite him on the full moon, but he would have the symptoms of it. Phlegm, I mean, Fleur got into a shouting match with mum and somehow, ended up hugging her.

And the saddest part had to be Professor Dumbledore's funeral. He was buried on Hogwarts ground and everyone around wept for him. Harry shed some tears and unfortunately, he broke it off with me. Didn't want me to get hurt and all that rubbish. I was hurt, I really was.

That summer was when it all changed. For the good or bad? I had no idea at the time, and I didn't want to be involved.

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