Title: The Abbey Journals
Rating: T or PG-13 for colorful cussing and a bit of violence
Summary: I am James Potter's twin sister and I will tell you right now, seventh year was a big pain in the arse. Wanna know how? Here's my journal, I'll let you read all of what happened through my very eyes. Marauder Era.
Disclaimer: I, Ferfrie D., do not own so much as a speck of Harry Potter – only the merchandise but that's no where near as good as J.K. Rowling has it. Nor do I really own the writing style – Meg Cabot who wrote the Princess Diaries does though, I just wrote this but kind of in her way. Nonetheless, I own NOTHING!
Author's Note: Hi everyone! I'm pretty sure I know some of you and some of you know me, I am the 'infamous' author of the recently revived fanfic named Marauders Never Die and as well What Lies Behind the Beginning – thought I don't update the latter often, I'm kind of pressed for time lately. I also collab with my awesome partner, emzigale07 under the name The-Two-Way-Mirrors with our finished two-shot named Seeing the Past. Well that is currently all Harry Potter stuff, if you want to know more about what I write, click on my name and check my profile out ;)
Anyway, so I am glad to welcome you to my most recent project, mind you I was nearly killed by plot bunnies for this one. It is sort of like the Princess Diaries however my main character – the owner of this 'journal' is none other than my long-time OC named Abigail or mostly "Abbey". She is the twin sister of James Potter and youngest sister of my OC Riley Potter. This of course takes place in the Marauder Era – since I'm really skilled in that era compared to the others.
The idea was inspired to me by a fanfic called Commentarius by B.C Daily- anyone else read it? It's really good :D I mean, I kind of had the idea when I read the Princess Diaries, but I had no idea for what to make it for but when I read Commentarius, I knew I wanted to make Abbey the writer and it worked out because she's a writer in brother MND and WLBB – well kind of anyway XD
So there you go, and I'll be wanting your guys' feedback and if you've read my stories before, tell me who you recognize and if I should make them the same as before. I'll be updating Marauders Never Die soon – I think – and What Lies Behind the Beginning later as well. Enjoy! Ta-ta for now!
Early, Saturday, Potter Mansion
August 30th
God I hate my brothers, I really, really, really hate my brothers. One is completely ignoring me because he's too busy rereading Violet's letter for the twentieth sodding time while I'm asking when the hell he is going back to Romania. The other is going ON and ON and ON about either Qudditch or Lily Evans. Quite frankly I don't know … and I don't really care.
Oh sorry Journal, must've kept you in the dark a bit huh? I'm the witch named Abigail Lynx Potter – but everyone knows just call me Abbey, thank you very much. I am younger sister of Riley Godric Potter and twin sister of James Harold Potter – I'm the youngest by like a minute but he still thinks he rules the world.
Pssh-
Boy our mum rules the world boy, not you, otherwise there wouldn't even be a 'you'!
Ugh … maybe I've been locked up in this damn place for far too sodding long.
Oh yeah huh, you don't know I'm a witch. Well yes apparently, I am a magical being – human of course but with magical blood mixing in of course. So is my mum – a witch I mean. My father and – god damn sodding – brothers are wizards. My mum comes from a pureblood family with the surname of Smith and my father is from –well DUH- Potter family. There's even a school for magical kids like us that starts when we are eleven years old. Well several in fact but I like to say that Hogwarts is the best one – be that as it may just because I go there anyway. When a witch or wizard turns eleven, we get our very first wand and are shipped off to school with all witchcraft and wizardry supplies for practically a year. Trust me, it's a very magical experience, I love it. There aren't just pureblood wizards and witches at Hogwarts, oh no because if there was, we wouldn't have the thousands of students we have there, it would probably be only a few hundred. There are also Muggleborns – you know the people that don't have magical parents but have magic themselves – and half-bloods – the ones that have a magical parent but also have a non-magic parent.
Yeah it's all like that but we magic folk aren't allowed to tell a bleeding muggle soul about our existence (unless you are a muggleborn of course then your parents and siblings can know but other than that it's a big no-no) or else the Ministry will be out for your blood.
Okay not really.
They'd send you to Azkaban.
Or something like that.
I should ask my mum about that ….
Ah mum … she's the best mum I ever had you know – well the only mother I'll ever have but you get my point. She encourages me to all costs (I have a feeling it's because I'm the only other female living in this house with her while the other four 'men' are going insane) and we have our fair share of secrets with each other. Yeah, I share my secrets with mum, all of them actually … or actually most. I can't exactly tell her a few things like that I don't have any friends at school or that James and Riley never let me date in school … or even acted like they knew me, the sods.
See the reason why I confide to the only woman (out of the two, the other being my most awesome aunt named Aunt Lynx who is from my father's side) in my life that I consider as a friend – mum – is because … well … I'm not exactly … I don't fit in school.
It started a long time ago when Riley first was able to go to Hogwarts a few … nine or eight years back? The three of us siblings clicked you know? We were pretty good with each other … but then when he came back from Hogwarts for winter break. I knew he had changed, sure he did what he promised me – he'd write to me and James every day, but his tone in letters were so different. He was telling mum and dad all about Hogwarts and all but I knew he changed, I had the feeling, and I didn't feel comfortable around him. It was like I didn't know him anymore. James obviously didn't care and he hung with Riley like a Niffler to shiny objects. But because I knew he changed, I didn't want to hang around Riley often. So then me and him … we drifted apart while he and James were close … and then when summer came around, it was downright horrid. He didn't treat me kindly like in the past but with James, like the brothers had never parted in life. James didn't change yet at the time but he caught a few things like being a bit rude to me and all.
By the time me and James went to Hogwarts, we were on the express and I had been in the same compartment as James. I remember it like yesterday. We were the only ones since Riley was off with a few friends so I took it to myself to just stay with my twin you know? But then I felt a bit dizzy with nausea about wondering what the school year would bring.
"I'm going to go to the loo for a bit, alright Jamie?" I had told him and he had nodded in his consent and so I went. I was fine, just a little dizziness but I stayed there until it passed. Which took like fifteen minutes but no one needed the loo so I was fine.
But by the time I got back to the compartment. James was in there alright, but with another boy with black hair and stormy eyes. But they were cackling about something. I was a bit surprised, but I greeted the boy nonetheless but he didn't say hi back and so I asked James what were they laughing about.
"Some bloke came in to sit a redhead girl who was crying by the window and he told her that she would be in Slytherin! Like it would be the most proudest thing in the world! But he was ugly as hell! He had black greasy hair and all! His name was Severus or something!"
"No, more like Snivellus!" Said the other boy and they started their cackles again.
Generally, I found this wrong. James knew that we had an aunt who was a Slytherin, Aunt Lynx of course, and mum had told James not to start off this year like a fool. So I told him, "James, mum said you shouldn't be mean to others at the start of a new year! And besides, Aunt Lynx was a Slytherin and she came out good."
"Oh god, Abbey don't start lecturing me, please." Then he had turned to the other boy with a smirk. "Once she starts, she won't shut up to me. She's a little nag, she is. I don't know where I went wrong with her." I started fuming at that but the compartment opened and in walked Riley with a mate or two behind him, waiting at the door. He looked at James and his friend.
"Hey James, guess what the guys have! I can't tell you here though, bring your friend and lets go!" Riley told him and James got up with a grin and motioned his new friend.
"Let's go Sirius!" He told the boy, pulling him up and the boy followed, I was about to do the same but Riley held me back.
I looked up in confusion but he told me. "Sorry but we don't want little girls hanging around to see what we have, kid. Sides, someone needs to watch the stuff!"
"B-but-"
"Oh god, Abbey, I'll be right back, you can live without me for a few minutes, right?" James asked from the door and I only looked at him in embarrassment. But his new friend Sirius decided to jump in.
"Yeah, why don't you just cool down here, your face is so red, it looks like someone's burning it!" And all of the boys laughed and left. I was alone in the compartment and they never bloody showed up afterwards until I changed into my school robes. When we got onto the boats, I didn't particularly want to be with my brother – I was sort of cross about what happened on the train. So I decided to sit on a boat and wait till someone sat with me. And you know what, someone did. His name was Remus Lupin. I liked the fellow, he was nice. His hair shined in the moonlight too, brilliantly brown and crystal blue eyes. And a girl named Marlene McKinnon sat with us too and we were off.
During the sorting ceremony, I was placed in Gryffindor, along with McKinnon, Lupin, Black, Pettigrew, my twin brother, Evans, Macdonald, Vance, and some other people. But from that day on, it was hell.
I thought Remus Lupin would be my friend, you know? But … but no … he was in the same dormitory as my brother and Black so then after a week of being good friend of mine, he was their friend and in a month, they were named the Marauders. But then I started knowing a lot of things.
Like Remus Lupin was never going to be my friend again. Like none of the girls in the girls' dorms notice me. Like my brothers pretended that I didn't exist. This to me … hurt me.
Or wait – they didn't pretend I didn't exist, they did know that I did. They just pretended they weren't my brothers or any sort of relative of mine. They picked on me so much and their friends helped too. Sometimes I would notice how Remus would stand back and watch while the groups picked on me. And my brothers were growing bloody popular … so then everyone started picking on me if they noticed me. I never had a friend, no one would remember to pick me in class as a partner, I stopped going to any sort of feast because the Marauders would do something harsh to me. They were driving me insane but eventually because of it … I refused to talk to anyone unless necessary. But technically … at one point … I felt like I forgot to talk ever kind of like how I feel this year is going to be like. Although I was a really bright student in class, they didn't … teachers wouldn't pick on me for answers or anything so I never spoke to anyone. When people picked on me … I ignored them or didn't fight back. I used to run and cry at the loo but eventually, tears just stopped coming and I stopped caring.
I only had mum and Aunt Lynx.
Father … he always loved his sons more so yeah … he doesn't really care of me as of this moment.
Sometimes I wonder … what would happen if I never existed.
Oh bugger...
Later, Saturday, still at this damn Mansion
God I just want to leave already – I mean I can, I'm officially seventeen an all since like sixth year but I can't leave mum with my bloody brothers and sodding Black and my father now can I? Besides … she's the only one I got right? Can't leave her, there.
Made up my mind, I know why I must stay here!
But these walls are getting kind of boring … and I can't play Qudditch because I … well … during fourth year, someone – most likely a Gryffindor – had snuck into my dorm (I rather like my dorm because the girls my year aren't mean to me, sure they don't notice me but they aren't mean to me) and found my broom and went down to the lake. They snapped it into two before my very eyes and chucked it into lake. That was the only time in a long while that I started crying and was so furious. I got detention for a full week because I hexed that person so badly.
It sucks though … why?
Because that was the only thing I was good at.
I usually snuck out every time I knew James and Riley weren't looking and I was either out in the back lawn of this mansion or in the Qudditch Pitch back at Hogwarts, taking all my frustration out on flying. I actually could've been Chaser you know or even Seeker. But because of the entire brothers-and-Marauders-will-make-die-of-mortification crisis, I wouldn't dare step on the pitch. I don't even go the Hogwarts games, I did along time ago, first year but then I quit because I never got a good seat and James and his bloody friends wouldn't stop picking on me. Damn fagbags.
I still hate my brothers.
Even later, Saturday, My Room
Quiet getaway … perfect. I love my room and the very person that built this mansion. I could practically never leave my room – really I didn't have to. It was so big, had a big bed, a big walk-in closet (full of muggle boy clothes, I refuse to go girlie, I rather die than find something pink in my wardrobe, I am a Tomboy you know), had my own bathroom that was huge. It just needs a kitchen and I never have to leave again. Well technically I never have to leave, we have these very kind house-elves and all but I really just like being mobile you know?
As much as I am an unsocial person, I just have this need to move.
But if I really, really, really had to choose, I would rather stay up here for the house-elves to bring me food than sit at the same table as my brothers and Black (yes that prat is living with us and it sucks very much).
I never really got to telling you about it but since sixth year, Black started living with us. Of course, I was in the same room as my parents when James decided to tell us – them – about it. No one but mum tells me things nowadays, can you believe that? Bugger. Anyway, so the wanker tells them that Black is having some real trouble with his family who disapprove his friend choices and what house he was put in and all that so he asked if Black could live here too.
Black and I, we are arch enemies. He hates me, I hate him, he tortures me, and I stay the hell away from him. I never liked him after what he said about my face when we were on the train for the first time. Plus he's like a playboy or something. Goes through girls like Qudditch games goes through snitches. He throws them away after a week or so but there's always more and more and more there clinging at his arm or something. His most common girlfriend – I can tell you right now, I hate her very existence.
Her name is Allie Weblie. I really hate her and she's a Hufflepuff. But she's really dumb … go figure right? She's always with the Marauders and taunts me to no end. I sincerely hope that I can push her off the Astronomy Tower this year; she really needs to get her all high and mighty back down to reality. If I didn't have this sane reason to keep myself back, I would already be in Azkaban charged for both murder and use of Unforgivable Curses, I'll tell you that much.
Anyway … back to Black.
I just really don't like the guy, I hope everyone knows.
So they just let him move in and now I have to avoid him as well.
Here's my schedule because of those gits:
5:15: Wake up, get dressed
5:25: Go get breakfast
5:50: Stay at the mansion's library
8:40: Go outside and hide in my favorite hiding spot – the tree house
11:05: Go inside and get lunch
11:35: Go back to the library
4:09: Got get supper
4:39: Stay in the waiting room
5:40: Hide in room till I fall asleep.
Pitiful, I know.
Argh … I hate my life.
Even more later, Saturday, My Bathroom
I'm just staring at myself in the mirror.
Why?
Because I already read through the whole damn library, read every book in my room, and I have nothing else to do so I'm sitting here, comparing myself to my brothers.
I have the same jet black hair as my brothers … but I got a bit rebellious in third year and jinxed the ends of my hair to change from red to gold to green to blue (let's just say every day it's a new color). My eyes are the exact same as James's. Soft hazel brown eyes, Riley has shining crystal blue eyes, but I still say my eyes look ugly, they don't shine like James's does and they don't shine like Riley's either. I particularly pale while they are tan – most likely from Qudditch, the sods. Maybe it's because I don't eat much and was usually indoors … hm …. Anyway, I skinny and sort of small, I weight one hundred and ten and I'm five foot two. My brothers probably way two hundred something and James is six foot two and Riley is six foot four.
Curse perfect people like my brothers. I hate them.
And I am so damn bored.
… Maybe I should recheck my trunk and all ….
Early, Sunday, Potter Kitchen
August 31st
Now as I sit here with my eggs and bacon, I sit and think who the Head Girl is this year.
Personally, I think Dumbledore is getting old and is completely off his rocker because he made James as Head Boy and he's not even prefect – but then again he made Riley Head Boy too. And since I'm nothing special, that's the only reason, I believe Professor Dumbledore is just a bit sane, because he didn't pick me. But I still wonder ….
Maybe that Evans girl, Lily Evans, you know, the one that James's fancies over the top. She's of course prefect and all. She has some of the best grades too.
Or maybe that other girl in Ravenclaw, Nora Shays? She's another prefect and has some brilliant grades.
I wonder what James would do if it was Narcissa Black? Hm-
What's that knocking sound?
Oh there's an owl at the window, hold on.
Later, Sunday, Potter Waiting Room
Oh.
No.
Please.
No.
Don't.
Want.
To.
Do.
This.
It can't be real … it really can't. I refuse to believe this. But it's signed and everything, and when I told mum she said that McGonagall told her.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc, Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
I am pleased to inform you that since we have two new Heads – one being your brother and the other being Lily Evans; we need some evening up in for our prefects. As a chance for a replacement for Lily Evans's previous position, I have spoken to your mother. And she agrees with who we are to choose for our replacement Gryffindor Prefect.
Congratulations, Ms. Potter. I will be forward to working with you. The first meeting will be held on the train in the prefect's compartment. Do enjoy your final year, Ms. Potter and don't hesitate to ask any questions.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Murder me and bury me into the ground. Remus Lupin is the seventh year boy Gryffindor Prefect! I refuse to pair up with him at any cost. I repeat at any cost. And James is Head Boy! I extremely refuse! No fucking way in hell am I going to pair up with either of them. I work alone and alone forever and always! I've always been alone so I rather be alone!
Dumbledore AND McGonagall are BOTH OFF THEIR ROCKERS!
I am not telling my family but my mother and aunt. That's it!
… Maybe I should move to Romania? I'll live with the dragons there!
Perfect plan, when's the next time I can go there?
Even Later, Sunday, My Room
I refuse to accept this.
I'll tell Professor McGonagall to switch me once I get to Hogwarts! Perfect plan!
Five minutes later, Sunday, My Room
But what if this year isn't bad because of it? Should I really ask for a change-?
No! I am going to be switched, I demand I be switched. Stupid other mini me, nothing will change!
Everyone will still pick on me and James and Lupin and Black and Pettigrew would get worse – so would Weblie for that matter!
But you never know …
Yes I do! I hate them and they hate me, I don't belong in the prefect world!
It's not like there are two dimensions….
Well in my world there is! I don't belong as a prefect and that's that!
But-
Shh!
You-
Shut up!
We-
I SAID SHUT UP DAMMIT!
Chill out! You're yelling at your on head you wench!
Oh bugger.
Very Early, Monday, My Room
September 1st
I don't know whether I'm excited or nervous.
Today is the day that I leave for Hogwarts, my home and pride and joy.
But today is also the day where I have to go to that prefects' meeting, where I have to sit alone at the feast, where I return to the horrid cruel things of my life ….
Just need to make sure that Harry flies to Hogwarts on his own this time – I don't trust leaving him alone because of some blundering idiots.
Oh did I mention that Harry is my best friend in the form of a hawk? Awesome right? I love him. He's no owl but at least he's better than one ;)
Okay so I have everything – checked on Saturday.
…
Well … that's as good as it's gonna get.
Oh god I am going to die this year.