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!

A/N: *chuckles nervously* hey what's up you guys? I'm, um, back! Sorry I took so long, when I last updated, I was beginning high school, well now I'm beginning my winter break and am in the middle of cleaning out my room when I wrote this. I got so many ideas yet I still had so much to explain. I went back and edited glitches in my previous chapters, so I'm checking this one before I post it :D Please, please, please do note that those who are reading Marauders Never Die, might want to check out the new chapter ;) but still don't kill me. Well, so much has been going on, I just want to thank you guys who were waiting patiently, you people make my world go round ^^
Without further ado, let's start this chapter!

Very, immensely early, Wednesday, 7th Year Girl Dormitories

September 3rd

Sorry about not writing in you last night, I lost you for like a minute when I almost tumbled down the stairs because of some fourth year. By the time I found you, I was running my way up before curfew and was super tired by the end of it. Me plus stairs is a big no-no. I crashed on my bed the moment I got changed out of the uniform and had brushed my teeth. It's that tiring, but I did manage to get a few snippets of an argument that was going on downstairs between Evans and my brother. Something about unfairness or something, I was too worn out to care. Right now, I'm using my wand as a lamp and am writing in you under my pillow as to not disturb the other girls.

Nothing too interesting happened before I left for the common room from the lakeside. I did get my sketch done though, it was quite nice.

Key word was.

Oh yeah, the word 'was' isn't there for no reason.

Stupid sixth year.

It just so happens that Weblie's little brother is a sixth year – a Ravenclaw at that (Merlin knows how he was put into that House) but he was the reason for it. It took me a while to get you safely, but when a lot of things came spilling out of my bag – my last apple didn't fall out, thank god – it was just when Damen Weblie was walking by with a few friends. They decided to start ripping up my sketch book for the fun it, the pricks but I managed to safely get you – although you fell quite a lot of flights of stairs – and every other item perfectly fine. I did manage to give them detention which they looked at me rudely but I just gave a look of pure scorn and coldness. Ah sweet authority, I should use it more often – but then that would be misusing and I can't dare do that, I'll be impeached!

I cleaned up the papers though, so that I wouldn't look like I was littering. Took it all with me and then disposed of it in a Gryffindor rubbish can. Man, I'm going to need a new one – that last one took me nearly a year to complete. I'll probably send letter to Aunt Lynx – mum is too busy at the moment since she's an important figure in the ministry. Aunt Lynx is in hiding since Voldemort killed her husband and son. She'd probably send me one though, since she's all alone in the Potter Mansion with Lorcan.

It kind of hurts though ... that my hardwork was all just through into the rubbish can. But honestly, it isn't the first. There's no use crying over spilt milk, so I won't. Still there's a pain in my heart but I'll live.

I'll send Aunt Lynx a letter later, gotta go take a cold shower before I fall asleep again.

Early, Wednesday, Gryffindor Common Room

Dear Aunt Lynx,

My life sucks, get me the hell out of here – but I'm pretty sure mom would throw a fit so in order to survive at all this year can you please send me a new sketch book? The one I previously owned was ripped and shredded into pieces by the little bastards that have connections to the Devil's recreation as a girl – Allie Weblie. Quite frankly, I need something to get my mind off things and that's the only damn thing I can think of. James is a complete asshole – he let everyone see me with a wet-shirt that was WHITE so I was completely exposed in front of all those perverts at school! My LIFE IS HELL!

Tell Riley to stay off drugs.

Tell Dad to take some time off work – it's getting to his head.

I have no friends to turn to – so I'm not the one on dragon mead.

Gracias – oh and if you can burn all of Sirius Black's possessions, you won't have to buy me a Christmas present this year~ ;)

M'kay?

Ta-ta Aunty Gullible Lynx!

Signed, your once-suicidal niece,

ABBEY POTTER!

P.S. Where are all the pink clothes you were promising to send me? I'm really looking forward to chuck it all into the fire you know? Start a big KABOOM! Here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Okay just kidding.

Here's the real one.

Dear Aunt Lynx,

Hi, barely the second day and I'm already writing to you! Hah, it makes me laugh but you know you love me (I hope). Thought that this should give you a bit of company while mum's out and dad's on his mission. Lorcan must be terribly bored huh? Poor boy, but next year he'll be here instead. You should come work here; I hear old Professor Slugbug is retiring next year, great way to get out of the house, huh? I'm pretty sure you'd love being back here, but knowing you, you would go find the same cupboard that you and Uncle Phoenix first snogged in. Insert eye roll here.

Okay I know your suspicion is starting to peak by now. Yes I am writing to you because I really need something, but I did know that you are already bored out of your mind – you cannot fool me, I know you nearly as much as I know my hand – so I thought it by now perfect to write you a letter. Well … see I kind of went out to the Black Lake just to relax underneath the good old Beech Tree. And I was sketching Harry looking out at the lake but I think I saw something in the water. Being the complete nitwit that I am, I went over with my sketch book but it dropped into the water and every sketch I have there is ruined … so I took it out and left it in a rubbish can in the common room.

If you find a blank notebook, can you send it, please? I beg of you, I can't live without sketching.

Sincerely your desperate niece that loves you so much that it hurts,

Abbey Potter.

Time to take this to the Owlery for Harry to deliver it.

Bit Later, Wednesday, Kitchens

As an attempt to shake off Lupin – in case he woke up again at this time – I hid in the kitchens for now. Harry was wide awake by the time I got to the Owlery, he must've A) been awake the entire night B) had some sort of creepy sensory thingie on him that lets him know when I'm approaching or C) he was just already awake at this time.

….

I think I'll go with B….

I wonder if they get those installed naturally or is there something you have to do to install them? Then maybe I'd know when some idiots are near me. Maybe I should find a way to get Harry to talk to me in human form to tell me about it. Is there such a way? Hmmm. I should really pay attention to Professor Flitwick who might say something because he would probably know.

Anyway so here I am, I almost asked Mimi – a house-elf here – if she wanted to sit with me so that I could sketch … but then I remembered that my previous sketch book was torn up and I threw it to a rubbish can in which was cleaned last night by the house elves. So I just settled for asking if she had any blueberry waffles – some of my favorite – oh! And some green apples too. But it came out awkwardly but she went off to get them anyway. It's pitiful don't you think? That I am only friends with house-elves and animals? Well … besides Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid that is – I've visited him so often that I can actually can stomach the food he makes. I feel so accomplished because I can. Speaking of friends … my heart swells with pride that the girls from the dorm are actually talking to me! I just might have friends my age this year! It makes me excited to think that I can escape to the dorm completely without having to skive off the Room of Requirement after some brutal treatment for the night.

Funny I should mention the Room of Requirement, I forgot about it when I was thinking of a place to hide. I came across it in the fifth year – torment was so bad and I escaped just as Professor Reggie was telling off a few girls from Hufflepuff for picking on me. I was in the seventh floor corridor, pacing because I was practically nearly close to suicidal depression, wishing and begging for a place where no one could ever find me and well … the door appeared. I started going there more frequently when suicidal depression was high – quite frankly, yes I was one of those 'gothic' or 'emo' teens back then, I would sometimes take it out on myself, cutting myself when it was on the high but now it's toned down.

Yeah sorry I never told you. I have the scars though, some on my arms, some on my legs. It's not a pretty thing, I don't advise it. (A/N: Don't think that I do this, I used to have a suicidal friend when I was in Middle School. He blamed himself for when things went wrong – venting it out all on me – and he would cut himself. I was the 'only reason' that he wouldn't leave the world. I was his counselor I guess you could say? It got worse that I started to break down in frustration and had to tell the school counselor and everything is fine now. He still has a few scars but we don't see each other any more – like I said, High School started so we went to different schools)

Moving on, I should be leaving soon – I should probably take something for Harry too – he's quite speedy so he'll probably be back by tonight - hopefully, and I don't exactly want to share my apples today. Hmm….

"Excuse me, Louie?" I turned to a house-elf who was running along right next to me (I swear I know all their names).

Smiling, he came to a direct halt right next to me. "Yes madam?"

"What do you suggest getting a hawk for dinner that can be prepared here in the kitchen? I don't fancy going out to hunt down a rat or something."

"Ah, how about a bacon sandwich?"

"Can I take two?"

"Of course madam! Would you like anything else?"

"… Can I get a mini green apple cake to go as well? Oh and a flask of orange juice?"

"Large, medium, or small?"

"Mmmm … medium."

"Is that all, miss?"

"Yeah."

"Please wait a few minutes; we'll be right back with your order!"

As Louie walked away … I have to say, that conversation made me think I was pulling up at a fast food restaurant window – DON'T SAY IT! I know, what is a pureblood like me going to a fast food place – well sometimes curiosity gets the best of me – okay? And the chicken nuggets that they give at a place named McDonald's aren't bad at all! Well personally I like chicken selects….

Twenty Minutes Later, Wednesday, Sitting Under the Beech Tree

Well that went just swell. I was walking out of the Kitchens with my pack quite full of food meaning my lunch and dinner but I would be back to pick up Harry's food later, when I walked into someone – not just anyone! It was Professor Reggie! I literally walked into him and when I nearly fell back but he caught me. Our faces were quite close when he pulled me back up which surprised me but nonetheless, I straightened back up and smoothed myself out.

He was chuckling though, he said, "I should've known you were down here. I saw you just as you stumbled out of the Kitchens." Dare I say that I was blushing like mad when he told me that, setting me back on my feet. I was quite prone to stumbling my way out, seeing that I never paid heed to the step on my way up. It was quite an embarrassing thing that a teacher – like Professor Reggie – caught me nearly falling out of the hole. But there were worse things – like yesterday. So I just faced him like normal afterwards.

"Good morning, Professor." I inclined my head in greeting. Smiling, he murmured nearly the same. I was about to walk away when he proposed the idea.

"Shall we take a morning stroll, Abbey? I actually just came down to ask you if you would like to join me."

I wonder what would happen if McKinnon ever found out about this.

Well if we think of what she would do – she would probably find a broom cupboard on the way and have a snog fest with the teacher.

But we're talking about me now aren't we? Well … I was quite surprised, I actually nearly let my mouth fall in surprise but I just shrugged and he smiled and just walked with me. He started the conversation – like many times before. "So how do you find school so far?"

"It's only been a day, professor-"

"Ah, ah, ah – I believe that we settled for calling me Chris back in your sixth year."

He actually did, when I was a first year, he was a sixth year – Slytherin though not many knew it or really cared. We hardly saw each other though but he's very nice to me now that we do see each other. "Well then, Chris, it's only been a day." But I still refuse to call him Chris here, I have high respect for that man, and since he worked hard to be 'Professor Reggie' I will call him by his hard working name unless we ever marry but pssh that's like saying me and that Voldemort guy – okay maybe not that bad – maybe more along the lines of me and that Diggory guy the girls were talking about – NEVER GONNA HAPPEN!

"A day within everything can change." He smiled.

Shrugging, I looked down the corridor. "Well okay, maybe I'm managing to make mates, but everyone should know that I'm rubbish at trying."

"Abbey," Professor Reggie gave me a look, "you managed to befriend me without trying."

"But people my age, Chris."

Sure I can befriend things – true without trying, such as Harry or animals or professors – but they aren't the wizards and witches of my age now are they? It's harder with those people. I swear in first year, there was hardly any noise when we entered a classroom because everyone was so nervous about the others around them … well James and his stupid mates weren't but the rest of us were. Everyone but I managed though – to get a friend you know. But I thank Merlin that he let Professor Reggie and Harry live in this world, I wouldn't be without them.

He sighed but nodded nonetheless. "Of course, people your age." He gave a look towards the empty corridor and just continued to walk alongside me. "So you're going to feed Harry?"

And this teacher also knew that I had a pet – more like my replacement brother in the form of a feathered creature – hawk. He would use Harry when he really needed an owl.

I nodded. "Yup, gotta feed him because worms won't suffice for him." Professor Reggie chuckled and folded his hands behind his back.

"Mini green apple cake?"

"How'd you know?"

He gave me a skeptical look. "Anyone who's known that bird for three years would know that he likes that because he had another apple addict near him." His skeptical look was exchanged for a rather pointed and amused look. I huffed angrily.

"They ARE good! You have just too much of a sweet tooth to appreciate their sour taste!"

"I'm not saying that they're bad."

"You're giving me a look that's implying it!"

You gotta stick up for your favorite apple you know.

We just stopped and stared at each other for a minute before we burst out chuckling – but what I said – you gotta stick up for your favorite apple, its true!

Anyway, as we neared entrance hall, we came to a stop near some of the suits of armor. He beamed down at me as I glanced towards the front doors that would lead me towards the Black Lake and the Beech Tree where most likely would still be empty because Harry isn't there. So I listened to Professor Reggie who began to speak. "So I was thinking, your free period is after your History of Magic – if you would, would you come to my classroom? I need help with the seventh year lesson plan."

I still find it insane that I have him for every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday but I really won't complain.

"Sure, Harry won't be back until tonight." I shrugged.

"Excellent, meet you are twelve then-"

But I wasn't paying attention anymore; my eyes were trained on a suit of armor that we were in front of. My eyes were widening as I saw it begin to wobble then finally begin to topple over. As an attempt to keep the professor out of harm, I shoved Professor Reggie to the far side and nearly made it out of harm's way. I repeat nearly. Instead, I was caught in the crossfire and the breastplate of the armor had fallen on my leg. I'll admit, it was very painful, very, very, VERY painful. I swear I thought I broke it or something (well actually I did break it but I refuse to go to Madam Pomfrey this early in the year). Above us, I heard a rather loud and most likely wet raspberry.

"Oh Potter you rotter! Ugly and moldy Potter should be gone!"

I should make my top five hated ghost list, Peeves would be the first.

Well I couldn't quite glower at him because I was preoccupied with getting the metal breastplate off my leg which was quite a feat because goddamn are those things heavy.

"PEEVES! GET! NOW!" Professor Reggie roared at the poltergeist that had already disappeared into the wall. Just as I managed to roll off the metal was when he kneeled down next to me. "Are you okay?"

How about we let a big metal breastplate fall on your leg when you readied it to run? Would you be fine?

"Not at all." I stated through gritted teeth, but I guess I should say … I'm used to pain like this. It's not the first time something heavy fell on me. In the fourth year, Professor Fraley (the divination teacher) had walked into a cabinet that was on the second floor- it came tumbling towards the first floor and someone pushed me in the way, so yeah not the first time. Or when Peeves dropped a chandelier on me in the fifth year

"What's going on here- Abbey?"

Oh no!

I froze while my hands were lightly gripping my leg. The voice, it was always one I hated hearing during school. I mean sure I have to live with him and he is my twin (and on the train, I talked to him and he talked to me but that was under special circumstances) and all – but during school, his voice the only thing that I fear here. It means something bad is going to happen to me. So I cautiously glanced over my shoulder past Professor Reggie who was still kneeling next to me, in time to see James and Lupin there. James seemed quite surprised to see me on the floor clutching my leg and Lupin was gaping. Why are they looking at me like that? They were usually some of the reason to crush my bones with objects half of the time – oh no they didn't…. Damn those bastards! They must've fucking asked Peeves to knock over the armor! I should burn their hair too!

Of course I was in pain a bit too much to know that at the time so I just stared back at them before Professor Reggie brought my attention back.

"Abbey, I heard a crack, did you break your leg?" He asked as he reached towards my leg but I didn't let him and covered my leg with my robes and moved to stand.

"No, I'm fine, it must've been something in my bag, since I just came from the Kitchens so it must've broken one of the chicken wing bones or something." I muttered as I managed to stand rather awkwardly.

James took a step closer and looked at the damage from the armor then to me. "I doubt it, your leg it broken! You're putting all your weight on the other leg." He pointed at my legs where I indeed was putting my weight on the other unbroken leg. Would this bastard shut up please?

I glowered at him then. "How would you know? I just happen to stand like this nearly all the time so just leave me alone." I sneered before I turned to a concerned looking professor who had gotten up by then. "I'll meet you at twelve, then, Professor Reggie." I told him before I turned sharply before my stupid twin brother could say anything and quickly 'limp-skipped' my way to the beech tree.

I swear to god this hurts –

SON OF A BITCH!

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, and OW!

I poked it right now since it's swelling and DAMN!

Should I go walking to Herbology now or what?

Why the fuck are you asking that? Our leg is hurting like a bitch!

Indeed it is but should I move now before anyone else tries to push me down?

I don't know! I'm too preoccupied that our leg is broken!

Hm … good point, I'll go up now.

Later, Wednesday, Herbology

The Giant Man-Eating Frenzy Tentecula Notes (Couldn't find my Herbology Notebook)

The Tentecula has rather very large teeth and is trying to eat off the head of an unsuspecting (and rather cute) partner of mine, Evans Rosier. It has teeth about the size of a bludger but not as thick. The plant also is a green and blue clad creature that seemed to like eating anything that has blood and meat. It can be from 7 inches to 10 feet tall (this one is 8 feet and 7 inches tall) and shows no mercy to prey. Unless it is smacked on the head by Rosier's notebook. This one seems to cower away from Rosier or anything that has caught onto the fact that it's trying to eat them-

Damn it my leg is killing me-

No Rosier I actually would be thankful if you tell your friend, Avery, to throw that smaller one at the Marauders-

HOLY FUCKING MERLIN! THAT TENTECULA JUST LUNGED FOR ME!

Even Later, Wednesday, Hospital Wing

Damn Tentecula, it bit my broken leg on its second lunge – apparently it was also poisonous – so Rosier had to carry me up here.

Madam Pomfrey says this is fifth place on the 'Fastest to Get to the Hospital Wing, Abbey Potter' thing. I played it off that the plant broke my leg too, I mean, it did flip over the 'desk' that me and Rosier were working at and it landed on my leg – again – but on the plant's head so its teeth sank in deep. And since me and Rosier are okay acquaintances – he's a prefect and a pretty cool one too. And he hates the Marauders just as much as I do, and he's a Qudditch player!

(LET'S GO SLYTHERIN TEAM!)

Okay well maybe he just really didn't want to get back to class so he just sat in the chair next to me, making random comments as Madam Pomfrey heals my leg. She cleaned out all the poison, all that is left is just trying to make it unbroken and patching up the eighteen little holes that stupid plant left on me.

"Have you ever seen a hybrid between a dragon and a boar?" He asks.

Ah Rosier, you are too cool to be true.

Will you be my man? Haha, just kidding. Or am I?

A Bit Later, Wednesday, Hospital Wing

Fastest to Get to the Hospital Wing

By Abbey Potter

1. Third Year- upon arriving to Hogwarts -, Peter Pettigrew dropped his trunk on my arm when I was sleeping in my lonely compartment on our way here, then Sirius Black broke my leg when he slammed the door on my leg as I attempted to leave.

2. Fifth Year- upon leaving the Great Hall-, Peeves dropped a chandelier on me

3. Second Year- upon leaving to breakfast on the first day of classes -, fell down a flight of stairs.

4. Fourth Year- middle of classes -, someone hexed me into throwing up slugs

5. Seventh Year- second day, after Herbology -, suit of armor broke my leg, Tentecula poisoned it

6. Sixth Year- second day, after classes -, got my arm burned by god knows who

7. First Year- fourth week in Hogwarts -, Marauders caused me to nearly suffocate by using me as a landing mattress.

Much Later, Wednesday, Arthimancy

Poor MacDonald and Evans, they were practically worried as hell when I showed up.

Rosier had decided to just walk me to my next class since bell rang when we got out of the Hospital Wing. He was trying to skive off from going to Professor Fraley's – although the man is a true seer – because he didn't really like knowing the future or the dark looks the professor gave him – besides, he screams at his students sometimes (I think he's mental but who knows), I still wonder why he decided to take that class when he could've just dropped it yesterday. So we were talking randomly like we were in the Hospital Wing. But nonetheless, he was pretty cool.

But like yesterday, everyone was still pointing and laughing at me. Boo freaking who, so what if everyone practically saw me in a wet white shirt yesterday and then a Tentecula "broke" and poisoned my leg this morning? I'm still here to tell about it … strangely.

Anyway, so I walked into class a few minutes late, Madam Pomfrey said it would take a few hours to get used to my leg NOT burning haphazardly with pain like it was an hour ago, but Rosier still wanted to walk me all the way there so he walked in after me, told Professor Luin that I was attacked in my first class and he had to see me to and from the Hospital Wing. He lingered for a moment as I gave the man my slip and just waited till I sat down before grinning and walking off.

OW!

What the hell?

James just threw a notebook at my head! I should jinx his broom or something when Qudditch try outs happen or something. I heard Black was Captain – I should sabotage the bastard.

Wait … its open and it's written in.

Why were you with Rosier? – JP

It's tempting to say that me and Rosier are a couple but then Rosier wouldn't even want to be my partner for Herbology and it's five Gryffindors, two Hufflepuffs, three Ravenclaws and four Slytherins … and the only other people there that I know of is the Marauders … and me. And I need a partner because I refuse to be the asses' partner so I chose Slytherin.

But why should I even explain myself to this guy?

I mean sure he's my twin brother and all but he's been an ass you know? For what? Seven years of my life? He doesn't deserve my attention.

So I'm a good sport about it.

I wait till Professor Luin is looking the other way and that Lily is speaking with MacDonald before I turn and promptly throw it at the Marauders, getting Lupin straight in the face before I turn back and look all innocent. Man with this face, I could be an actress! For god knows what but I could be an actor! But my little victory ended a bit too soon because just before the teacher turned around, that damn notebook hit my head again. But it landed right next to you and now there is more writing in it.

That actually did hurt you know! – RL

I demand that she apologizes! – PP

I'm telling you, if she was heartless enough to burn my hair she wouldn't give a damn about hitting Moony in the face, huh kid? – SB

Kid? KID? I'm seven months older than him, it's anyone should be called KID at this moment, it's that guy! But before I could make eye roll or crap like that, new writing appears on it.

Padfoot, we're seven months older than you, you're the child here.

Oh so you're taking HER side?

Wait … is this a five-way notebook? H … when … oh right I'm insignificant to their life, I shouldn't care. But this is insightful to when they are going to attack me. Hmmm … this is mine now =]

I shut the notebook and slip it under you for now, looking around.

"Potter, who do you think is better at Beater Position? Rosier or Black?" MacDonald asked as she looked around Evans for my opinion.

I blink and shrug. "Never been to a Qudditch Game since my first year."

Both girls gave me a sympathetic look before Evans stated quite loudly. "Well Rosier seems to have gotten so much better and I heard that with him on the team, Slytherin won't lose at all this year." She glances over my shoulder to which I heard a sarcastic snort.

"Evans, shut up, Gryffindor is going to win this year, just go for us for once!" Black growled.

Huh, I guess she was aiming her retorts over to Black. Oh well.

Well now those two are bickering.

I hope Harry is okay.

Casually Later, Wednesday, History of Magic

Dying of boredom.

McKinnon is asleep right next to me.

Still no sign of Harry.

Where is that bird?

I really need my sketch book right now.

Still Later, Wednesday, History of Magic

Poem to Thy History of Magic

Oh sweet class of boredom,

How much more time till freedom?

My classmate looks like she's dead,

And most of us just rather to lay in a bed.

You are the most boring class,

And you still got to learn how not to be a pain in the ass.

We all wish you were gone like history,

How Dumbledore puts up with you is a mystery.

Just put us out of our misery,

And let us learn about something recent like the marketing industry.

God I'm starting to ramble,

And this is the most horrible drabble.

…

I suck at poems….

Finally! Wednesday, Free Period!

Out of the stupidest class ever! Now I just have to go to see Professor Reggie now. After this will be lunch and I'll probably be in the library till then … or should I go see Madam Pomfrey?

"Hey Potter!"

Gotta go, McKinnon is calling me.

After Talking with McKinnon. Wednesday, Corridor.

McKinnon just wanted to tell me that she wants me to sit with her during lunch- and that James wants to talk with me apparently.

Hmmmmm….

….

Nah – he's no importance to me at all. Let's keep walking to Professor Reggie's class.

Free period, Wednesday, D.A.D.A. classroom

I feel like a housewife.

Why?

Because I was just cleaning up Professor Reggie's classroom.

See he's not exactly here yet, when I got into class, he wasn't anywhere in the class, so I made myself comfy at an empty seat until I realized that his desk was a complete mess and it was only the second day. … Okay not only the desk, his whole class actually. So I only tied up my hair with a hair band, took out my wand and set to work. What's pretty neat is that I know an incantation that helps me bring to life an object (ex: desk, chair, etc.) to help me out. So I used it on his coat rack so that it could help me clean around the counters. I set to work on his desk, organizing his papers according to class and then I realized that most of them were planning papers.

I smiled softly when I realized he had many ideas for the classes even though it was just the first two days. Although I didn't really know him back when he was a seventh year, I heard from other teachers that he was a fantastic student.

Apparently, planning out things was always the best way to make your future.

Reading over some of his plans, I realized there were no sketches of his plans – I realized he never sketched anything in class either. He was a writer. It was noticeable when you read his works. I mean, I write too, but his works … they were just so … interesting. I'm more of the sketcher here.

When I was reading his seventh year planner, it was when he finally walked in.

He seemed relieved yet surprised when he saw him. "Abbey, there you are."

I gave him a mere nod, "Yeah, I got here just when History finished – where'd you go?"

"I heard," He started as he walked over to his desk, "that you got injured in Herbology this morning … are you well?" He asked concernedly, fingering my hand. He usually used this tone with me, so I wasn't surprised – what with fifth year …. Anyways, I only nodded and held up the planner.

"I got you a bit more organized, Professor, seeing as you lack your ability to organize, I think I should be paid." I teased him, flicking my wand to the coat rack that had finished putting books in order. It scurried back to its corner and was no longer mobile. Professor Reggie blushed, reaching to scratch the back of his neck while I tapped the planner against his chest. I rolled my eyes and placed the book down while looking around the room.

This classroom always did bring back memories. A small smile appeared on my face then, as I moved away from his desk to sit on the railing of the stairs leading up to his actual office and dorm. Looking around, I could remember everything that had happened in this classroom.

Like when me and Remus first walked through the doors to the very, very, VERY distant memories of friendship we had.

Like when I first learned defense against my brothers.

Like when I learned about creatures that muggles would think mythical.

Like when I faced redemption from other students.

Seven years ago I was an innocent girl with intentions of befriending many people and being the best student/sister I could ever be.

Seven years fast forward, I am a broken girl with only memories to reflect off of to make me stronger.

"Time sure flies by, doesn't it, Chris?" I heard myself tell Professor Reggie who was looking through his planner. He looked up at me while I was gazing around the room.

He only chuckled, "It seemed that way to me too when I was in my seventh year, back when you were just but a tiny little second year." Professor Reggie stated softly as he examined me. I only sighed.

"That was back when I still had hopes to be a witch worth liking. Look at me now; I started Seventh Year after a whole lot of crap in my life. I'm surprised I made it this far." I grinned at him, causing him to roll his eyes.

"It wasn't like anyone was going to kill you-"

I have him a blank stare, only raising my eyebrow at him and he backtracked.

"Okay fine, you have been in more dangerous situations than anyone put together in this school but honestly they weren't intentional-"

I could practically see a sweat drop form at the back of his head when he saw my stare hardened into a glower.

"You know what? I'll shut up."

"Good thinking."

So here is where I sit, every now and then responding to some questions that Professor Reggie has for me about the plans. As I sit here, watching him, I honestly think he's a very mature man… it's no wonder that the girls are gunning for him. His mahogany locked falling over his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, the planner in front of his tanned face, reading through his ideas while biting the tip of his quill. His phantom teal eyes going back and forth across the pages of his planner. Merlin was he handsome. He made me feel all insecure about my appearance and all. I was just plain with messy black hair that has its tips bewitched into shining different colors every day. My eyes are an ugly hazel that doesn't even shine; I'm extremely pale and thin, small too.

Actually I find it odd that I am making friends with beautiful people.

I mean come on.

Lily Evans might not even be muggleborn – there has to be some magic blood in there somewhere because she makes me think of a Veela. Her skin is nicely tanned, mostly from spending her days outside during summer or school days I'm guessing. Her hair is very silky and beautiful. It falls down to her waist, curling softly at the end. The eyes, I mean come on, they shine like emeralds placed in beautiful white light. She's even taller than me and according to comments I've heard from boys, she's got quite a figure. I can't fucking compare to her!

Not only is she beautiful but her friends are exactly like that too!

Marlene McKinnon has the same tan as James! Her eyes are sea blue that sparkle so much like water. Although the complete tomboy she is, she spends a bit of time taming her silky golden locks that are shoulder length but usually put up in a ponytail, especially for Qudditch. She's got an even bigger chest than Lily! I swear to Merlin that Emmaline Vance is a Malibu Barbie! She's not tan but she's not pale, her hair is a pretty chocolate brown that is style with her bangs pinned up while the rest of her mid-back length hair flows about. Her eyes, they remind me of faded apple green colors that only she could pull off. She lacks very little in the chest department! Mary MacDonald is like … I don't even know why she comes to Hogwarts when it's clear she belongs at a beach, she's got a real tan that is perfect. The hair- honestly – the hair is beach blonde but it just reaches the nape of her neck and she keeps all her hair way from her face with a headband. Her eyes are a chocolate brown that stand out almost instantly! Pssh her body is like Lily's!

Pssh, even the Ravenclaw girls from the train look better than me! Trixie Shays has long mahogany hair that goes up to her waist! Her body is far better than my own, plus she's got that Qudditch tan too. But what makes her special is her eyes. You bet your dragons that you will never find yellow eyes that spiral into blue like hers do. They just stand out! Trixie's step-sister, Nora Shays, yeah her hair is caramel brown and eyes that are jaded color. She's just like Trixie; except she's a bit paler and less toned (Trixie really works out). Lauren Demoor? She's like Greek God Venus or whatever that girl is. She might as well be a Veela! I mean her hair is dirty blond – but it's a pretty dirty blond that goes past her shoulders. Her eyes are so blue, they're practically purple! Plus she's like McKinnon's size in the chest area.

Honestly, being around all these … model type of girls is a real let down for me.

Plus they are so social and cool and kind … I got nothing on them.

I wonder why they even-

"Hey Abbey?"

I looked up from my writing to look at Professor Reggie who was now sitting correctly at his chair, planner on the table, but he was looking away from me, like at the opposing wall but not really … seeing it anyway.

"Yeah, Chris?"

"Have I … been a good teacher the past two years?" He leaned in chair, turning to look at me with curious eyes although they held a double meaning that I couldn't decipher.

I give him a bewildered look, "What brings this up?"

"Just answer my question."

I sigh before giving him a smile, "Professor Christopher Reggie, you are the most magnificent teacher I have ever had, what bring this up?"

He stares at me a bit longer then he resigns from his gaze and sighs. "I just needed some … feedback."

I gave him a strange look before looking at the clock. Two minutes till lunch, gotta start my way down to the Great Hall to meet up with McKinnon. Closing up just about everything, I pick up my bag, and he notices.

"Leaving already?"

I nodded, pointing at the clock, "I'm going down to the Great Hall for lunch with McKinnon, see you tomorrow!" I waved bye to him and made my way out.

Lunch … and Harry still isn't here … where is that bird?

After Dinner, Wednesday, Girls' Dorms

Nothing much happened since what happened in Professor Reggie's class. I managed to avoid James all day even though he's in most of my classes (honestly I am curious about what he wants to talk about ... but you know ... my trust is on the low for him so I rather not). Lunch went spectacularly with McKinnon and the girls, The Shays girls and Demoor joined us, so it was quite peppy. Dinner was the same except without the Ravenclaws, and now I'm sitting here, still with Harry's cold food in my bag, waiting for the bird to get here while the girls are downstairs.

The Marauders are downstairs too, my haven is up here. Thank Merlin.

Wait there's a tapping at my window….

HARRY! And he's got a parcel with him!

Quickly, I let in Harry, taking out his food from my backpack and giving it to him while I reach for the parcel and letter that is tied to his leg.

First I open the letter, since I already know what Aunt Lynx sent me.

It reads:

Dear Abbey,

Ah you know me so well. I actually am bored; Lorcan is magic to do just about anything he can. I might take you up on that offer of considering working at Hogwarts next year, Dumbledore's already asked me. And yes … I probably would. Hahahahaha.

Tsk, tsk, you need to take more responsibility for your items, kiddo. I sent you the first one I could find, it's a used one that I found in one of the rooms, but it's not drawn in much … maybe it was your brother's notebook? The pictures are really detailed- I'm surprised we got another artist in the family besides you. By the way, nice way to butter me up even more with the 'niece who loves you very much' thing. Haha, so what kind of trouble as James and Sirius bestowed on Hogwarts? I mean, we don't get any more letters on their troublemaking – probably because it's normal for them now, but honestly, what have they done?

Hit me up soon, kay kiddo?

Signed, yours truly,

Aunt Lynx

P.S. How's Professor Reggie~? *wink, wink*

I called it didn't I? Yes I did. Oh Aunt Lynx, if only you knew the truth of my sketch book and why you don't get any letters. Quite frankly, I made it so that the house-elves high-jack school owls before they reach my parents, that way, no one knows what goes on at school. Plus my parents are always busy so no one can contact them, and I know Riley had blocked any sort of meeting with my family members that way our parents or my aunt know about my school abuse.

Now let's check out this notebook. Quite frankly, my brothers aren't artists; they suck at drawing … well Riley does anyway. There's a reason why James is my twin.

While Harry is eating away at his food on my bedside table, I open the package just in time to see an elegant notebook. It's scarlet and gold, no surprise there. But it dons no title on the lines imprinted on the front cover. I shrug, better for me, no? Opening the journal, first I'm greeted with a well-drawn sketch of the Great Hall filled with students. Turning the page, I see a picture of the Marauders, which makes me frown although how well-drawn it is. It continues on like that, pictures of Hogwarts, the Marauders, sometimes of my dorm mates, but what stunned me the most were the pictures of me. Though I was never smiling in any of them, they usually caught me frowning, impassive, and sometimes even sad but never really looking at the said sketcher. There was one that intrigued me, however, one where I was sleeping at my desk, bag against my side.

That was what filled up the first quarter of the thick notebook. And quite frankly, it surprised me.

Who else is talented at drawing in the family?