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 and the Sorcerer's Barf-Bag

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Lilly West

I sucked on the end of my feather quill, waiting for Professor Binns to shut up. "… and that is when Hubrid Garandid Barnibis Delarge the Third, a well known goblin king, decided to build his sword. He was nervous, you see, and he felt the need to make it. In my humble opinion, that was a strange move…" I yawned loudly, and beside me, Zabini sniggered.

Quickly, I jotted down notes on 'Hubrid Whatever Whatever Whatever the Fifth (or was is the Second...?) and flipped to the end page of my notebook. There, hidden from the eyes of everyone but Rosalie Ghostfire, an annoying Slytherin snoop who likes to read over people's shoulders, was my list of people who were in the Competition. I had chosen to write about the competition in here because I had nothing better to do during these classes- I swear, I'd fallen asleep, like, five times in here. Anywho, I glanced over the list of Slytherin First Years and looked at the names with 'X's' beside them- those twelve hadn't made it past the first task.

Vincent Crabbe (huh. Big surprise there.)… Daphne Greengrass… Theodore Nott…

I bit my thumbnail, wondering for the fifty-billionth time why Millicent Bulstrode had not been kicked out.

It made absolutely no sense to me whatsoever, and worse: it made no sense to Blaise. (As anyone could plainly see, Zabini was the brains of our friendship.) Millicent was attacked with a sleeping spell, and she was found sleeping in her bed- that was normal. But how, in the whole world, did she end up in bed in the first place? And how, if she was unable to walk, did she still complete the task? It was all a mystery…

(Well, maybe not really a mystery, but still.)

I still hadn't talked to Millicent yet, even though today was December 5th and it'd been around a month since we'd first said "hello." (Well, actually, we never did say "hello," it was more of a grunt every morning because during 6:00-6:11, all Slytherins are incapable of speech, due to the fact that we all stay up late writing in our diaries and thinking up evil schemes.)

Tapping my fingers, I looked back up at Professor Binns, who'd now, to everyone's delight (NOT), begun talking about his youth and how it related to the Goblin Riots. "… and just like my mother tempted me inside with a slice of hot pie, the same happed to Wertubun with a shiny object. You see, all goblins are similar to magpies- they collect glittery things…" To my right, Goyle was snoring softly. Good- hopefully, he'd sleep his way through the next task.

I looked over at Blaise and mouthed 'what time is it?' Blaise held up his five fingers. Urgh! Five o'clock. Still. Our last class of the day, The History of Magic, ended at five thirty. I placed my head on my desk. Why was time running so slowly? Why was time running so slowly? Why was time running so slowly…

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"Yes, that's right, Pansy, I am awesome. Thank you for saying so," I said, holding a silver tiara in my hand.

"I should have known you would win. I'm so sorry for thinking that you wouldn't," Pansy said, staring down at her toes. That's weird- she was wearing Bunny slippers with the words 'Blaise Zabini' embroidered on each ear. I shrugged it off- I was really enjoying her apology.

"Yes, you should be sorry." I tossed the tiara up in the air, and gasped as the green emerald in the center turned into a snake. Whoa… "Lilly Wesssssst… Lilly Wesssssst…

"Lilly Wetht if you do not wake up right now, I will make thure that you do not make it in time for the nectht tathk!"

Someone slapped me, and I sat up straight and flailed my arms around. "What? Huh? Blaise, what time is it?" I cried franticly. "Blaithe ithn't here, you thleepy head! You thlept through the class and all through dinner, and Tathk Number Two thartth for the girlth in ten minuths!" I squinted in the dim light of the classroom. Who was it? Waaait… who was the only stinkin' person in Slytherin whith a lisp?

Millicent Bulstrode, that's who.

Millicent's outline became clear, and I called out her name. "Yeth, it'th me, thtupid. I came to find you." Bulstrode grabbed my arm and yanked me forward, and before I knew it, the two of us were booking it to the Common Room. "Stop!" I cried, leaning over and clutching my heart. Gosh- why did we have to run so fast? Bulstrode let go, and surveyed me.

"You don't run often, do you?" She said.

"No. Who in Hogwarts runs?"

"I do."

I was tempted to say 'well, it doesn't look it.' But I settled for "oh."

Millicent sighed. "I go running every morning." "Why?" I asked, but I think I already knew the answer- Millicent was the size of an elephant. And unlike most of the stuff I say, I wasn't over-exaggerating. But seriously, if she wanted to improve her look, she should start with her mustache.

"Well, jutht take one look at me!" She cried, and when I looked in her eyes, I noticed that she was tearing up. "I'm hideou-th," she whispered. "Err, no, you're not…" I said, staring at the ground. "Yeth, I am! I'm part giant for goodneth thaketh!" I looked up at her. "Seriously? You're a half-breed?"

Millicent gave me a glare so evil I began to fear for my life.

"After what happened with you and Malfoy, I wanted it to be a thecret," she began. "I'm more of a half-breed than you are! My father wath a giant!" "Aha!" I cried out, realization sounding in my voice. "So that explains why you were able to complete the first task, then! Some spells don't work on you, because you're half, err, you know… so you were asleep for a minute or two and then you finished before me… oh." I'd realized something else: Millicent had been the first one to finish- not me.

"Yeth, and if you're wondering, I'm not upthet at you for uthing that thpell. I would have done the thame thing," she said, straightening out her skirt. I nodded, if I didn't finish first on the first task, then I never could. I was a loser with a capital L. (Loser does start with L, right? I'm such a loser I don't even know how to spell loser.)

"Now come on!" Millicent yelled, grabbing my hand. We reached the common room and both shouted "pureblood!" at the same time. Stumbling in, we saw that a line lead by Harriet Trestin had been formed, one first year after the next. "Get in line!" Veronica Dybukk hissed. I swear, Veronica was the biggest suck up of all time, and I was just about to tell her so when Millicent yanked me. Hard.

We got into line, and Harriet turned around to survey us. "Good. Now that everyone is here," she glared at Bulstrode and I as she spoke, "we may proceed." She opened up the door and led us out. We walked through the dungeons and down a few hallways, and I looked out the windows. The sky was dark and it was snowing heavily. Gawd, how long had I slept?

Harriet stopped at the doors to the great hall. "Now, girls, remember that failure to complete the next task will result in elimination. The reason that we never even hinted on December's task until now, is because it's quite simple to complete if you know the right spell. But it would be pointless- you'd all finish in no time.

"So I'm going to let you in, three at a time, but the last the group will have four girls. You'll be both judged and timed on this one- so do well, and finish quickly. The person with the best score will win.

"So, first up Millicent Bulstrode, Veronica Dybukk and Ingrid Tust," she called, reading off a list. She held open the door, and as the three girls went in, she looked at the rest of us. "Remember," she called, "the spell for this task is ridiculous!" She winked (which really was a horrible sight) and followed the girls, leaving the rest of us in darkness.

For the first while, none of us spoke. And then Rosalie Ghostfire tried to press up her eye to the crack of the door while shouting "I wonder what they're doing in there, I can't see a thing!" I rolled my eyes. "They probably made sure that you couldn't, you prat," I called out, and the girl beside me giggled.

After twenty minutes or so, the next group was called in. And then twenty minutes after that, the next group left. And the next. There were only four of us left now, and we all were standing far apart, glancing at one another from the corners of our eyes. Awkward…

Finally, Harriet opened the door and called us in. "Tracey Davis, Alexis von Rennenberg, Lilly West and Katrina High." We all walked into the hallway in single file, all thinking that we were walking closer to our dooms. The minute we walked into the great hall, however, we were all disappointed.

Even I had to admit that I never thought that 'my doom' would include a wardrobe.

I'm not kidding- on the end of each table was a large wardrobe, cabinet or chest of drawers. Each one of them was shaking violently. Alexis turned to Trestin. "Is this some kind of joke?" She cried, crossing her arms over her chest. Harriet laughed. "I can assure all of you that this is no joke- because today, all four of you will be facing a boggart. The object is to get from you end of the table to the other end, without falling off. Good luck!" And then she walked to the front of the room and sat in Dumbledore's chair.

We all stepped up onto the our ends of the tables, and she waved her wand and shouted "Aperiesque ostium!" One by one, each of the doors opened. I tried to wrack my brain for any information at all on boggarts. Umm… they live under beds (yes. This was a very useful piece of information.)… they take on the shape of the thing that you fear… err, that was it. What did I fear? I would have loved to say 'nothing,' but unfortunately, I am very, very scared of one thing. One stupid thing that nobody else (not even Blaise) could have guessed.

I am terrified of unicorns.

Yes, I know, it is the stupidest thing to be sacred of, but it all started with the death of my parents, who'd died in a unicorn stampede. I'd heard about it from Grandmother, who no doubt told me the whole story to 'toughen me up.' But instead, I ended up having nightmares until I was about seven, and Grandmother had to order Hugo, her manservant, to stand at my door and awaken me if I started to thrash and scream. Each time he awoke me, he'd cuddle me and sing me to sleep. The nightmares had stopped now, but the fear hadn't.

I stared as a white unicorn slowly clip-clopped out of the wardrobe.

Harriet had said that she hadn't given us a hint until now because she didn't want us to know the spell. What was the spell? She said wouldn't give us a hint until now… did that mean that she'd given us a hint when she'd talked to us? What else had she said?

The unicorn stepped closer, whinnying softly. I swear I was paralyzed.

While the first group was walking in, she'd said, "Remember, the spell for the first task is ridiculous!" But she'd said 'ridiculous' weird, with a kind of accent. And then I had it: Gulping gargoyles! Trestin had given us the flippin' spell!

I looked at the unicorn and cried out. The thing's head was raised in fear, and it neighed loudly and began to charge. Before I could seize up in fear again, I pointed my wand and shouted "riddikulus!" The unicorn stopped charging, and before my very eyes, it turned into a little china figurine.

I looked at the other girls- Tracey Davis was on the floor, sobbing. Alexis was facing her boggart, which had taken the shape of a large spider, huge and hairy. And Katrina was looking at me. With a smile on her face. And her boggart was now a rag doll. I let out a word that I will never repeat on paper because it was so foul.

The little cheat! She'd copied me!

I ran as fast as I could, panting heavily. Millicent was right- I didn't run much. Maybe I could run with her one of these days. Before I knew it, I'd run all the way down to the end. I stared at the floor, a few feat below me, and felt a bubble of victory rise up in my chest.

And then I remembered the unicorn, and I fainted.

Draco Malfoy

Lucifer Quaint led us through the hallways, and I yawned. It had taken a while for the girls to finish up- apparently that West girl had fainted, and Harriet had had to take her up to the Hospital Wing. I wondered what could have made her faint. Probably anything, the coward that she is.

You see, after the first task, I'd promised myself that I'd win. Zabini had come first in the first competition, and it'd been driving me crazy ever since. I swear, he was going to lose miserably. Miserably, I tell you!

Quaint stopped at the Great Hall. "Okay, there are eleven of you left, so that means that…" He trailed off and did some calculations on his finger. I don't care what all of the girls said- Lucifer "the Devil" Quaint was a complete idiot. "…there will be two groups of four and one group of three. The first group will be you, you, you, aaaaand you," he said pointing to Zabini, Derik Aliday, Goyle and 'Little Marvin' (who's real name was Marvin Truble- I'd learned it from one of the girls who consistently followed him around. Apparently in the girl mind, tall + boy equaled 'good looking' or something like that.)

The four of them went in, solemn looks on their faces. Lucifer closed the door. And then he opened it again. "Err… Harriet had written me a script like she usually does, but I forgot it this morning, so I guess I can't give you the hint." See what I mean?

He closed the door again, and the rest of us waited in icy silence. I stroked my chin wondering what this challenge was going to be. Duel? Essay? A huge game of hide-and-seek? I had created a list of about fifty things that we possibly could be doing when Lucifer opened the door for the second time.

"Um… how about we get you, Blondie, you and you." Blondie? Just who did he think he was? Just wait 'till my father hears about this… But instead of complaining, I walked into the Great Hall in the front of the line, making sure that I was first (as usual…) and holding my head high.

The minute we walked in, I smiled. A wardrobe? Come on- what were we supposed to do with it? Blow it up? Break it? God, Lucifer was an idiot. "So," Quaint said gesturing towards the wardrobes, "here are the, err, wardrobes. And inside of them are… um… boggarts? Yes, boggarts. So, your mission is to defeat them without falling." Quaint twisted his face up, thinking hard. "No- you're supposed to get up on the tables and then defeat them without falling off. Yeah, that's what Harriet said…"

I sneered. How could such a buffoon have won? I was just about to ask him when he shouted a spell and the doors of the wardrobe whooshed open. I scrambled up onto the table and pointed my wand out at whatever was now stepping out of the wardrobe. To my surprise, it was neither beast nor monster that appeared. Instead, it was Father.

Father was wearing entirely black robes and his pale pointed face was grimacing. "Draco," he shouted, "come here at once!"

I hurried to him quickly.

"You are a complete disappointment to me, Draco."

I was shaking now. What had I done?

"I knew that you'd never win this competition. I was wrong to listen to your mother about sending you here- I should have sent you to Durmstrang. They'd have made a man of you there- at Hogwarts you are nothing to me but a disappointment."

My heart sank. Of course- my father had been one of the Kings of Slytherin. And now his son was coming in second place. I was a disappointment- no! An embarrassment- to him.

I lowered my head in shame as Father sneered. I looked at the other boys. Two of them were on the ground, looking very put-out. And the one on the other side of the room was still on his table, using one of the decorative shields as cover from a bludger that continued try and hit him.

I wondered why Father was here- it couldn't for the competition, right? Because then I'd have to be fighting something. But why was my father yelling at me? I hadn't finished second yet! Lucifer had told us to get to the end of the table without falling off. "Father, I can finish first!"

"No you can't!" My father yelled looking at me with such as look of distaste I felt faint.

"Watch me! I can!" I ran quickly to the end of the table, and looked back. My father was no longer there- just Lucifer with a large grin on his face. "Congratulations, Blondie!" He called. "You've conquered your fears and defeated the boggart!"

The boggart? What in the name of pants was he talking abou- Oh. How dim could I have been? I knew what a boggart was- I'd just forgotten when I'd heard Father's voice. I mentally face-palmed myself. But outwardly, I smirked. "You're in first place," Lucifer said, smiling. "Now that you're done, just head out of the side door and back to the Slytherin Common room."

I grinned and did as I had been told. I'd come in first place!

Blaise Zabini

"Here you are," Madame Pomphrey said, leading me to the bed where Lilly was sleeping. "She was brought here quite late last night. She just fainted, well, that was what the sixth year said. You can never be sure. Nothing I could do, other than give her a bed." I nodded, not bothering to say anything back to her. Everyone knew that Madame Pomphrey was a Mudblood.

I pulled up a chair beside Lilly's bed and called her name. "West… West…" As if by magic, she sat up. "Urgh! Unicorns!" She cried. And then she saw me, and her cheeks flushed. "Err, hi Blaise!"

"I heard you fainted," I said, grinning.

"Yes, but I came in first!" She said smiling proudly and sticking out her chest.

"No, actually. I came to tell you: Parkinson did. And Bulstrode came in first for the First Task…"

"Pansy? Shi- err, shoot. And I know about Bulstrode.."

"…So that means that you're in third place…"

"I know."

"… And I'm tied with Draco, but you're just in third place, so you don't have a big chance of winning this thing…"

"Blaise?"

"Yeah?"

"You can shut up now.
Blaise laughed. "So why did you faint in the first place?" He asked. I suddenly felt rather uncomfortable. "Well, you know how we had to fight boggarts?" I looked at Blaise and saw that he was nodding, so I continued on, not pausing to take a breath. "Well mine turned into a unicorn, so I defeated it and ran, and then I remembered it and I fainted."

Blaise looked at me with astonishment on his face. "Waaait… so, you're telling me that you're scared of unicorns?" I nodded. Blaise looked at me with complete and utter seriousity, opened his mouth to say something, and then burst into a fit of laughter. "It's not funny!" I cried, pounding him with my fists. And something strange happened.

I laughed too.

I guess that's what happens when you have a great friend.

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Sorry for taking a while to post the next chapter! I got a different computer, so I had to sort some things out.

School starting soon! Who's excited? (Not me.) Chapters will have to come in a lot slower, but I'll try my best to keep them regular.

Anyways, thank you so much for the support