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: Wow, I updated early – probably the last time though XD anyway, here's the chapter where it just gets up to the feast, yeah sort of short but I'm working on it. My time is pressed now that my school is soon to be entering and I am being dragged off for last minute school shopping by my sister and mother. Curses. Anyway, Thank you for all your reviews, you people are too awesome for words to describe! And thanks to everyone who favorited or alerted. I love each and everyone of you. Remember to give me back some feedback, okay? Later everyone!

Early, Monday, Waiting Room

September 1st

I don't think I can do this; I can't even look anyone but my mom or my aunt in the eye. Black, James, Riley, my father … oh who gives a sod about them? But I am panicking, why? Because this is mad! I can't or never pictured myself with this badge pinned to my cloak. Actually, I have it stored in my inner cloak pocket. When would I wear it? Once I get on the platform? When I get on the train? Only for the prefect's meeting? What should I do? Maybe I should ask James – oh wait he never was a prefect in his life even if he wanted to be, wrong person to ask and I rather not speak with him. That prat made my life miserable for years. Hm … Lupin- no, I refuse to speak with him. Oh I know! I'll ask Lily Evans! I'll track her down; ask her what she did as a prefect and ta-dah!

But wait … what's the point?

Might as well just wear it once I get to the prefect compartment. Best idea so far.

Ugh … I still hate my life.

But Aunt Lynx has given me hope, earlier on of course.

"Abbey dear, do you have all your things?" Mum asked me.

I nodded and glanced at my trunk. "Yes, I checked this morning when I couldn't go back to sleep."

"And where's your old bird, Harry? Already let him fly there?" Aunt Lynx asked me, and for the first time, I caught James and Riley pay attention to a conversation that I was a part of. Must've been my imagination but my belief was proven false because James then asked.

"Harry? Who's Harry?"

I ignore him and so does Aunt Lynx actually. Mum had bustled out of the room quickly to go fetch her traveling cloak while father spoke with Black and Lorcan (my cousin whose ten years old, poor kid lost his father and brother at young age) so there was no one to answer their question, and I'm not about to answer to them at all. They'd sabotage my poor hawk in an instant and my hawk was just like me, he was the smallest of his bird family, one of his siblings knocked him out of the nest but he fell on my head gently so they didn't want him but I did. And that's that.

So I nod at my aunt, "Yes, sent off already and he'll probably be hunting on his way there." I shrugged. She nodded before sitting down next to me with a grin and throwing her arm over my shoulder, all casual. I'm used to this affection from her. My mom was feminine so I got my tomboy side from my father's side because of my aunt. Who is bloody brilliant I would like to add.

"Be sure to write to me all about your final year at Hogwarts alright? I want to know every single detail about it!" Aunt Lynx grinned and I gave her a small smile and nodded back.

I thought about it for a second, forgetting everything about being the replacement prefect, forgetting all about the torment and forgetting about every little thing that was wrong in my life, I asked her, "How was your seventh year like, Aunt Lynx?"

She was thoughtful for a minute, pursing her lips and looking to the side. She tapped her chin for a few minutes with her index finger before she closed her eyes and her lips were eased into a small little smirk. She turned her gaze to me. "Everything had changed … but in a good way. I befriended your mum, Celes who brought me and my brother, Harold or to you, your father to reconcile after our years of bickering since I was the first Slytherin in the Potter family, and … well … the moment I graduated and got off from the train for the last time, your Uncle Phoenix asked me to marry him. The seventh and final year at Hogwarts is the second most magical of all. I say this because first year is everything, of course!" She laughed and I gave my small chuckle before she hugged me a bit closer to her. "You're going to have the best time in your life, kiddo. And by the end of the year, you have to promise me, to introduce me to all your little friends, alright?"

To that, I thought about it. I doubt it, another year without friends, I thought. But just to reassure her, I put on a fake smile and nodded. "Of course."

I wonder if I'll ever reconcile with my brothers … have a year like Aunt Lynx did … but I rather not get my hopes up too high … but at least have a little hope.

And now that my mum finally reentered the room … I heading back to the hellhole of a home I love/hate.

Hogwarts … here I come … slowly.

A little later, Monday, Hogwarts Express Compartment

I love coming here early; I get my own compartment out of several to choose from. I can even escape my brothers (Riley decided to stay to see us off) and Black because they wait for Lupin and Pettigrew. It was actually quite awkward when I was about to leave. I say this because Riley actually said goodbye to me as well as my father.

Mum had hugged me tightly. "I can't believe it, final year already! I remember when you were just eleven years old as if it was yesterday! Now you make me feel old!" She laughed and I joined in.

"Hey no worries, mum, you're in your prime!" I smiled when she finally let me go, she giggled and ruffled my hair.

"Take care, alright? And don't get into much trouble!" She jokingly warned.

Laughing, I nodded and turned to my Aunt Lynx who smirked at me and winked. "I'll send you a boat load of pink clothes! You'll love it!" I knew she was joking; she knows I hate the color pink at all costs so I just laughed and rolled my eyes but played along nonetheless.

"Oh yes, pink is just so my fashion color these days, it's unbelievable. I'm just saving all my pink clothes for Hogwarts and am wearing my ugly blue cloak for nothing." I grinned. I honestly didn't think I looked bad today even if today was going to be the worst day ever. I had a black thin hooded witch shirt underneath a blue pullover cloak held around my waist by a black belt, and white pants. It made my aunt laugh.

She gave me a hug then but she was still laughing, I couldn't help it, I chuckled a bit. "Of course! Be safe, kiddo!" She grinned and ruffled my messy hair even more.

I was about to turn and leave for the train but someone grabbed my arm and I was turned and held into a hug. I only saw vibrant red for a minute- instead of the gold and green that my mum and Aunt Lynx wore so I looked up to see Riley.

Yeah I know.

I was so surprised; I literally pinched myself to see if it was a dream. Turned out it wasn't – but the pinch hurt a lot though. His smell of cleanness and caramel was mixed together, very intoxicating actually. The brotherly air around him was undeniable. But I felt this like a trap … this was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way. This never happened, maybe once-upon-a-time but never happened. My conclusion had come that there was something fishy about to happen … I just had this feeling – I mean, I never felt this feeling before as far as I'm concerned. It felt wrong … but yet … I felt safe, for the very first time in the longest time I could ever imagine … but that other feeling … it just made me think this a trap.

He whispered into my ear. "Be safe … I'll miss you kid, be sure to write to me too."

HAH! He's on something! Probably smoking something! Last year he didn't ask me to write to him, he asked James and Sirius to write to him, but me? Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Like hell am I going to write to this bloke.

Maybe my mouth was still too shocked about my own brother being this kind to me, but I didn't even say anything. I still expected him to drop me or chuck me aside and say 'Oops, wrong person.' Or something like that. But he didn't, he held me for a bit before letting me go with a smile but I just gave him the most confused look I could muster before I pulled into another hug by my father.

This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder. My father hasn't hugged me since … damn … seven years ago? I think. Point is, I never get hugs from dad so it felt weird and he just told me to be safe and that he loves me. That, Journal, was the oddest thing ever in my life. I wasn't even aware that my father cared. So he let me go and I awkwardly said goodbye to the lot of them and climbed onto the train without a second look back.

And now I'm settled on the train, waiting for the train to start moving. It's an hour from eleven and I'm still sitting here, looking out the window and I see my family from here. Perfect place. I just need to make sure to lock the compartment door when I leave for the-

Oh crap.

I forgot all about it.

Alright breathe, Abbey, breathe! My inner voice tells me but I am having a hysterical breathing problem as of this very moment.

Five Minutes Before From Prefect Meeting, Still in Compartment

I am going to be murdered. I barely made it passed my hysterical breathing problem when the train started moving and am now sort of nervous about the out come. I mean, I know when I'm on the train or back at Hogwarts, I have this cold demeanor, like I don't show any feelings. But no one sees when I feel anything because right now I'm pretty sure I look as cool as a cucumber but I'M NOT! I am literally breaking down on the inside and it's bloody insane and I am about to-

Oh crap someone is knocking at the door.

Wait … Marlene McKinnon?

This day gets stranger and stranger.

After Prefect Meeting, Back in Compartment

Huh ….

Well ….

They didn't expect me as the replacement prefect.

But Lily Evans did!

It started when McKinnon was knocking at my door five minutes before the meeting, right? Well she wasn't alone. She had with her MacDonald and Vance, plus two other Ravenclaws named Trixie Shays – a mahogany haired girl with yellow and blue eyes - and Lauren Demoor – a girl with dirty blond hair and blue, nearly purple eyes. Shays huh? Sister of Nora or something? Possibly. Anyway, McKinnon was the one who knocked at the door and opened it, smiling at me. "Hi Potter, how was your summer?" She asked pleasantly.

She was the only girl I guess I could call acquaintance. We knew each other and were introduced to each other but we weren't … friends per say.

I shrugged. "Usual, I guess?" I told her. "And yours?"

"Brilliant!" She grinned widely.

I was slightly confused you know, because people hardly talk to me and most of the girls in the dorm don't notice me really. But then I noticed why when I saw her trunk still with her. No compartment. Well … I guess I could invite her in. McKinnon and the other girls in my dorm don't go through my stuff, they actual sympathized for the past seven years. So I guess I could leave her here while I go to the meeting to watch my stuff … maybe she'd invite a friend or two so I looked up at her. "Would you like to sit with me? I mean, I have to go in a bit but if you want, you can sit in the compartment." I explained and she beamed.

"Really? Do you mind if my friends sit with me too?"

Knew it but didn't mind.

I shook my head and she looked over her shoulder and nodded before walking in, using magic to lift her trunk up on the rack above me like I had. MacDonald and Vance greeted me warmly, asking the same as McKinnon had, Shays and Demoor just greeted me but they smiles warmly. So I let them stay in the compartment, took you, Journal, with me of course. I trust them but not with you of course!

So I walked down the corridor, taking the badge out from its pocket and just stared at it as I walked. It was sort of hard by the way, too many people. Several shoved me or tripped me but I was used to it and just kept walking. And it didn't get that clustered the more I walked towards the Prefects' Compartment. So I quickly just closed my hand over the badge and focused on where I was going. But the closer I got to the compartment, with its door in sight, embossed with the letter 'P' for Prefect, the more nervous I got. What was McGonagall thinking? Putting me as a Prefect. What was Dumbledore think? Suggesting me as Prefect. What was the world thinking? Letting anyone make these decisions.

Ugh.

I sighed and opened the compartment door, looking down at the badge in my hand as I did. When I looked up, I wondered why the Prefects even returned to their compartments. The Prefects' Compartment several cushioned seats around. Up against the west side, against the window, against the east side, and there was a mini food stand, seriously, what the hell? But nearly every seat was occupied, and everyone had turned to look at me. Looks like they were just waiting for me.

See? Already the worst Prefect. Bah!

Everyone stared at me in curiosity. James was there too, looking at me in confusion from where he sat with Lupin who looked up momentarily from his book. I noticed Nora Shays as well, the pretty brown haired girl was sitting next to the window with her green eyes that were behind her glasses were trained on me, Narcissa Black had her head propped up on one of her hands, looking at me. No one really had a smile on while looking at me but redhead, emerald eyed Lily Evans was the only one beaming at me, walking towards me.

"Hi, you're my Replacement Prefect, right? Abigail Potter?" She asked. I could've laughed when nearly everyone's jaws dropped when they heard that. But playing it cool though so utterly nervous underneath it all, I shrugged and held out the badge for her to see.

"I believe so, McGonagall sent letter on Saturday."

Evans grinned. "I know, she sent me one Saturday as well. Pleasure to have you taking my place!" She smiled, taking the badge and pinning it to my cloak. Pleasure? No one ever has pleasure of meeting me or anything. Much less taking someone's place. And she even put the badge on me, last person who did something as nice as that was mum. But hey, I nodded and decided to sit in a seat that was empty and that no one else was too close or in my space. Sitting directly in the corner, crossing my legs, hands in my pockets and just looking at the floor.

I really didn't want to be there, as you could tell.

But I got my amusement when Evans glowered at James, pointing at the floor next to her. James – getting over his little shock over me being the replacement – got up and joined her in standing there in front of us. And so they started.

"Welcome to all new prefects and greetings to our returning prefects! I'm Head Girl, Lily Evans-"

"-I'm James Potter and we're just going to lay down a few rules."

Evans picked up then when James glanced at her. "I want you all to know that there will not be any bullying of other students and you all need to lead by example," She glowered at James and Remus, earning a few chuckles from their audience and those two themselves, but it was pure torture for me while I sunk even further in my seat, "And the fifth year prefects from each house will be leading their house's first years to their own common rooms." She looked at the fifth year prefects – some of which I recognized.

"Next, common room passwords. Seventh years will receive their passwords and tell their peers, is that understood?" James looked around at the lot of them, ending his gaze on me, "Passwords will be distributed before you leave this door. Oh and rounds, we have the dates here, sign up for your rounds with a partner as well before you leave. Any questions?"

Oh yes I had a bloody question. I raised my hand but I didn't wait for their permission to speak while I just did. "What if we want to work alone? Some of us don't like working with others."

Don't you hate having the rapt attention of everyone? Because I do, everyone was looking at me with surprise. Evans answered me, James was just looking at me in surprise.

"Well that's fine too but it's preferable to have a partner."

Head Girl was doing a great job, I'll tell you that, I just hate my brother too much to admit he was doing a good job as well.

Guess what he had the nerve to say next?

"Aw, come on Abbey, you know you would love to have me, your own twin brother, or Moony too, as a partner!" He grinned at me while everyone just watched this like a Qudditch Match but I only raised an eyebrow before I gave some thought of how I could put him down. And good.

You know, I really love and hate my mouth. I love the words it could spew out in just seconds for a good comeback and that it helps me in times of need … but I just really hate it when it doesn't give me the time to think about what worlds I want to say. I love my mouth but I hate it too for its impatience … but hey it could be worse! It could make me sound like an idiot instead of the sophisticated person I sounded like when I talked back to James. But I rather sound sophisticated. Why? Because the look on his face was priceless.

"I don't even like you – in fact, I loathe you and your friends – I'd prefer the Giant Squid as a brother over you any day."

Take that you git! That was for a bit of everything you've done to me for the past several years! TAKE. THAT!

The stupid grin was wiped off his face in a second, everyone was now looking back and forth with rapid speed before Lily started. "I have to agree with that." She told him, inspecting her nails but before James could bounce back, she looked up at everyone and then started explaining about the dates to them. I just have to say, I think Lily Evans will succeed in life, she's an angel from heaven. The meeting didn't last long after that, everyone was already signing their names up and everything, I took this time to get a bit closer to Evans to tell her that her friends were at the moment, in the compartment I was staying at for now. That way she wouldn't have to go looking around like an idiot and then get mad at me for not telling her where they were and I don't wanna risk that so ….

"Hey … Evans?" I started, glancing over at James who was giving out the passwords to the seventh years.

"Yes?" She turned to look at me.

I just looked at the floor then. I don't really have experience with talking to anyone but teachers, Madam Pomfrey, mum, and Aunt Lynx but if you want to count animals too, I suppose you could say Harry. "Your friends, McKinnon and some others, they're staying in my compartment, if you're going to look for them after this." I told her. She smiled.

"Alright, thank you." Evans looked back at the lot of them, Shays started to approach us by then. "Would you like to wait for us then?"

That surprised me, no one but Lupin asked me that before when school time came around. And that was first week of school. I wanted to say sure but I guess my mouth didn't listen. "No thanks, I'll be fine. It's the third compartment in the fourth car." I told her before waving and walking towards the calendar, placing my name on random days – but the ones that weren't already asked for by Gryffindors. I don't really like my housemates but the girls in my dorm. So I was put down for September 13th, 19th, 23rd, 27th, 28th, and 30th. Just as I finished with my initials, I turned and was about to quickly go snatch the password slip from the stupid git, when someone was already holding it out to me. By a person I really despise.

Lupin.

Well … he's number five on that list but you understand.

He smiled kindly at me – which I say now, everyone must be on some sort of medication. "Here."

I looked at his sodding hand then back at him before I attentively grab the slip before turning on foot without another look at the bloody git and I just left and got back to my compartment. I took off my badge – maybe if I hide it, no one will ever know! Brilliant plan!

McKinnon started to recap her summer for me – dunno why – which I later thought it was pretty interesting (she went to see the Eiffel Tower at one of her visiting spots which by the way, is one of the many towers I want to push people off of). You know, McKinnon isn't that bad, neither is T. Shays. They decided to talk to me; I listened, about Qudditch and things because the other girls started talking about Witch Weekly and make up and boys. I found out that McKinnon is on the Qudditch Team for Gryffindor and Shays was for Ravenclaw. And now McKinnon is vowing to me –

"Because Lily is Head Girl, I declare that you are now going to be my new best mate when she's gone and I am stuck in the dorms hearing about rubbish like what those birds are talking about!"

I don't know if I should be excited … or scared ….

Hm ….

But I have decided one thing.

This year is going to be such a big pain in the arse.

Even Later, Monday, In Compartment (Bored as Hell, McKinnon went to the Loo, Shays went to hunt down the Trolley Woman)

Abigail "Abbey" Potter's List of the Most Hated People of Top 5

(With Commentary)

1) James Potter

AP: Hate that prat, he's the reason for my messed up existence and made me have no friends at all AND he's my twin brother so whenever I look in the mirror, my eyes and hair and practically my face reminds me of him, of the rubbish he's done to me, of how he hurt me when I did nothing but love him like a brother, and that he emotionally broke me. Die in hell, arsehole.

2) Sirius Black

AP: This fagbag actually helped make my life miserable AND he's James's friend AND he has the worst taste in women ever. He made me a fool before my very brothers who laughed at me. And he messes up all of my magic and potions in class. Hope he dies in hell too! You know what they say, birds of a feather ….

3) Riley Potter

AP: HE WAS THE REASON MY WHOLE LIFE WAS MADE HELL! He came back from his first year like a prat! He changed my twin. I hate him, he should die. And he's apparently on some sort of medication because he said he loved me. But I still have every right to hate him.

4) Allie Weblie

AP: A few words come to mind when I think Allie Weblie, a fucking slaggy bitch. I know mum said that I shouldn't talk that way about other women but Weblie doesn't classify in that category. I seriously hope that she burns in hell and dies so that she could be picture perfect her stupid beau.

5) Remus Lupin

AP: He betrayed me for them. He doesn't do anything when I'm getting picked on by them. I hate him. We were once-upon-a-time friends but now, I refuse to think that there is still a chance. Case closed.

If you are really going to ask, I really have nothing to hate Pettigrew for.

Really Late, Monday, 7th Year Girl Dormitories

You know, I don't think the school was prepared for me being the replacement prefect. … I really don't. I also guess that the prefects from the Prefect Compartment, and my brother didn't tell anyone else because they were so shocked or something.

All I know is, nobody really knew.

Dumbledore decided to tell them though.

We were all settled in the Great Hall, all dressed in our uniforms. As always, I was about to settle in my spot, the spot on the far corner of the Gryffindor Table, away from everyone else like an isolated child who was put in time out during a party. But Marlene McKinnon insisted I sat with them. She showed her insistence by looping her arm around my own and literally dragged me to the middle of the table where she usually sat with her friends apparently. I was seriously surprised, I don't really sit with anyone, I keep to myself you know. So she sat me down next to her, shooting a glare at sixth year that wouldn't budge but finally cowered under her gaze before she sat me with her. Evans instantly engaged me into a conversation while MacDonald and Vance were arguing about classes this year.

She held out her hand over the table for me to shake it. "Forgot I should introduce myself properly when we were at the meeting. Lily Evans."

Curse me for being hesitant while I reached for her hand. I find it funny though, seven years and we never really introduced ourselves, I mean I knew her and she knew me … but we never introduced ourselves unlike McKinnon (but I see McKinnon at some family parties you know, that's were we introduced ourselves). But still, I looked at her hand warily but I shook it nonetheless.

"Abbey Potter."

Evans grinned at me, "So are you ready for seventh year, Potter?"

No, not really.

"Don't know. Every year is the same for me." I shrugged.

Well not really … after fourth year, a few things got easier; teasing was a bit less, as was any other form of bullying.

McKinnon joined the conversation then, adding her little tidbit. "This is seventh year, Potter, everything changes." She nudged me with her elbow with a wink, and then gave a meaningful look towards Evans. "Like feelings can change." I was a bit confused by that, very actually. But Evans enlightened me by giving an exasperated sigh and glowering at McKinnon.

"I am not going to go out with him! I rather have the Giant Squid, remember?" She growled at McKinnon who gave a haughty smile. I was really lost but I caught a bit of drift. Maybe McKinnon is trying to make Evans go out with someone who Evans really dislikes … it's not really … nice to say.

McKinnon rolled her eyes. "Yeah uh huh, why don't you just ask Potter here?" Merlin she just had to bring me into this. I didn't even know who they were talking about so I really couldn't give my opinion. McKinnon slung her arm over my shoulders, and turned to me. "Don't you think your brother, James Potter, has changed?"

Well that was a turn of events; I thought everyone knew that he was number one on my top hated list- wait that was just you.

"I don't know and I don't care. I hate my brothers, so he hates me." I shrugged.

Evans gave a dry laugh, looking straight at McKinnon who looked back in surprise. "She even told everyone that she prefers the Giant Squid over him, like me! I will never go out with James Potter!" She hissed.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up the broom here, we were talking about my brother? I know my sides now, I pick Evans side. She's insulting him and I like people who insult my brothers (that even goes for Slytherins; you know the Slytherins are actually nice to me- well some anyway). I wonder how long this has been going on. I barely found out that he even liked a girl this year. That's how disconnected I am with the world. So I decided to ask her about it.

"Since how long has the git been asking you out?" I asked.

Now that got Evans's attention, and McKinnon, Vance, and MacDonald's. "What?"

I wanted a hole to appear in the ground underneath me so that it could swallow me up already – hopefully send me to Romania.

"How long has he been asking you out?" I prompted, possibly turning red.

Vance, whose mouth was literally hanging with surprise, asked me a question in return. "You mean that you don't know?"

"Yeah, and you're his sister!" MacDonald was all but shouting and standing up in surprise.

God was I really that misinformed this entire time?

McKinnon and Evans saved me though.

Bless their very pure souls.

"Girls, chill, you know how the past years have been for her. Potter torments his own sisters, so does the Marauders and just about anyone else. You can't expect her to hear any gossip when she's trying to running away from people." McKinnon swatted Vance's arm while glaring at them both. And they both piped down, looking at me sympathetically.

Evans turned to me then. "Well since third year-" totally misinformed, I hate my life, "-he's been asking me and I've been rejecting him ever since. He hasn't told you, has he?"

I shook my head and looked at the table while I propped my arm up on the table to rest my head. "I'm not close with my brothers ever since Riley had his first year at Hogwarts and I don't have any friends to tell me things so I've focused only on my studies for the past seven years." God that made me sound depressing but then again … my life must be depressing because it's really true. But before anything else happened, the doors of the Great Hall were opened, and there was Professor McGonagall leading the pack of new first years. I probably would never admit it to anyone but you that I find the little first years adorable. All quivering and shaking of nervousness. I remember those days but I would very quickly shut myself away from those memories and emotions.

I don't want to remember how I was left behind.

Oh bugger.

So I watched as they were herded towards the stool and sorting hat that sat right in front of Dumbledore. McGonagall gave them the usual 'when I call your name' thing and then went off starting with "Abbott, Jenna." Who was Hufflepuff, anyway, and it continued. I idly wondered what house Lorcan would be in. His father was Slytherin as was his mum but I still wondered … and then I wondered what house his twin brother, Scorpius, would've been in. The poor kid died when he was four, just before anyone could really tell his personality, it made me sad. Lorcan had been so used to his twin as a child and he wasn't the same happy child after his twin died. … I hate James and all … but I couldn't help but wonder … what if he died? Would I still be the same? Would I be groveling? Would I be completely shut off from the world? Or would I be happy that my tormenter was gone?

Sighing, I gave up thinking about it and returned to listening when Professor Dumbledore began to speak while he stood.

"Welcome to our new and returning students, to another year here at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now that we are all settled into our houses, there are just a few things I would like to announce before I let you all eat. Everyone, please know, that the Forbidden Forest is still off limits to everyone," He glanced towards the Marauders – the sodding gits, "And Mr. Filch has asked me to remind each and everyone of you that Zonkos products are still going to be confiscated this year. If you would like to see any of the other many items that are to be confiscated if seen with, do check on Mr. Filch's door to see the list."

No one ever listened anyway; I wondered why this man even bothers.

"Now would like to introduce to you, your new Head Boy and Girl. These people were chosen for good reason, for having a good head on their shoulders-" Evans, maybe, James, hell no, "-and other good qualities, you all may think I must be off my rocker when I announce one or both of them-" yeah, you are Professor, "-as true as some of that may be, these people, are people I could trust with my life and never ever have a doubt about it. When I call your name, please stand so that everyone knows who you are. For Head Girl, we have Ms. Lily Evans," Evans stood up and McKinnon, Vance, and MacDonald were literally cheering along with a few others while everyone else, including me, clapped, Evans was beaming at us but then her face grew blank as she remembered Head Boy, yeah I know that feeling, "And for Head Boy, we have Mr. James Potter." The hall went dead silent except for his stupid friends and the other prefects who were clapping for him.

They were shocked about that but they broke out of it soon, they were all clapping afterwards, cheering … everyone but me … and the Slytherin table of course (you gotta love them), I just gave him a look of disdain before turning back to the front. I think he saw it, but who cares if he did or didn't. I made my opinion of him very clear in the Prefect's Compartment.

"Yes, yes, settle down. Now, as a final announcement. I would like to say, that due to having an extra authority figure, we needed to even up the whole roster so we added one more Prefect, a seventh year girl from the Gryffindor House." Oh please no, I thought, looking straight at him, my eyes imploring that he wouldn't speak about it, but I guess my little student-teacher-connection antenna wasn't working, "This is a student that Lily Evans and I had suggested, because we found that she had the courage to keep walking when she fell, that she was always ready to do something rash but she held it in and took it like a true champion, that even if she was alone, she found a way to deal with her problems. As our Replacement Prefect for Gryffindor, if you would stand once I call your name, please welcome," God no! "Ms. Abigail Potter."

I'm pretty sure I died inside. I am pretty sure.

Lily Evans was beam at me as I slowly got up – McKinnon kept making me stand, she was beaming too – but she wasn't the only one. I heard the claps from the other prefects, but I just looked to my right to view the other tables, the some of the Slytherin Table was even clapping for me, only one was cheering – a Sirius look-alike.

That's what happened really, I just sat down afterwards, kept my eyes trained on my plate for the rest of the meal when it begun, only looking up at McKinnon or Evans and when we were released, I just quickly made my way to the tower, ignoring everyone and everything, keeping my eyes on the floor.

I wonder now, as I sit on my bed while the girls have yet to return, how my life can get any worse. Oh trust me it can.

I also wonder, where's Harry?

Really Late, Monday about to be Tuesday, 7th Year Girls Dormitories

Damn I forgot to talk to Professor McGonagall about removing my title.

Really Early, Tuesday, 7th Year Girls Dormitories

September 2nd

But do I really want to give away my new title? Maybe people will be nicer to me like McKinnon, Evans, Vance, and MacDonald were ….

I ….

I guess I would stay with it a bit longer….

But I still hate my brothers and their friends and I want to move to Romania.