I own nothing. (All quotes indented and bold fonts were taken from one of J.K. Rowling's books.)
This story has been taken and pieced together from three unique diaries. Unfortunately, due to the fact that the information in the diaries is often quite biased, different parts of each diary have been used to describe certain events.
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Lilly West an the Sorcerer's Barf-Bag
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Lilly West
About three weeks had passed since I'd first started Hogwarts, and I was beginning to think that I may like it here. But I couldn't be sure- not when half the teachers hated me because of the house I was in. I mean, seriously! Who cares if I dislike muggle-borns a bit, and who cares if I seem to be very good friends with Blaise Zabini, whose mother was famous for marrying rich men? The teachers here were so biased.
So, here I was, downstairs in the great hall, eating cereal for breakfast.
I was talking with Blaise and Millicent, who seemed to enjoy calling me by my surname. Not that I had a problem with it or anything. My Grandmother only used my name during formal occasions, usually referring to me as 'you spoiled brat' or 'dunce.' Yeah, so I wasn't bothered by their way of addressing me.
"Tho, are you thaying that you'vth never heard of the Weird Thithterth before?" Millicent said to Blaise with her 'lithp'. I'd gotten used to Millicent's voice a long time ago (it's kind of what happens when one hears her 'withpering' every night) but I could tell that Blaise was struggling to comprehend by the way he tapped his foot fast on the floor.
"Yes, I've never heard of the Weird Thithterth before," he said irritably, "I don't know anyone who has." "Theriouthly? They're the motht popular band on the WWN. Even my mother enjoyth lithening to their muthic." "Mmth talking bout mn Rer Isters," I said, my mouth full. Blaise raised his hands in despair. "What the hell are you talking about? I can't understand either of you." I laughed and he looked at me with narrowed eyes. "What is this? Some kind of joke?" Swallowing my food, I began to talk.
"Dude-"
"You're not an American muggle."
"Zabini, she was talking about the Weird Sisters. Bulstrode has a lithp," I said, before glancing at Millicent and adding "I mean, a lisp." "Oh," Blaise said, sounding very annoyed, "yes, I know about them." We ate the rest of the meal in silence, although Millicent and I continued to sneak glances at Blaise, who was looking rather flushed. No doubt he was ticked off at the fact that he'd looked like an idiot for not understanding Millicent.
I'd come to the realization that Blaise was a very difficult person to understand. He enjoyed doing well in school, but he didn't mind when his teachers gave him a bad grade. He disliked muggle-borns, but he could care less about purebloods and the status they gave themselves. He was in Slytherin, but he didn't have much respect for You-Know-Who (then again, who did these days? It takes a complete idiot to be defeated by a baby.) But I liked him. He could be funny, in a rude sort of way, and he made fun of me often, but like a friend would.
Millicent on the other hand, was like the Wise Woman of the Forest, with all of the stuff that she knew about Herbology and 'Magical Creatures'. And boys. Millicent knew a lot about boys (though I didn't know why, because with her unibrow, she could never attract one. No offence or anything.)
When we were all finished, Blaise went to go join some of the other Slytherin boys in our year. Millicent and I were left behind to walk to class on our own. So sad, so sad. But I got over it, and the two of us were talking and giggling loudly by the time we were at the classroom doorway.
I was doing my very own imitation of a house elf dancing when I suddenly crashed into Draco Malfoy. He looked down on me, and I have to say that I'd never been so scared in my life. Which is why I said "don't mind me, just doing my imitation of a house elf." And then he scowled, and Gregory Goyle picked me up by the collar.
Blaise Zabini
"So you have Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw?" Derik Alliday asked me, his butt-ugly eyes nearly popping out of his head. We were talking about our collections of Chocolate Frog Cards, and both he and I had an almost complete set.
When we turned the corner, I heard two voices. One was deep(ish) and drawling, and the other was high-pitched and most definitely Lilly's. What had she gotten herself into now? Derik and I rushed down the hall and pushed our way through a crowd of first year Slytherins waiting for Charms class to begin.
In the center of it all was Lilly, her hair shiny, but slightly ruffled, probably due to the fact that Gregory Goyle was HOLDING HER UP BY THE COLLAR. Then there was Malfoy, a smirk plastered on his pale face, with Crabbe standing behind him. And finally, there was Bulstrode, looking as wom-manly as ever, trying desperately to blend into the crowd.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. I'm a half breed. Can you but put me down now?" Lilly was talking to Malfoy, seemingly unfazed, and everyone in the hall could tell that it was annoying Draco greatly. Although West looked calm, I could tell that she was nervous. After all, she was twisting the silver ring she wore every day, something she only did when she was panicking.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" Malfoy spat.
"I can talk to you in whichever way I please."
"You wish you could, you half breed."
"I don't even have to wish."
"Crabbe," Malfoy drawled. "I think West here, should learn how to respect her superiors. I think a bit of duffing up should do it." Crabbe and him stepped forward, Crabbe looking as faithful as ever. Something inside of me told my feet to move forward, and something inside me told my mouth to say "wow. Beating up a girl, Malfoy? I never thought that you'd stoop so low."
Malfoy's brows furrowed, and then he smirked. Glancing from Lilly to me, he finally turned to face West. "Oh, look, West. Your boyfriend has come to save you. Guess you weren't as brave as we all thought." Lilly rolled her eyes. "Um, he's not my boyfriend." And then she looked at the crowd. "For the record, I'm not allowed to date until I turn thirteen."
A few kids in the crowd laughed.
"Think you're funny, West?" Malfoy's smirk turned into a sneer. "Goyle, let her down," Malfoy ordered. Goyle dropped her, and while Lilly rubbed her neck, Draco walked over. "You know what, West? I think we should settle this with a proper fight. How about a duel, during-"
"October," said a girl, pushing herself through the crowd. One glance and I recognized her as a third year Slytherin. "Excuse me?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her, "but who are you to go meddling about in other people's business?" "Yeah," Lilly said, placing her hand on her hip. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy (which she was.) What kind of idiot goes around backing up the person who was trying to beat them up? I know: Lilly!
"I said October. It will be the perfect time to fight her," was the girl's only reply. Malfoy rolled his eyes and said, "why?" "Because something important is happening in October. A sort of competition. That's why," said the girl. Then she winked, and made her way down the hall. Everyone in the crowd exchanged glances, and I knew we were all thinking the same thing: what was going to happen in October?
Our thoughts were interrupted when Professor Flitwick walked into the hall. "Now, who's ready to practice our summoning charms?" He said, clapping his hands together with glee. We all faked enthusiasm, and as we followed the professor into the classroom, Lilly walked beside me. "I think I might really like Malfoy," she said, a pleasant smile on her face. "Really?" I asked, sitting in a desk beside her.
Lilly grasped my shoulders with both of her hands and shook me. "Are you crazy? Why do you think that I'd ever even consider befriending a dingbat like that?" She cried, before she earned a glare from Flitwick. I chuckled as her face went red and she looked down at her feet.
There really never was a dull moment when you were friends with Lilly West.
Draco Malfoy
What had that third year been talking about? Everyone was dying to know; even though the fight had been three weeks ago and the first of October had already passed. It had been the main topic of almost every conversation in Slytherin, and even I had to admit that I was anxious to know what was going to happen. In the back of one of my notebooks I'd been writing each of the many rumors the other first years had dreamed up.
The older Slytherins are going to put Lilly and I in an arena and watch us battle. (As if.)
October was the month where all four of the Houses compete in a major competition. (This one was ridiculous, because both Lilly and I were in the same house, and we were the ones fighting one another, not other houses.)
Lilly had hired the third year to say that because she was too chicken to fight. (Although this rumor was the only one that seemed true, I wasn't too trusting- after all, I'd heard this one out of the mouth of Pansy Parkinson.)
That morning, I awoke with a silver envelope on top of my bedside table. A glance around the common room told me that everyone else had one too. I picked it up and opened it. Inside was an emerald green slip of paper, and in silver ink were the words:
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
Welcome to Slytherin. We are proud to inform you
that you, along with all other students in your year,
will be a part of the ancient 'Slytherin Competition.'
It will take place throughout the entire year.
This tradition is performed yearly,
and it will determine who is the best boy and girl Slytherin in your year.
The winners of this competition will be crowned the
Prince of Slytherin and the Princess of Slytherin.
The Prince and Princess will eventually be called the King and Queen of Slytherin
in their 6th year,
where they will host and plan the 'Slytherin Competition' themselves.
Winning the competition means that your name will be written in the book of Slytherins,
a treasure that has been passed down for centuries.
The winners will also receive a photo shoot with Myron Wagtail,
lead singer from the band called 'The Weird Sisters.'
To receive more instructions,
please meet the King and Queen of Slytherin downstairs in the common room,
tonight at 7:30 sharp.
Any latecomers will be disqualified.
Thank you,
The King and Queen of Slytherin
Wow. I read the letter over, once, twice, three times. So that was what the girl had been talking about… well, one thing was for sure. My first year at Hogwarts was about to become a lot more interesting.