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I opened up the journal. Fred and George were at their last Quidditch practice before the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match. Rigel and Lee were in detention. Taping Mrs. Norris to the ceiling was never acceptable, although it was a lot of fun. I sat in the armchair in the corner of the common room as far from the main hubbub. This Eliana person was actually rather interesting.

This wasn't my idea. I mean when have I ever done something this girly? It was all Maize's idea. Of course Laura had to go along with it as well but that's not the point. This is a journal, a perfectly normal journal in case something bad happens to me. After all, what do we have without our memories?

I'm a third year, a Gryffindor, a muggleborn, and pretty proud of it. I'm not normal. It's a crime to be normal anyways.

I think anyone who has ever met you certainly knows you're not normal.

Good-wait how are you writing in here. Aren't you on a date with that Xenophilius guy?

IT'S NOT A DATE!

Sure, Miss We're-Sitting-In-The-Most-Secluded-Corner-Of-The-Library.

He's studying for his OWLS. We're just friends and I mean just friends.

Laura and Xeno sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-NG!

Shut up! He's two years older.

How can I shut up? I'm writing in a book, MY book.

Well how's that working out for you?

There were several lines crossed out. I couldn't decipher any of it.

Eliana, are you feeling okay? You seem like you've been infested with wrackspurts.

Wait are those the things that make your brain go all fuzzy?

That's one way to put it.

Stop laughing

I'm not- all right how could you tell?

Same way I'm passing divination.

By using a magic 8 ball.

Nah, I broke that one. I guessed.

That's fine and dandy. I'll meet you in the common room in a while, okay?

Yep. Wonderful.

Now that, she's gone I can try to figure out how to keep her out. That should do it. I don't think anyone but me will be able to find it for a good 15 years. It could be like a time capsule, preserving my life at Hogwarts for future generations. I'll probably just leave it on a bookshelf in the library. It's safest there anyways. We're almost at war. There's this guy, Duke Moldyshorts or something equally insane. He thinks he is oh-so-supirior. I just think he's like Hitler. Moldywarts is probably not even pureblood. Hitler was part Jewish, wasn't he? I mean, Voldy-baldy-mort is probably a half-blood.

Until next time, empty book that Maize is making me write. I have Quidditch practice.

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Morning dawned faster than I expected. The match was today. There was an excited mood in the air. Wood was barking instructions to the team. They had tromped down to the great hall, closely followed by the rest of Gryffindor tower. The only way we could wake Fred and George up was to set off a dungbomb right next to their bed. Let's just say it was a mad rush for the exit.

"You've got to eat some breakfast."

"I don't want anything."

The nerves had arrived. Harry was pushing his scrambled eggs around his plate, not eating a single bite.

"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.

"I'm not hungry."

We had an hour before the match. Rigel was putting the final touches on our banner. Hermione helped us with it. We took one of Ron's old sheets. Scabbers had chewed up the edges. Rigel drew a large Gryffindor lion underneath my handwriting reading, "Potter for President." Hermione had practiced the color-changing charm on it. She was really getting the hang of it.

"Harry, you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team."

"Thanks, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus pile ketchup on his sausages. Boys eat like pigs, well at least the boys I know.

I scurried off before a majority of the crowd. Lee said if I got down to the pitch before Minnie, I could help commentate, or at least sit up there and possibly hit the score button.

"Ready Squirt?" Lee asked.

"My name is not squirt."

"Sure it isn't."

I was about to tackle Lee when Minnie came up to her spot on the bench, a small Gryffindor flag in hand.

"Miss Tonks, would you kindly join your classmates in the student section?"

"I invited her Professor," Lee said placing an arm around my shoulder, which I shrugged off.

"Very well, but I want no funny business from either of you," Minnie's lips thinned dangerously at the thought.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin teams walked onto the field. The two teams were quite different. The Slytherins were all male and fairly close to resembling the mountain troll we saw on Halloween. It was a miracle they could even get off the ground. I was proud to say I could name everyone on the Gryffindor team. Oliver Wood, the 5th year obsessive captain, grimaced as he shook hands with the Slytherin Captain, Flint. They both looked ready to break each other's hand.

Fred and George were knocking into each other like they were playing ping-pong waiting for Madame Hooch's signal. Harry was staring at the ground. I tried to get his attention. It wasn't working until Fred nudged him on the shoulder and gestured in my direction. I gave him a large smile and a thumbs-up before pointing at our makeshift sign. Harry's face lit up.

All the players clambered onto their brooms. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and the game began.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor — what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too —"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

I cut in. "She's really going-"

"Hey Squirt, this is my job. And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve — back to Johnson and — no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes — Flint flying like an eagle up there — he's going to sc— no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle — that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and — OUCH — that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger — Quaffle taken by the Slytherins — that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger — sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which"

"How can you not tell which? How long have you known them? That was George, by the way."

I saw Minnie's lips grow slightly narrower.

Lee stole the microphone away from me again.

"—Nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes — she's really flying — dodges a speeding Bludger — the goal posts are ahead — come on, now, Angelina — Keeper Bletchley dives — misses — GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.

" Flint's off with the quaffle- passes to Warrington avoiding Spinnet-nice try anyways Alicia-"

"But Bell is on Warrington's other side- can't you see that?- and she snags it- skirts around Bole's wide Bludger-"

"Which nearly hits Gryffindor seeker, Harry Potter-"

"Who is absolutely amazing, the youngest seeker in a century-"

"Quiet Amira, I'm talking. He's the youngest player in a century."

"That's what I was just saying-"

"Quite the find of Wood's nearly as good or better than Charlie Weasley. Flint seizes back the quaffle."

"Fred Weasley hits a Bludger at Flint. Flint goes down. Quaffle grabbed by Katie Bell."

"Quick Pass to Spinnet-Back to Bell. She shoots-Bletchly comes forward-and MISSES-GOAL! - Slytherin in possession. Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the — wait a moment — was that the Snitch?"

Pucey, being the idiot that he is, dropped the quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.

The seekers were amazing to watch. They were neck in neck. Harry was slowly edging out Higgins. He reached out his arm and WHAM! Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.

"Oi! That was deliberate!"

Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again.

"So — after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating —"

"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul…"

"Tonks, I'm warning you—"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

"That's it Tonks, out!"

I trudged away, to join Rigel, Hermione, Ron and our lovely banner. I distinctly heard McGonagall mutter under her breath, "I swear, it's like they're back."

I slid next to Rigel. Hagrid had joined them.

"That was wicked, Amira," Ron said as he high-fived me.

"Honestly, you could have gotten into loads of trouble for that…" Hermione began what proved to be a very long rant.

"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled. He stared through his binoculars. "If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom… but he can't have…"

Suddenly, people were pointing up at Harry all over the stands. His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Then the whole crowd gasped. Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand.

"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus whispered.

"Can't have," Hagrid said, his voice shaking. "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic — no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."

At these words, Hermione seized Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking frantically at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" moaned Ron, gray-faced.

"I knew it," Hermione gasped, "Snape — look."

Rigel grabbed the binoculars, and then handed them to me. Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath.

"He's doing something — jinxing the broom," said Hermione.

"What should we do?"

"Leave it to me."

"Are you sure? Amira and I could do it. Snape already hates us."

"Plus what's one more detention?"

"I have to do this for Harry."

Ron snatched the binoculars from me and watched every one of Harry's frightening lurches closer. Fred and George began to circle below him, like vultures, to catch him, if it got much worse.

Stupid Marcus Flint scored five times throughout it all. The only people that seemed to notice it were the Slytherins. Their cheers were miniscule to the frantic worrying of everyone else.

There was a burst of blue light from the teacher's stand. Oh Hermione hurry up! I couldn't just sit there doing nothing either.

"What can we do?" I was becoming frantic.

"There's nothing we can do; just sit and watch," Rigel snapped.

"We could," I trailed off before it came to me, "soften the fall."

"With what?"

"Lorem Ipsumis" I waved my wand at the Quidditch Pitch.

"Brilliant."

We each cast a handful of the spells before Harry was miraculously able to clamber back onto his broom.

"Neville, you can look!" Ron said. Neville had been sobbing into Hagrid's jacket for the last five minutes.

Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick— he hit the field on all fours bouncing nearly a foot back into the air — coughed — and something gold fell into his hand.

"Is that-?"I asked not really daring to believe.

"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.

"WE WON! WE WON!" Ron was shouting over and over again, like he had never seen a team win a Quidditch match before. I mean, Charlie was Captain last year.

Rigel, Ron, Hagrid and I raced down to the field. I gave Fred and George quick congratulations, telling them "Rigel and I would meet them in the tower to help with the party, but we wanted to talk to Harry first."

Harry was incidentally getting a very large hug from Hermione. She stepped away and Hagrid nearly crushed him.

"Yeh fly just like yer dad, Harry, maybe even better."

Harry seemed breathless whether it was because he had just been nearly flattened or because he hadn't heard much about his parents. "Really?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you all at my place. Fancy a cuppa tea?"

We nodded in unison before heading towards the cabin on the edge of the woods.

Lee was happily yelling results behind us.

"It was Snape," Ron was explaining, "We saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish," said Hagrid, who didn't seem to have heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"

We shared long looks. Who would tell Hagrid? It was hard to believe even if Snape is an evil greasy haired git.

"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."

Hagrid dropped the teapot. "How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.

"That thing's name was Fluffy?" Rigel nearly shouted. "That monster was named Fluffy?"

I tried to cover for Rigel. Hagrid really was good company and I'd hate to loose him for calling a friend of his a monster. Hagrid just had unorthodox opinions of what was dangerous. "Not monster, more like massive probably misunderstood Cerberus."

"Yeah — he's mine — bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year — I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the —"

Yes?" said Harry eagerly.

Ah and I had such high hopes. You don't ever go straight out and ask when it comes to classified information.

"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."

"But Snape's trying to steal it."

"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."

"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" cried Hermione.

The afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Snape.

"I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh — yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel"

"Aha!" said Harry, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"

I guess you can get information if you ask straight out. Next time, I'll just take Fred's advice and get Hagrid drunk.

A.N. That took longer than I expected but how do you think it went? I really enjoyed writing Eliana's diary, even if today's entry was more of an introduction. So how'd you think it went? Leave a review and tell me. Also feel free to leave me a story recommendation for either yours or someone else's. I'm always looking for something new.