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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and everything 


related to him, nor am I claiming rights. The rights
belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I am just
a teenager who has little or no money. So, don't sue
me!


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This chapter is dedicated to BunnyChan, cuz it's her
birthday. So, everyone go read and review her stories,
'The Marauding Five', 'James and the Unogua Board',
and all the others, and wish her a happy birthday
while you're at it! She is an author on
fanfiction.net, and one of the best, even if she won't
admit it.




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The Marauders ~ Year One
By: Noelle
Chapter 8: I Spy!
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Authors Insert: This chapter takes place in the month
of January.


Sirius Black's POV

I met Remus on the train. However, we were missing a
marauder. So, we went James-hunting (a hobby of
Jules'). 
We found James saying goodbye to Elisabeth (who was
examining his bag, to make sure he had enough prank
equipment) and Jules (who was making faces at the
Slytherins). We pulled faces at James until he boarded
the train.


Looking for a compartment, we stumbled into Snape and
Malfoy. The two biggest buggers in the world.


"Black, Potter, Lupin. Looking for the mudblood friend
of yours?" Malfoy sneered. 


I took this opportunity to transform the both of them.
Malfoy and Snape left us wearing wigs, dresses, and
high heels. 


"Let's find a compartment," James suggested. We walked
into a seemingly empty compartment, and stored our
trunks. My chums and I sat down to play Exploding Snap
when I heard someone sniffling.


"Who's there?" I called out.


"Go away!" a girl sobbed. Her voice sounded familiar…
I walked to the back of the compartment and found a
red-haired girl crying into a pillow. I took the
pillow away from her face. It was Lily.


"Lily, love, you're crying," I said softly. 


Lily looked up at me, her green eyes filled with
tears. 

"Really?" she said sarcastically. "I haven't noticed…"


I ignored this sarcasm. "Why don't you tell Sirius
what's bothering you."


"I don't want to," Lily sobbed.


"But Sirius wants to," I pleaded her.


Lily glared at me, still crying. "Why are you
referring to yourself in the third person?"


"Lily… angel, just tell me what's wrong."


I must have said something wrong, because Lily burst
into loud sobs. I sat next to her, and put my arm
around her. Lily threw her arms around me and cried
into my shoulder.
We sat for awhile, just like that. Her tears soon died
down.


"So, do you want to talk about it?" I whispered.


"Only if Potter and Remus leave," she whispered back.
At the moment, they were playing chess in the front.


"Remus, Pot - er, I mean James! Can you leave for
awhile?" I screamed.


They packed up and went out of the compartment. I
turned to Lily.


"So, what were you saying?"



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Lily Evans' POV


"I have a sister. Petunia," I began. "We used to be
best friends…"


My voice broke off. Sirius put his arm around me
comfortingly. "Go on," he said softly.


"She is 13. 14 soon. But we were still best friends.
She was one of the few people I could trust with my
secrets. 
And it was like this until I got my Hogwarts letter,"
I said. I could feel the hot tears building up in my
eyes. "Petunia became unbearable. I thought that when
I went back, that it would be better. But it wasn't."
The first tear made it's way out of my eye and began
to roll down my cheek. Sirius brushed it off. 


"If you don't want to continue," Sirius began to say.
But I interrupted him.


I shook my head. "No, I need to talk to someone. So,
where was I?"


"Christmas," Sirius supplied. I closed my eyes.


"Christmas," I whispered. I laid my head on his
shoulder. 


"For Christmas, I have always believed that it's the
thought that counts when it comes to gifts. But
Petunia didn't give my gift any thought. She gave ma a
piece of gum. A piece of gum that was already chewed.
And I - I…"


"Lily, love, you don't have to - "


"NO, I do. I got Petunia a glass angel. She has always
admired it in the store window, and would tell me that
she would get it when she had enough money. But I got
it for her. She opened it. And she stood up… She
whispered 'I hate you Lily'. And…" My voice once again
cracked. All of my tears began streaming out. "And
then she threw the angel against the fireplace. It
shattered into a million pieces. Then she… she
screamed 'I hate you!' and ran upstairs…"


"Lily…" Sirius said soothingly.


"Today, before I left, she said the worst of all
things to me. She first told me how some witches melt
when they get wet. Like the Wicked Witch of the West
in 'The Wizard of Oz'. Then she threw a glass of water
on me. And then she told me about how some people
would burn witches at the stake. And then she told me
that she never wanted to see me again. And that she
didn't care if I died. Because then, she wouldn't have
a freak for a sister…" 


I couldn't hold back anymore. I began sobbing
hysterically into Sirius' shoulder again. He whispered
comforting thoughts in my ear. He gently rocked me. I
fell asleep. But before I did, I heard him say
something.


"May God have mercy on Petunia Evans' soul. Because if
I ever run into her, she will spend the rest of her
life as a half flobberworm/ half toad."


And if I had stayed awake, I would have seen Potter
close the compartment door, after stealthily slipping
out of the compartment.



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Noelle Charrier's POV


That day, the pupils of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry returned from their Christmas holiday.
Unfortunately, so did my fellow Slytherins…


The older students seemed different. More vindictive.
They had already begun to pick fights with other
students; especially students in Gryffindor.


Some of the younger students changed too. They were
more withdrawn. Luci and Sevvie could be found staring
into the fire at approximately 2:31 in the morning.
The strange part? The fire had long burned out.


Severus has begun to hang around with Lucius and his
crowd of idiots lately. I guess they both had
something in common; Both of them wanted revenge on
Potter and company. A fat boy named Peter has begun to
hang out in that crowd also.


And if all this wasn't eerie enough, it almost seemed
as if Voldemort was gone. Some thought he was gone for
good. However, I knew this wasn't true. He was just
biding his time, waiting for the right moment. He
would wait until people put their guard down, and
WHAM!


Needless to say, I wasn't about to put my guard down.




*******(time change)*******





Brussels sprouts. Spanish soap operas. The colour
pink. All are terrible and terrifying. But none could
compare to Transfiguration.


Sure, you may say 'Transfiguration? That doesn't sound
that bad'. But I assure you, it is. Oh, it is… In
fact, it's the worst of all. 


I was in the library, supposedly studying for a
Transfiguration test, which I shall fail anyway. In
reality, I was trying to decide which animal to turn
McGonagall into. After all, if there's no professor,
there's no test, right? Right. 


But I was disturbed by some particularly loud
whispering two shelves away. I decided to go and tell
them to be quiet, but I caught a tidbit of their
conversation…


I crept behind a shelf and listened. Now, I know that
it is impolite to eavesdrop. But would I be a
Slytherin if I didn't? If I was forced to have a
horrid reputation, I might as well live up to it.


"So, what's going on?"


"His mom is sick again."


"Again? Isn't that quite unusual?"


"Supposedly, his mother is on here deathbed, but…"


I took this pause in the conversation to get into a
comfortable position and peek through the holes in the
shelf. James, Sirius, Michael and Thomas were standing
there. James was digging through his satchel. He
pulled out a newspaper, handing it to Michael. They
all crowded around.


"Josaphine Lupin, renowned Auror?" Michael said.


"Apprehends 9 Death Eaters in the last attack of
Muggle London?" Sirius whispered loudly.


"Doesn't look like she's on her deathbed, does it?"
Thomas whispered, voicing the popular opinion of the
group.


"Wait, it says here that she is going on a business
trip to America, to recruit new Aurors," Sirius
whispered (not quietly again).


"Reckon Remmie's hiding something from us?" James
asked. The others nodded.


I crawled back to my seat, wondering what was going
on.


Remus Lupin would disappear every month or so. Before
he would leave, he'd be pale and tired. When he
returned, he'd be rather gaunt. 


I'll figure it out someday. Just not today…



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Our Favorite Dark Lord's POV


I have a castle. It's a requirement of all Dark Lords.
Of course, mine is very shnazzy! Shnazzier than most
Dark Lords…


Footsteps echoed throughout the castle. My castle. The
large oak doors opened, revealing a man. He walked in,
smoking a pipe. His thin black cloak swished behind
him. He walked and stood in front of me. 


"Voldemort," he said, bowing his head slightly.


I stood up. "You must be Mibev."


He exhaled a puff of smoke. "Rolam."


"It doesn't matter. You shall soon have a new name." I
circled around him. "Age?"


"Twenty-four."


"Education?" I asked as I surveyed him.


"Northern France Academy of Magic."


"You know the unforgivables?" I asked.


"Of course."


"Very well." I handed him a parchment. "Write your
name."


The man took the eagle quill from my desk. He quickly
wrote his name on the parchment, and handed it back to
me. I tapped the parchment with my wand.


"I will contact you two days from now," I said. I
showed the man the parchment. "This is your name."


The man exhaled another puff of smoke in my face. He
turned and walked out of my chamber. I set the
parchment down and sat in my throne. If I had been
more observant, I would have noticed the faint
apparition in the corner walk to the table and look at
the parchment. 


Glistening in red lettering were several words. Seven
to be exact. 



Rolam Derak Mibev
'I am Lord Dkembvare'





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Remus Lupin's POV


As I walked to the Great Hall for Dinner that day,
after being in the 'Hospital Wing', I heard someone
running. I turned the corner to find Noelle rushing
past.


I followed her at a sensible distance. Not too close,
Not too far.


Noelle turned a few corners, leading me to a part of
the castle, which I have never seen.


Noelle ran faster. I walked faster. She turned another
corner, out of breath. "Professor -" she panted. 


I took a minute to look around at my surroundings. I
was in a light filled corridor, with pictures of the
Medieval Ages. There were knights brandishing swords
while atop horses. Maidens were scattered about in
groups giggling about the knights. There were paupers,
jesters, kings and queens, and minstrels wandering
about. It was quite beautiful.


I leaned against the wall and peeked over my shoulder.



Noelle was leaning over, her hands on her knees,
trying to catch her breath. Professor Dumbledore stood
in front of here, clothes in majestic purple robes,
sucking on something.


"Good evening Miss Charrier," he said, reaching into
his robe pocked. "Would you care for a Lemon Drop?"


"No thank you Sir. There's a BIG problem. There's been
an attack…"


Professor Dumbledore looked up sharply.


"I saw it. Diagon Alley. But…" she said, gasping for
air. "It's not Voldemort."


"Thank you Ms. Charrier, but I must ask you a favor,"
said Dumbledore.


"What?" Noelle asked.


He handed her the bag of Lemon Drops. "Guard these
with your life."


He then took a silver device out of his pocked.
Dumbledore tapped it with his wand and muttered,
"Diagon Alley."


In a swirl of sparkles and colours, he disappeared,
leaving me, Noelle, and a bag of Lemon Drops. 




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It took me over one hour to find the Great Hall! As I
took my seat by James, Professor Dumbledore and the
other professors entered. They stood solemnly at the
Head Table.


"Students," Professor Dumbledore said, "I have a few
announcements."


I glanced at Noelle, who wasn't paying attention. It
was as if she already knew what he was going to say.


"Quidditch will be cancelled for the time being - " he
was interrupted by protests. Professor Hoffman and
Professor McGonagall silenced them with their
specialty - evil glares.


"It seems as if we now have two Dark Lords. Voldemort
and Dkembvare. As for we know, they are working
together. But Voldemort remains inactive at the
moment…"


This was responded by an outburst by the students.
Including me. We were silenced.


"Today, he attacked Diagon Alley. Twenty people were
killed."


He waved his wand, and more names appeared on the
black tapestry.


"Remember," Professor Dumbledore whispered.


I glanced at Noelle once again. She seemed to be the
only one not shocked or surprised by the news.




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Kiana Walters' POV


Ever since the incident, also known as 'When the
Ravenclaws Turned into Bears, Tigers, Lions, and
Various Other Animals', Minnie McGonagall has had a
'liking' problem with me. The problem? She doesn't.
Minnie can't stand me!


In second period Transfiguration, Minnie was babbling
about god-knows-what when she decided that since no
one understood her, she needed a volunteer.


Need I say more? Oh, I will anyway.


"Miss Walters," called out Minnie. I slowly walked to
the front of the classroom.


"For the past month, we have been working on the
ability to turn inanimate objects into animate
objects," Minnie said. The class nodded in agreement.
I groaned. Any fool, namely me, could see where this
was going.


"So, now we move on to turning animate objects into
inanimate objects. It will take around 2 months for
you to learn. Possibly more."


The class looked excited. This would be our last unit
of the year, before Minnie began on reviewing for the
end of term finals.


"I'll demonstrate with my willing volunteer, Miss
Walters."


Lily, Bella, and Toria snickered in their seats. I
glared at them. And to think they call themselves
friends!


With a wave of her wand and a gleeful smile, Minnie
transfigured me into a textbook. And she kept me that
way for the rest of the period.




*******(time change)*******




There were more attacks each day. In both magical and
muggle towns. If Voldemort feared Dumbledore,
Dkembvare clearly feared no person.


Dkembvare and the Death Eaters (good band name, no?)
would attack crowded places in broad daylight! And
they were rarely caught. The only people that
succeeded in catching anyone were Victor Harkness,
Annalea Montgomery, and Josaphine Lupine.


It had gotten so terrible as of late, that we now had
a second tapestry; the first was full.




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I walked out of the portrait hole, fastening the shiny
silver clasps of my wool cloak. I passed a group of
5th Year Prefects who were making their early morning
rounds. I told them that I was going to see
McGonagall. Yeah, right. Like I would really do that…


I pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped outside.
I ran over the snowy hills towards the lake.


I arrived at a rock formation. It was quite marvelous.
It was made up of around 12 different rocks, all at
different levels. They were smooth, like cliffs. 


I took off exposing my red bathing suit. I kept my
waterproof shoes on though. I grabbed my goggles,
before walking to the rocks.


I climbed over the rocks, which were extended over the
lake. The highest rock was around 14 feet from the
water. I climbed to that rock.


I got to my destination, and stood near the edge. The
air was cold. The strong wind gusts didn't make it any
warmer. But the water would be warm. It's always warm…


"Going for a swim?" a voice called out. I stared
straight ahead, at the rising sun. I didn't bother to
turn around. I already knew who it was.


"Aren't you going to answer me?" the person pressed
on. I continued staring ahead. By now, the golden rays
had begun to spread, and were quickly bathing Hogwarts
and the surrounding areas in a golden light.


"I was never much of a swimmer. It all started when
I-"


"James, I would thank you to leave," I snapped,
turning to face him.

His black hair was messy. At least, messier than it
usually was. Behind his glasses, his pale blue eyes
had a mischievous sparkle. Usually, that means he is
up to no good.


James grinned cheekily at me. "I don't get thanked
often."


"I can see why," I said wryly, as I glared daggers at
him. I turned back around and walked towards the edge.


"You're not going to jump, are you? Because there are
better ways to die. Decapitation, for one…" his voice
trailed off.


I slowly turned on my heel. I was starting to see why
Lily disliked him. I glared frostily at James, who was
grinning a so-called 'Marauding Grin'.


"Look Potter. I'm not trying to commit suicide. I am
not trying to die in any way. All I want is to go
swimming. And you to go away!" I said monotonously.


"Really? You don't want to die? Well, if you go
swimming, you'll freeze to death! I just felt the
water before you got here. I'm surprised the lake
still isn't frozen!" said James.


"Oh, bugger off," I said, before running and diving
off the edge. The water wasn't cold. In actuality, it
was quite warm.


Meanwhile, James scrambled down the rock formation to
the last rock. It was level with the lake.


He stuck his hand out, and slowly dipped it in.
However, James quickly withdrew his hand. "It's cold,"
he whispered softly. So softly that I couldn't hear
him.




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Michael Barnette's POV


It was snowing outside. The white flakes slowly
drifted from the sky down towards the earth. I caught
a snow flake on my tongue. It tasted like… snow.


I needed to talk to Godric. I haven't had the
opportunity to tell him about Dkembvare yet. And I
still needed advice on the whole 'Brother Situation'.


But I couldn't get the book. Every minute of the day,
someone was in the dormitory. And I didn't want to be
questioned about it, because I would have to tell them
the truth.


They aren't ready for the truth.


Staring at the sky, the snow seemed to fall more
quickly, blanketing Hogwarts in white. It was sunny
out, but the snow didn't melt.


"GODRIC!" I screamed. "I need to talk to you. And I
know that you don't need the book to come!"


With a flash, Godric appeared. "So," he chuckled, "How
did you manage to figure that out?"


"Well, James told me that he felt like someone was
watching over him. I figured that someone was you."


"Indeed it was," Godric boomed. "But I haven't been
out since December, Michael."


"That's why I must talk with you. Some recent events -
"


"Michael," Godric interrupted me, "Why don't we sit
down?"


I sat next to Godric, on a mound of snow. 


"So, what is wrong?" Godric asked, putting his hand on
my shoulder.


"There are two problems," I began.


Godric smiled. "First things first."


I took a deep breath. "James is my brother. But he
doesn't know yet. He should though. He deserves to.
And… how should I tell him?"


"Michael, just tell James the truth," Godric said
gently. "I also advise you to tell him before summer
holiday."


I nodded. "You make it sound almost easy."


Godric chuckled. "It's not as easy as I make it to be.
But it is what you must do. Now, did you say there was
yet another problem?"


"Yes," I answered shortly.


"Well…" Godric's voice trailed off.


I took this as my cue to start talking. "Er, the
wizarding world is sort-of having a crisis."


Godric was shocked. "What's wrong?"


"There are two dark lords. For now, Voldemort is
taking a vacation, and he found a replacement. His
name is Dkembvare, and he is almost as bad as
Voldemort."


"No," Godric whispered in horror. "The prophecy."
Godric looked dazed.


"Godric," I said, as I shook his shoulder. He snapped
out of his trance. 


"What?" he asked, as he began pacing across the snow.


"Er, never mind."


"Michael, I believe that it is time to let Albus
Dumbledore know of my arrival."




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It has been one week since Godric Gryffindor went to
talk to Professor Dumbledore. Hogwarts seemed almost
normal. Especially on the 21st of January. But I'll
let someone else tell that story…



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Thomas Brooks' POV


The Marauders and myself were walking to the Great
Hall for dinner. We were already late, after getting
lost after taking one of Sirius' shortcuts.


As fate would have it, we bumped into our favorite
Slytherins. Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Fredrique
Lestrange, Argonios Nott, and some fat boy were just
as enthused as we were.


"If it isn't the high and mighty, mudblood and muggle
loving Gryffindors," Lucius drawled. The other oafs
snickered.


"And if it isn't the slimy, greasy-haired gits," James
smirked.


"Also known as the idiotic prats," Sirius added
tauntingly. 


Lucius pulled out his wand, and pointed the tip at
Sirius' head. "Say it again," he said.


"Do you need me to say it more slowly? Also… Known…
As… The… Idiotic…Prats," Sirius said incredibly
slowly.


It all happened at once. Lucius began to say a spell,
but James pushed the wand away from Sirius. The spell
hit a suit of armor, and zoomed back. We all ducked,
and avoided it. Argonis Nott wasn't as lucky… He was
knocked unconscious.


Meanwhile, the Slytherin idiots all pulled out their
wands. So had we. Spells were being fired everywhere.
I saw a Furnunculus charm heading towards James, so I
fired a spell at it. They both disappeared. 


I fired one at Snape - a dancing hex. He began dancing
everywhere. Meanwhile, Malfoy hit James with a
Tickling charm. Michael had already disarmed the fat
boy, and was now sending curses at Malfoy. I sent a
couple more towards Snape. Then I was hit with a
Imperidenta charm. I saw the red light zooming towards
me too late. I was frozen. Remus was easily dodging
all the curses sent at him.


I saw Michael, Remus, and Sirius firing curses at
Malfoy and Argonis (who had somehow woken up). After
several more curses were fired, I heard a shout of
"FINITE INCATATEUM!" I could move again! I turned to
find the scariest sight in the world.


Professor Hawkins, glaring angrily at us, twirling her
wand. Just the way she looked was enough to make even
the bravest of men crumble…




*******(time change)*******





"Mr. Nott, I do not care who started it. You all
participated in it, and you shall all be punished. You
have detention every night for the rest of the year,"
said Professor Hawkins, twirling a strand of hair as
she wrote out the detention slips. She made this look
like an everyday occurrence. Of course, it probably
was…


"And you all will receive detention every night," she
said, turning to the Marauders. I ducked down in my
seat with Sirius. "That includes you Mr. Brooks and
Mr. Black," Hawkins added. I groaned.


"But Professor Hawkins, we already have detention for
the rest of the year," Sirius said. He showed her the
notebook. "See. We're busy every night!"


Hawkins stared at him. "Then, Mr. Black, you will have
morning and night detentions. Now, go to your
dormitories. Your dinners will be sent there. Good
Day," she said before turning and opening the door. We
sat there in shock. "I said, bye!" Professor Hawkins
said, gesturing towards the door. We grudgingly got up
and walked out the door. Unfortuantely, we were being
followed.


"What do you want?" Sirius asked.


The fat boy looked at him in awe. "My name is
P-P-P-Peter P-P-P-Pettigrew. And I want to be your
friend."


"Sorry, it's not gonna happen. Rule Number 1 in the
Gryffindor Code of Conduct book: Never Befriend a
Slytherin. Especially ones who are hypocritical. Which
leaves… well, no one. All Slytherins are
hypocritical," I snapped.


The boy's face fell. He scurried off muttering, "They
will be my friends. Someday…"


We all laughed, before walking towards the Gryffindor
Dormitories.




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Severus Snape's POV


I stared blankly into the fire. I've been doing that a
lot since Christmas. Ever since my father revealed to
me the truth. The truth is that my parents are Death
Eaters.


My father told me during dinner. As I had a mouthful
of treacle pudding. I shall never eat treacle pudding
again.


Xavier Snape, my father, explained to me what Death
Eaters are, and what they do. I knew this already, but
I let him explain. I was in shock.


Then my mother, Lorriana (She is of Latin descent),
said that I would be a Death Eater. That is, when I
come of age.


I can't do it I mused. I'm not a vile, cold-hearted,
soulless creature. I don't believe in that mudblood
rot. 


But if I refuse, they will kill me. And I don't want
to die.


And I doubt my parents will want to congratulate me
when they learn I have detention every night for the
rest of the year. Why did this happen? At lunch, I
unknowingly (at the time) had a spoonful of treacle
pudding. After I ate it, I realized what happened, and
knew that no good would come of it.


All of this because of treacle pudding!



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Bella Figg's POV


As of late, my friendship with Noelle has been
strained. Lily has become suspicious, with good
reason. Therefore, midnight meetings in the North
Tower have become a daily (or nightly?) event. We
would write each other in code. And to read the coded
letters, you needed a password. That was an invention
of mine.


Turning the page of my book, I took in my
surroundings. I was in a dark place - there were no
windows. It was a big place. And to me, it was quite
foreign.


I was in the library.


I shook my head. Why am I in a library when I could be
pulling pranks?


I grabbed my satchel, which was filled with a
prankster's necessities. Dungbombs, and Filibuster's
No-Heat, Wet-Start Firecrackers filled the bag to the
brim.


Well, I haven't pulled any pranks on the Hufflepuffs
lately…




*******(time change)*******




I sat in Potions, laughing. It wasn't my Potions
class. It was the Hufflepuff's. Of course they
couldn't see me. I had put an invisibility charm on
myself.


I did this right before I put dungbombs in strategic
places over the room. After that, I put invisible
firecrackers in the Potion Storage Container.


When the First Year Hufflepuffs poured their 'artfully
brewed' potions into the containers, BOOM!


They exploded. And so did the dungbombs at this
instant.


After laughing for around 5 minutes, I ran to the
Great Hall, eager to tell Lily about my prank.



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Toria Vanter's POV


I sat on my bed in the dormitory, a blank journal in
my hands. I leaned against the headboard, and put the
journal on my legs. I picked up a muggle pen. They
were wonderful to write with. 

My Life. Where do I begin? I wondered.


Dear Diary,

My name is Victoria Ava Vanter. I am 11 years old and
I am currently enrolled at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I was born on the 17th of May. My mother is wonderful.
Her name is Lydia. She was engaged with my real father
when I was born. She thought she loved him. She
thought she knew him.

She didn't.

My real father is a death eater. When my mother found
out, she immediately broke off her engagement with
him. They were never married. We moved to Hogsmeade
when I was 5 months old.

My mother married Robert Vanter. They were in love.
And he loved me to. He is a great father.

I grew up in the wizarding world. By the time I was 9,
I could perform simple spells with my mother's wand. I
could also fly on a toy broomstick! They are nothing
like real broom sticks.

When I was eleven, Kiana Walters moved next door to
me. Her mother is a muggle. And her father is
deceased. But they still moved to a wizarding village.
I believe Mrs. Walters is trying to learn magic. If
Squibs can use those QuikSpell courses, certainly she
could. And I believe that she can actually do a few
spells. I guess Mrs. W has some magic blood in her
after all.

Well, Kiana and I became best friends. We have some
things in common, but we aren't clones. Kiana is a
swimmer. I'm a flyer. Kiana has long, straight, black
hair. I have wavy blonde hair. We both love Defense
Against the Dark Arts the best of the Hogwarts
classes. Charms and Astronomy are also very enjoyable
to us. We dislike homework. We also love living in
Hogsmeade.

Lily Evans is another of my friends. She has long, red
hair. I want red hair! She's actually pretty tall.
Compared to me, at least. I'm short. Lily has a fiery
personality! She is spunky. So am I. Lily hates James
Potter. I'm not exactly sure why… I'm sure she has a
reason for it… hopefully. Lily is amazing in Charms!
She is always great to talk to.

Bella Figg is also a great friend. She looks sort of
like me. She has blonde hair, but it's shorter than
mine. She has blue eyes like me. But she's taller than
me. Bella is an avid prankster! She is wonderful in
Astronomy. She is a great listener and always has
great advice. She is a person you can trust with your
secrets.

I must rush off now, or I will be late for dinner. 

Yours Truly,
Toria
January 28, 1973



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