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I do not do this for reviews, only for the love of writing.
I had gone into first year with the expectations that I could get on peacefully with my schooling. But it seemed that my housemates and friends had a talent for finding trouble. I mostly stayed out of it electing to spend my time with Fred and George- but that didn't stop the trio- Harry, Ron and Hermione- telling me all their, quite frankly idiotic escapades and shenannigans. I guess that's what happens when you're friends with the Boy Who Lived.
First year was a whirlwind to be honest. My friends had battled a mountain troll and lived and met a giant 3 headed dog and lived. They faced off against out Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, who apparently had He Who Must Not Be Named on the back of his head. No wonder the man was a stuttering mess. The cherry on top of the cake that was my first year was that I had to put up with Snape all year- and faced the idea that I would have to put up with him for another six years. The man hated Gryffindor's as a general rule- but seemed to especially hate Harry and myself.
Amidst all the adventures that my friends were off having, Harry somehow managed to make it onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And had his broom hexed in the first game. Only Harry. Then of course there was Draco Malfoy to deal with. He wasn't a real problem per se. More of an annoying ringing in your ears that would't go away.
So all in all- first year was pretty eventful. My father got a good laugh out of it.
I went into second year hoping it might be slightly more peaceful than the previous year. I was wrong. Harry and Ron made a spectacular entrance- in a flying car. I decided then to discard my hopes of a peaceful year because it just seemed impossible at this rate.
The first incident was Filch's cat, Mrs Norris, being petrified. Seeing Filch angry was quite entertaining- until we saw the creepy message written in blood on the wall. The second incident was a weird first year called Colin Creevey who liked to take pictures all the time. Then there was Justin Finch-Fletchley. Finally there was Hermione. We all knew that Hogwarts had become dangerous, but when it happened to Hermione it really hit home.
This whole thing was about the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir of Slytherin. Of course my three friends couldn't let the adults handle this and decided to do some investigation of their own. Starting with the interrogation of Draco Malfoy. Using the Polyjuice Potion to morph into his friends. Where they got these idea's from I had no clue. Once again I refused to be a part of their hairbrained schemes.
After Hermione was petrified, Harry and Ron disappeared and I had a sneaky suspicion that they had gone to play hero again- after all it had been revealed that Ron's little sister, Ginny had been taken hostage by the Chamber's monster. Which turned out to be a great ruddy snake! My education was getting off to a great started. Of course that was all resolved, and everyone who had been petrified had been restored and peace can once again settle at Hogwarts. Not bloody likely.
The scariest thing all year had to be the incompetence of our DADA professor-Gilderoy Lockheart. Gave me nightmares. Gave my dad a giggle.
I had higher hopes for third year. You would have thought I would have learned by then not to get my hopes up. And third year was shaping up to be the scariest of all. Daddy was coming to Hogwarts!