Believe In Magic

It’s so beautiful!!

I don’t post enough on here, so I thought I would post this as I am a little bit proud of it and it got an A!

September 1st

Crushed. Rejected. How many words are there to explain being pushed away from someone who you generally wanted to befriend? Dismissed.

I reach out a kind hand and he dismisses it like I am some lesser creature who means nothing to him. I shouldn’t mean nothing. Surely he remembers. We had our robes fitted together, how could he forget? It disgusts me. It upsets me.

Spurned. I couldn’t be more embarrassed. I’m supposed to be strong and here I am feeling like I could burst into tears. It’s a weakness, showing emotions. It does not exist in those who are strong of mind, body and soul. Father talks such rubbish sometimes. Not that I could tell him that. One slash of his wand and he could open every wound and scar he has inflicted on me in the past.  The blood and tears would poor until I can take no more.

Cast aside. Sent away by someone who is meant to show kindness and compassion. He defeated the Dark Lord for Christ’s sake. I don’t know what I was thinking even trying to talk to him, how could I have been so stupid?

Infatuated? He turns me down and yet I am still thinking about the pain he caused me. I hate him. It makes me sick just thinking about him and yet I still want him to be my friend. I hate him and yet…I don’t know.

September 2nd

We were in potions earlier. Snape was being so horrible to him, I could have screamed. Not while Crabbe and Goyle were there. They wouldn’t get it. They wouldn’t understand.

He looked right at me. Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering at the Granger girl while I pretended to. His eyes burnt right through me, I could feel it.

October 10th

I had been looking forward to this more than anything in the whole school year, finally learning how to ride a broom like a real wizard.

I took Longbottom’s Remembrall when he fell off. I even took it up into the air! It wasn’t my fault! Crabbe and Goyle were egging me on; they expected me to do it. It was stupid.

He followed me though. He was so angry.  He’d just have to play the hero. He even threatened me! In mid-air, this boy sat perfectly steady on his broomstick and threatened me. I threw it away, as hard as I could, maybe I should have just given it to him. Why am I so stubborn?

McGonagall took him away after that. I’d got him alone but under the wrong circumstances. It’s so frustrating. I returned to the dormitory and sat around thinking about how many different ways I could have handled that situation but they all pointed to the same thing. When I am around people, I am a horrible and conceited person. I am my Father.

December 15th

I wanted to stay at Hogwarts. I told him I didn’t want to go. That was my first mistake. In a fit of rage, he ripped a gaping wound across my back that I could feel slowly pulling open, exposing the muscle and tendons that lay beneath. I saw it in the window pane and cried.

Second mistake. It wasn’t the cut or the physical pain: that pain would pass with time. It’s the scar on my heart that would not. Deeper than any cut or wound that the old man could ever inflict on me.

March 22nd

Why did I tell McGonagall about the dragon? Now she thinks I’m a liar.

Of course I didn’t go back to my room. I couldn’t. Not while I knew he would be waiting at the top of the astronomy tower. I crept up behind them and waited in the shadows, just watching as they handed over the dragon to some people on broomsticks. They exchanged some words but I wasn’t really listening, I didn’t care. All I could see was him, standing in the moonlight as it caught one side of his face.

The people on broomsticks left swiftly off into the night as he turned to walk back down the astronomy tower. He left his cloak which I found awfully strange. Stranger still, before he travelled back down the stairs he turned his head towards me and looked me straight in the eye. He winked at me and smiled sweetly. He had known I was there. He looked down at the cloak, then back at me and continued walking down the stairs.

I bent down and picked up the cloak, clutching it tightly to my chest. I looked down to the cloak and was shocked to find that I couldn’t see anything. I smiled as I realised that he had left me an Invisibility Cloak. I looked over at the empty doorway where he had previously stood. I wrapped the cloak around me, enveloping myself in his scent before I returned to my cold reality braving it with a smile.