July 4th, 2008, 2:17 am
Chapter 1. In Which I Introduce Myself, And I Talk About A Place Called Diagonalley.
This is a diary. It strikes me as odd that the wizarding world should have such muggle-ey things as diaries, surely they have something better…something where you can store your memories, for example.
Since I am writing this for the benefit of my future self, I had might as well attempt to use good handwriting.
I am Kaitrina, eleven years of age, muggleborn (Is that the right word?), and currently in my first year of Hogwarts. At least, I will be, in two days.
I have a twin, oddly enough, of the name Kaitlin, except she insists on spelling it Caitlin. She is also eleven (older than me by seventeen minutes and 52 seconds) and will be in her first year at Hogwarts in two days.
I’m bored already. Why can’t my parents get me a useful present? An owl, for example.
What is Hogwarts, you ask? Well, I’m not quite sure. From what the letter said, it sounds like a magical school. The subjects sound magical, and the equipment sounds magical. But I’m still not sure.
The letter came with directions to this place called Diagonalley. You have to go into this place called The Leaky Cauldron (Funny name, huh?) and go out the back door, to the brick wall. And then you tap a couple of them. I don’t remember which.
Strangely, I felt quite at ease with the magical world. I didn’t feel out of place, which was nice, since I am normally shy of new things.
Diagonalley was awesome, there were tons of magical people there, and the shops were amazing! There was a wand shop, (My wand is lilac wood, eleven and a half inches, with a core of coral dust ) and a robe shop. I got an amazing black cloak with little silvery sequins all over it.
The letter said to bring dress robes, but we didn’t know what they were, luckily, Madame Malkin said they were like fancy robes, and Mom got me and Caitlin matching ones. I have a blue one, and she has a purple one. They are basically like normal robes, just a bit more dress-like. Unfortunately, Mom wouldn’t let us get any robes that looked like prom dresses (she said they were too revealing for eleven year olds) Can those even be called robes? I mean...they look like prom dresses…
The bookshop was amazing as well. We got all our schoolbooks, and then mom let us pick out a different book for each of us. Caitlin got one about famous witches and wizards, and I wanted Divination with Crystals, but got Hogwarts, a History instead. Mom says it’ll be nice to know the history behind this apparently very famous school. It’s a very interesting book, it talks about the school and stuff, but, apparently, it’s not very popular. I wonder why.
We went to a couple of other places, the apothecary, the cauldron place. And then we stopped at this crazy-looking shop. It was bright and flashy and colorful. Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes, I think it was called.
It was a joke shop! All my favorite muggle magic tricks, plus all this crazy candy that makes you sick, and tons of other stuff. I got a fairly large bag of hair-color changing truffles. Caitlin got some Peruvian darkness powder. I hope it works.
Then we got ice cream. Really good ice cream. I got a Dark Lord Sundae (Chocolate ice cream, chocolate chips, hot fudge syrup, tiny green marshmallows, an assortment of chopped nuts, whipped cream, and a sugar-candy snake on top.) Caitlin got the Patronus Sundae, (Vanilla ice cream, tiny marshmallows, white-chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and a silver sugar-candy animal on top. It was a horse. Mom got the same, only her animal was a fish.)
It was really really good. Some of the names of the other sundaes were really funny. Death Eater Sundae, Lemon Drop Sundae, Prophecy Sundae, and so on. There was even a Sundae called 'Golden Snitch' I don't know what it is, but it looked cool..
I packed everything last night, my books, my clothes, and my muggle books too. Can’t live without them. I brought my ipod too, and I hope it works at Hogwarts.
The books I brought, aside from my schoolbooks, are VERY nice copies of The Iliad and Odyssey, my huge book of all the Shakespeare plays (Sonnets and poems included) and a few random fantasies. Can’t live without them. (As I’ve said before)
It is now five-thirty in the morning of September first. Why can’t my parents get up yet? Caitlin is sitting on her trunk, on the floor of my room, sorting through her rock collection.
I wanted to bring a pet, but Dad said that we couldn’t have one just yet. We’ve never owned any pets, and I want an owl. Or a dog, but you can’t have them at Hogwarts.
I really wonder why me and my sister got picked to go to this school.
Mom says we must have had a great great grandparent or something who was a magical person too. I’m fairly sure neither of my parents are magic, but I still think that there’s something they aren’t telling me.
I mean, they weren’t particularly surprised when an owl flew in and dropped two letters into the fruit bowl during breakfast. I was very surprised, and it took a while for me to accept that it wasn’t a prank. My sister took it much more easily. Mom just read the letter and her eyebrows got higher, and higher, and higher, until she had that disbelieving ‘Mom’ look on that means ‘You’d better be telling the truth or else’
But still, I think they should have reacted more. Whatever they aren’t telling us; I suppose they have a good reason to keep it secret.
Bye, future self.
AN: This is not my first-ever fanfic, but only the first one I've ever had the courage to post online. I would really really really appreciate it if you would tell me what you think of it!
July 5th, 2008, 9:00 pm
Chapter 2. Potters, War, House Elves, and Exploding Snap.
So, future self, how are you today? Good? I hope so.
I got on the train all right this morning, after many tearful farewells with my Mom and little brother, whose name is Mark. He is eight, and incredibly adorable. I hope he gets to go to Hogwarts too. I should ask one of the teachers at the school about that.
Also, we have these neighbors who just moved in to the house three houses down. Typical family, Mom, Dad, three kids. A boy about my age, a boy a year or so younger, and a little girl who looks about eight.
Their last name is Potter.
And so, guess what? They must be wizards too because I saw them at Platform nine-and-three-quarters. They even showed us how to get there, because we were kinda lost. We don’t travel on trains often, and we couldn’t find platform nine-and-three-quarters. Apparently, you have to go through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Scary.
I went really slowly, because I didn’t want to crash. Caitlin, on the other hand, pretty much flew through it at top speed.
The Hogwarts Express is pretty awesome, it’s bright red and very shiny, and really really big. When I got on, there were all these compartments down either side of the train. Me and Caitlin found an empty one and pretty much collapsed. Trunks are very heavy things, especially when they are packed with all the clothes you will need for a year, as well as 15-or so books.
We sat there for a bit, talking, and looking out the window. We waved to Mom, Dad, and Mark when the train started, and kept waving until we couldn’t see them anymore. And then we kept waving for a while after that, just incase they could see us.
It got out a pack of cards to play War with Caitlin. I love to shuffle cards, and I can do it really fancy and cool. I’m not as good as my Dad, though, he does crazy things with them. He can make them flip in the air and stuff like that.
Then, guess who walks in? None other than neighbor James Potter. I think he was shy and trying to find people he knew or something. Poor kid. He had an owl, though. It was an incredibly gorgeous snowy.
“Can, I…um…sit in here with you guys?” he asked.
“Of course,” said Caitlin.
I was too busy shuffling the cards to say anything
He sat down and watched me shuffle for a bit. I showed off all my best shuffling tricks
“So, you live next door to my family, right?” he asked, when I began shuffling the cards again,
“Yeah,” said Caitlin, “You just moved in about a month ago?"
“Yeah,” he said, “We used to live in 12 Grimmauld Place, but Dad thought it would be better for us to move. It’s a bit creepy there, you see, lots of weird stuff.”
“Like what?” I asked, interested,
“A screaming portrait, although Albus was able to get it to shut up by telling it that the Dark Lord had taken over and Pure Bloods reigned supreme. Now she just sits and smiles all day. And then there’s a weird family tree tapestry and an old house-elf. He’s pretty nice but I think he might be mostly insane. He cooks most of the meals for us. Dad can cook, but mostly breakfasts. Mom…well, she didn’t inherit Grandma’s talent for cooking.”
“What’s a house-elf?” asked Caitlin
James frowned..”Um, well, it’s a creature, looks a bit like a goblin, but not really…they serve wizarding families and Aunt Hermione is trying to free them all, but they don’t really like it, they like to work for people without pay and stuff.”
Caitlin gasped, “You mean, they don’t get paid, or sick days, or health insurance, or anything? That’s slavery!”
James shrugged, “They seem to like it, Kreacher-our house elf-threw a fit when Dad tried to free him. But a few of them want to be independent and there are a few good jobs for them out there. Like taking care of Quidditch fields and polishing the hoops and all that stuff. They get paid a little bit and the home team gets a nice pitch.”
Caitlin did not look convinced.
I started to deal out the cards for three-way war. We played for a bit, and it was funny because James had never played with Muggle cards before. He had a deck of something called Exploding Snap, which was a very loud game. The cards actually exploded in blue and green sparks. I won five times out of seven, and Caitlin didn’t win any. But I think she’s still thinking about the House-elves. Honestly, she probably doesn’t need to worry.
I must go, Caitlin wants to play another game of war. I think she wants to make up for the loss at Exploding Snap.
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July 22nd, 2008, 4:29 pm
Chapter 3. Singing hats? Yeah, that’s magic all right.
Would anyone care to enlighten me as to how exactly one can win six games of war in a row? I think Caitlin cheats. Seriously! She won the first game in about fifteen minutes. It took us barely an hour to play the last five.
It occurs to me that I have never told you how I look. You will probably look the same as me, but older. However, you may have dyed your hair or had plastic surgery or something, so I might as well tell you what I look like now.
I am currently 4 feet, eleven inches. Caitlin is slightly taller, 4 feet, eleven and a half inches. I have light brown hair, down to the middle of my back, which I like to keep in a ponytail. Caitlin has sandy-blond hair and it is more shoulder-length. We are apparently tall for our ages, but I’m not so sure.
We both have hazel eyes, but mine are more brown and green and Caitlin’s are more blue and grey. You can’t tell unless you look really close.
We don’t look particularly the same, but we do look alike. Our faces are very similar and we both have the habit of biting the ends of our hair when we are working on something hard. Enough of us, it’s boring.
I think we are about to pull in to the station; we seem to be slowing down. But I want to tell you about this girl we met first, her name is Estrella Black.
She says we can call her Stella, though. She came into our compartment because some other kids had kicked her out of her original compartment. She wouldn’t say why, which was annoying, because I always like to know why people aren’t particularly happy. It’s so much easier to cheer them up.
Stella is spiffy! She is a whiz at Exploding Snap, and always has a random comment to make to start a conversation. Like this one,
“So….how ‘bout them Chudley Cannons?”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but James apparently did, and started talking very fast about his ‘Uncle Ron’ and how ‘Uncle Ron’ was a huge fan of the Chudley Cannons, and then a lot of other stuff about ‘Quidditch’
Quidditch. Isn’t that a nice word? I think it’s a type of sport. I’ve always liked sports, so I hope I can play.
Yeah, we’re definitely here now. See you later, future self!
Future self, do you remember the Singing Hat? I bet you do, it’s hard to forget! Seriously! We take boats to the castle, head into the Great Hall, and there, on a stool, is a Singing Hat.
I wish I could remember the song it sang…I’ll try to write down as much of it as I can remember…
When this school of magic…
…That’s as much as I can remember. I was paying too much attention to the ceiling. It must be enchanted to look like the night sky or something.
The Singing Hat is my favorite thing about this school so far.
Then, we had to go up one at a time and put The Singing Hat on our heads, and it would then shout out the name of our new house. I think the houses are like where you sleep. Dorm rooms, maybe? The Professor with the sharp glasses said our houses would be like our family. Intriguing.
Caitlin got sorted into Hufflepuff. I got sorted into Ravenclaw.
All right, prepare yourself for a shock.
THE SINGING HAT TALKS TO YOU IN YOUR HEAD! Like, no joke. It told me I was smart (obviously) and that I was going to earn lots of points for my house, and bring peace between the houses. I didn’t know the hat told
your fortune! I bet it tells everybody that!
I didn’t get to sit with Caitlin for dinner, though. I wanted to compare notes and see if the hat told her the same things. But I suppose, now that she is in a different house, we won’t get to eat meals together.
Oh, I forgot to mention. Stella got sorted into Slytherin and James got sorted into Gryffindor. Stella didn’t look too happy about Slytherin, but her house really liked her. You should have heard them screaming when the hat shouted out ‘SLYTHERIN’ It barely sat on her head at all, it was so quick!
There was a nice, short speech, and then, out of the blue-or should I say, wooden tables, food appeared! That is my second favorite thing about Hogwarts. Magically appearing food.
After dinner, me and my house went up to our ‘Common Room.’
There are so many staircases in this place, it’s crazy! I got stuck in a stair and some kids had to pull me out. I think that trick has great potential, I will have to investigate further in the morning.
There are a bunch of girls who share my new dorm room. I’ll tell you about them later, I have to teach them to play War.
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August 1st, 2008, 8:44 pm
Chapter 4. Slytherins are weird.
Good morning, dear diary. I have to run to breakfast, but perhaps you can tell me whether I brought my ipod charger with me?
No? Oh great….
It has been a nice morning, but my ipod refuses to work. This is troublesome and annoying as I would really like to listen to my music. This place is surprsingly music-less. It needs more music badly.
My classes are quite interesting, but boring so far. Potions was fun, our teacher is cool, but all we had to do was follow instructions. Sort of like cooking, only with, like, caterpillars, and beetle eyes, and seaweedy stuff. I liked it, but it was rather boring. We had it with the Hufflepuffs, which was nice because me and Caitlin were partners.
We had Transfiguration with the Slytherins, yey Stella! We sat together and she seemed quite happy, despite being in Slytherin. She introduced me to a friend of hers, Ophelia Richards, who is a second year.
I’d like to note a few things about those Slytherins, as they are a bit weird.
A few of them seem to go around in one or two groups, muttering among themselves. They don’t look very nice so I tried to avoid them.
Then, there are these other kids, they look sorta shy and..I dunno…apprehensive of things. They seem to like to be alone, or in groups of two or three.
And then there are kids like Stella and Ophelia, who seem pretty happy, but I don’t know, Ophelia seemed like she was a bit stressed out, but I don’t know.
It’s actually rather funny, the way they grouped around their house table at breakfast. The weirdo mean kids down at one end, and the shy kids scattered around the middle, and Stella and kids like her, in tiny groups down at the end nearest the teacher’s table. Very odd. Not very house-like.
But enough about them.
My house is awesome, all blue and bronze. I got myself a scarf from a bin in the common room ‘TAKE ONE’ it said. So, I’ve been wearing it all this morning.
I have four girls who share the room with me. Maria Rehart. She’s my height, with rather watery brown eyes, and thick brown hair. She’s pretty nice, but she gets offended easily.
Then, Kitty Richards, apparently the younger sister of Ophelia Richards.
She’s a petite girl with short, straight sandy-blond hair. She’s really nice and she has a cat named Kookie. With a K.
Tanye Gold, a bit shorter than me, and very concerned about being fat. I don’t think she needs to worry. The size of all the staircases is enormous.
And Julie Greenwater. I don’t think I like her very much, but she’s really smart and has a good sense of humor. Still, she can be quite rude.
It’s time for Herbology Class. We’ve got it with the Gryffindors; maybe I’ll see James!
I am NOT into Herbology. Never liked plants and bugs, and definitely don’t like Herbology. I feel sort of bad, because the teacher is really awesome, but I can’t bring myself to like it. Honestly, the best part is being able to talk to people without worrying about being told off.
Me and James did have an interesting conversation though, we had partnered up with Kitty and a friend of James’s, named Renn…I forget his last name. We were planting Sneezing Sunflowers, and I dropped a shovel.
James picked it up and handed it back to me.
“Thanks.” I said,
“Don’t mention it.” said James
“Why not?” I asked. This confused him.
“I..really don’t know.” he said, “Dad uses that expression a lot…but I really don’t know what it’s supposed to mean.”
We worked in silence, until Kitty broke it
“Perhaps it means that you don’t want it mentioned to other people, as the person who uses the expression is trying to be modest?” she said, screwing up her face in a thoughtful expression.
“That could be.” I said, “But I think it might mean that they don’t want to be thanked, perhaps thinking that whatever they did doesn’t deserve being thanked.”
“Possibly.” said Renn, “But that would imply that they either felt themselves above the person they helped, or they thought that helping people didn’t deserve a thanks.”
“So,” I said, trying to figure it out, “If I saved someone’s life, and they said thanks, and I said don’t mention it, does that mean that I didn’t really care about the person I saved, and did it just for fun, or I thought it beneath me to be thanked by someone?”
Everyone thought for another few minutes.
“Only if you were in Slytherin.” said James
I admit, I was confused, but I was saved from making a reply because class ended right then.
What did he mean, ‘Only if you were in Slytherin.’ ???
This didn't have as much dialogue as I would have liked, but I thought it go us introduced to the characters and stuff. Now for the action!
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December 2nd, 2008, 8:47 pm
Chapter 5. Okay, something is fishy about this whole Slytherin thing...
Something very odd happened today. I was walking past a group of Slytherins and one of them practically screamed at me after I’d accidentally brushed against their arm. Sounded like ‘Don’ttouchmeMudmud!’ Or maybe ‘Mudmlub. I couldn’t tell because their friend immediately attempted to cover their mouth. Kitty (who was with me) looked absolutely horrified. What’s all the fuss anyway? Is it really that bad to be called names around here. In my opinion, people shouldn’t take offense from people they don’t know. Who cares if a random stranger insults you? That’s why I just smiled, and kept moving, although Kitty obviously wanted me to go back and punch the guy in the face.
This place is very exciting. Hogwarts is full of secret passageways, and moving staircases, and suits of armor, and crazy windows and all sorts of cool things. The tapestries look incredibly old, and it’s fun to talk to the portraits. The students get along (Which is a definite improvement from our old, non-magic school), and everything is very nice.
I’ve been hanging out with Kitty and Caitlin mostly. Stella is always sticking with that Ophelia girl. It’s kinda like Ophelia’s her bodyguard or something. That doesn’t mean she’s totally distant to us, though, she sits with us at classes we have with the Slytherins and stuff. She’s very nice, just kinda shy about talking about personal stuff.
But, oddly enough, I think she’s scared of our Herbology professor. He’s a very nice guy, Professor Longbottom, but she is absolutely terrified of him. Never raises her hand in class, and if he comes near wherever she’s working she always seems to try to make herself as invisible as possible. Maybe she got really bad grades on the exam last Friday or something.
On Thursday we have History of Magic with the Gryffindors. It’s easily my favorite class. Most of the other kids don’t seem to like it, but I find all the goblin wars and history fascinating. The teacher is a ghost, Professor Binns, and he has a very boring voice. It sends most kids to sleep, but luckily for me, my dad is a professor and I am much used to long, tedious lectures, about world war one or whatever his class is working on at the moment. He teaches world history.
So, on this last Thursday, I was sitting attentively, making a time-line of all the important dates of the first goblin rebellion, when a ball of paper hit me in the shoulder.
I opened it. Scrawled across in a very messy hand, were the words, ‘How can you stand this?’
I looked around. The only person who seemed alert enough to be writing anything was James, two desks down. I looked at him oddly, then wrote on the paper, ‘Isn’t it interesting? I think it’s awesome how non-magic events are often linked to stuff that the wizards have done.’, then threw it back at him.
He uncrumpled it and read it, his eyebrows raising in disbelief.
A few seconds later, the paper was thrown back, now with the words, ‘You have got to be kidding me. Interesting? Dad always said this was his least-favorite class, other than Divination, and I’m very inclined to agree with him.’
Hmm. I thought, Divination, eh?
I threw it back, the paper now bearing the words, ‘Divination? Like reading the future? Do they maybe have magical Tarot cards that actually work? Sounds awesome, how do you sign up for the class?’
The poor kid seemed almost in shock, the paper returned with words scrawled even more messily, ‘What? It’s taught by this freaky old lady who is a complete fraud. That’s what Aunt Hermione says, anyway. Dad says she’s real, but not very good at most things.’
I wrote back, ‘So? Easy to make stuff up for the class, then. Make cryptic predictions that will always turn out right some way, and get high scores on everything.’
He seemed to think this was possibly a good idea, and the paper was send back with the words, ‘Is it really worth it to sit through the class? Dad says it’s full of smoky incense and perfumey things and lots of girly bean-bag chairs.’
I smiled and wrote, ‘I love incense, and bean-bag chairs. Sounds like a great class.’
The words that returned: ‘Have fun in fluff heaven. I’ll be doing something that matters, like Ancient runes or Arithmancy.’
Is that very nice? I don’t think so.
Okay, I have made a resolution. I will persuade James to take Divination, whenever we can sign up for it. Revenge shall be mine. Muahahahaha.......
(If he doesn’t want to, I’ll just sign him up anyway.)
Entry the tenth.
Well, I talked to my Charms teacher about my ipod problem. His name is Professor Flitwick, and he’s head of Ravenclaw as well.
Bad news, I’m afraid.
He said that ipods don’t work at Hogwarts, nor do other muggle devices.
But, he did say, that they work in Hogsmead, the wizard village near Hogwarts, and once we can go there in third year, I can use it on Hogsmead weekends.
I don’t want to wait that long, though. Can’t I just sneak out every now and then? Probably not, there’s probably a special alert system on the gates.
Today, I visited the Slytherin common room. Nice place, if a bit damp. Reminds me of our basement back at our house, actually. Cozy in a kind of basementy way. I didn’t get to stay there long, though. Stella practically came running down the steps of the girls dormitory and dragged me outside, and out of the dungeons.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she gasped, as we entered a long hall lined with tapestries, “It’s dangerous!”
I frowned confusedly, “Why?” I asked,
She shook her head, “ ‘Trina, you’re so oblivious!” she said, “They don’t like people from other houses around. Plus, students aren’t technically supposed to go into other houses rooms.”
I slightly resented the mark about being oblivious, “I’m not oblivious!” I said indignantly, “Why should they care? I’m just another student.”
Stella sighed, “No. To them you are a Ravenclaw, and also a muggle-born.”
I had heard the term ‘Muggle-born’ before, and knew what it means, but it had never occurred to me that people might not like other people because they had non-magical parents. “Why do they care?” I asked curiously, “Am I inferior or something?”
She managed a half smile, than stomped her foot, “Not really!” she said, then reconsidered, “Well, to some, yes. But that’s not the point! Slytherins aren’t liked very much. Do you have any idea how hard it is for us to make friends with other houses? They hate us because some of us have death-eater parents, family history of prosecuting muggleborns, and because we apparently abandoned Hogwarts in the time of need. The Sorting Hat sang about how important it was to unite the houses, to be as one. And the other houses are good at doing that-with every house but Slytherin.”
She took a deep breath, “Sure, there has been progress.” she said, “Cousin Teddy made friends with quite a few Slytherins and really made a lot of progress in uniting Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. But he’s in his last year, I think, and it was really him keeping the Slytherins sort of together with the other houses. Once he’s gone, who knows what will happen?”
I was a bit stunned. Number one, I had no idea about any of this, and how did Stella know so much?
“How do you know all of this?” I asked her.
Stella stomped her foot again, “Some of us are trying to unite our house with the other houses, but also to unite our house within itself. Most people are separated and we’re trying to change that. The leaders of the group immediately asked for my help since I’m a death-eater grandchild. My grandparents were some of the worst! Even most of the Slytherins hate me. But I’m not like my grandparents , and I want to help bring back the Slytherin name.”
“You’re proud of being a Slytherin?” I asked, “Even after what you’ve told me about their horrible history?”
Stella looked at me, eyes flashing, “Immensely proud. I wasn’t at first, because I was afraid of becoming like my grandparents, but even in these two weeks I’ve realized that I can make a difference. My family has always been in Slytherin, except for one or two, and I am immensely proud to be a Black, and I’m especially proud of Cousins Sirius and Regulus. If people look at me and say ‘There goes that Black girl-she’ll be just like her grandmother, I’ll correct them and say I’m going to be like Sirius and Regulus instead. I’m going to be proud of being a Slytherin, like Regulus, and I’m going to fight against muggleborn prejudice just like Sirius.”
I smiled, “Sounds good to me.” I said, “Can I join this club?”
Stella smiled too, “If you want. You can be our first other-house member. You don’t have any bad family history with death-eaters or anything, do you?” she said, anxiously.
“Not that I know of.” I said airily, “And if I did, I wouldn’t care.”
“Good.” Stella said.
“Okay,” I said, “Now, please tell me more about this whole death-eater thing and ‘Bad Slytherin’ thing please. Does it have to do with Voldemort, the bad dude we learned about in Defense against the Dark Arts?”
Stella laughed, “Why, yes, how did you guess?” she said, as she walked with me to the Library.”
Maybe what the singing hat said will come true, and I will help unite the houses. That would be spiffy!
But in the meantime, how to work my ipod.....
And no, I won’t tell you how I got the Slytherin password. Don’t want anyone reading this and finding out my super-secret stealth techniques, do we?
AN: It took forever to update, but I've been busy. This is probably my favorite chapter so far, and it's been sitting my head longer than this fanfic. I would like to remind everyone that Stella is a nice girl, and she knows some nice Slytherins, but don't think that I'm making it like everyone's against Slytherin. I'm pretty sure that there are some pretty nasty Slytherins out there as well as nice ones......
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