Confessions of a Pure-Blood Slytherin

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters/names that you may recognize from JK Rowling’s stories. Also, I don’t exactly know where the term “confessions of…” came from, but I don’t own that either…

A/N: I know that I said I wasn’t going to be able to update until next Wednesday, but…I found out that I had some free time that I didn’t think I had so here’s the next chapter! :-)

Although breakfast starts in five minutes, I thought I’d tell you distressing the happenings of the previous night. I was walking through the oak front doors, when I saw Ron hugging another girl in the Entrance Hall. Why did I suddenly assume that he was single, I mean why would he be. He has to have decent marks to be Head Boy and he’s a fairly good keeper—I’ve seen him play against Slytherin. I was stupid to assume that he would be open to go out with me.

I think the girl’s name is Hermione Granger, and from what I’ve heard about her she doesn’t sound too pleasant. In fact, she sound’s like a dirty, scrounging little mudblood prat who thinks that she’s as good as the rest of the wizarding race just because she’s head girl. Wait! What am I saying? Aren’t I the one who just said that I hated my family for discriminating against muggle borns? What the hell am I doing talking about Hermione like this and calling her a mudblood?

Truth is I don’t even know her that well. As a matter of fact, I don’t know any muggle-borns at Hogwarts that well. I didn’t really try to get to know them at all. I never wanted to be on good terms with them, in fear that my family would punish me for fraternizing with them. I also never wanted to get on bad terms with them—I never really wanted to become enemies with someone who my attitude was indifferent towards.

I’m not even sure if I want to separate myself fully from my family now. Ron was my main reason for wanting to disregard them before my seventh year. Now that I know that I’ll have no chance in hell with him, compared to that role model witch he’s dating, I’m not quite sure if separating from my family would be the best choice. Granted, they abuse me and act crudely towards me whenever I go home for summer, but it’s better to have a home than no home at all. I have one hundred galleons saved up from my childhood—but that wouldn’t get me a week’s rent, let alone a whole summer’s worth. I really don’t know what to do. God, I confuse myself sometimes!

Yours,

Alicia May Nott

Overall, classes have been quite dull this week. Then again that’s what I have heard from most people. Fifth and Seventh years are the toughest, because that’s when the teachers are preparing you for your OWLs and NEWTs. Sixth year, however, is stuck in-between and you therefore don’t learn much. Transfiguration will be the most rigorous course, or so it seems. I believe it to be the most challenging because we will start human transfigurations this year, and I believe that it will be quite difficult.

Over the past week, I have also observed Ron more and stand confused as to what exactly his relationship is with Hermione. He and Hermione are often accompanied by Harry Potter, and he is usually standing in the middle of him. Oh how I hate Harry Potter! He’s so cocky and thinks that he’s some sort of hero just because he defeated You-Know-Who. It didn’t take much—I mean, for God’s sake, he didn’t even do anything! All he did was sit there, it was his mum’s loved that defeated You-Know-Who, not the will power that came from some baby.

Also, he thinks that he’s some sort of Quidditch God too. He claims that if Umbridge hadn’t kicked him off the house team he would’ve been Captain this year. I mean, what about Ron? Ron’s a bloody good captain and Quidditch player—he was responsible for Gryffindor winning the House Cup last year. I think that Ron should stick up for himself. While Harry is there, bragging to some first year and teaching him Quidditch techniques, Ron just stands there and doesn’t say anything. If I ever become friends with Ron, I will teach him how to stand up for himself.

Then again, I probably shouldn’t be talking. I can’t work up enough courage to stand up to my family either. Then again, my family’s a lot different from Ron’s friends. My family would hurt me not only emotionally, but also physically, where Ron’s friends couldn’t do a thing to hurt him…wait, I take that back. I’ve heard that Harry Potter can have quite a temper. My dad told me that he used the cruciartus curse on Bellatrix Lestrange just last year. If Ron’s not lucky, he could end up in St. Mungo’s like the Longbottoms.

Things to do:

Find out the relationship between Ron and Hermione.

Find out more about Ron.

Find someone to give Harry a good kick in the… (Draco Malfoy???)

Yours,

Alicia May Nott

I have not come very far in my list of things to do. Not much on Ron and Hermione is discussed within the Slytherin House. I could always ask, but I don’t really want to seem too interested in them, yet. Same thing holds true with information on Ron. As for having Draco give Harry a good kick in the ass, hasn’t happened yet—I’m not really sure if he will. However, he did jinx Harry’s broom so that he couldn’t control it during Quidditch practice the other day. He embarrassed himself and it was quit hilarious to hear the story from another Slytherin, Vincent Crabbe.

Speaking of Vincent, he keeps on asking me if I want to go to Hogsmeade with him on Halloween. I’ve been lucky so far, the first time he asked me, Dumbledore started speaking before I had a chance to answer. Every other time, I’ve made up some excuse to leave before he had a chance to ask me. I don’t know exactly what to say. I mean I don’t like him all that well, but my family would question me if I said no. I mean the Crabbes are an old family friend. My dad has known his dad ever since the days that You-Know-Who began his attacks. I’m pretty sure they’ve been in league with him the entire time. I’d never know though, my father lives a pretty secretive life.

Yours,

Alicia May Nott

You never know who your friends are nowadays. For instance, Pansy Parkinson, a seventh year and fellow Slytherin, and I used to be best friends. I’m not sure if that’s quite true anymore. She knows that Crabbe fancies me and she absolutely loathes it. Why, I do not know. All I know is that yesterday, after lunch, she came up to mean and started talking to me for the first time this year. It started out quite pleasantly when she said “Hullo Alicia, how was your summer?”

“It was alright.” I shrugged indifferently. “How about yours?”

 “Oh it was quite pleasant. We went to and and saw so many things! I think mum and dad wanted to get Peony and me away from all this crap happening around . I think that the media is making a much bigger deal out of this than it is. I mean with all those mudblood lovers in the Ministry and Dumbledore basically running the place, is going to the dogs! I don’t see what’s so bad about Voldemort—if the rest of the wizarding world didn’t interfere, Voldemort would leave them alone…”

I wanted to tell that I thought that she was full of crap. Voldemort was a threat to the entire population and we were best to be rid of him. I wanted to tell her what I really thought, but I restrained myself. I knew that it was best to lay low, until I figured out what I really wanted.

“…Then again, I understand completely if you don’t agree with me. I mean you certainly seem to be going in a different direction from the rest of your family. I was talking to your brother the other day, and he told me that you actually stood up for the mudbloods last summer. What has gotten into you? You’re disgracing your family, ignoring me—this is the first time we’ve talked all year, and, most importantly, stealing Vincent from me!”

“WHAT???” I asked, outraged. I knew that she would lecture me about disgracing my family and sticking up for muggle-borns, but I was not expecting the last one.

“You heard me—you’re a disgrace to the wizarding world. YOU’RE A BLOOD TRAITOR!!!”

“No, the part about Vincent…”

“I said that you are trying to seduce him when you knew that I liked him first.”

“Firstly, I NEVER tried to seduce him—he came up to me by himself. Secondly, I didn’t know that you liked him. If you did, believe me, I would use it for my use. I would be able to tell him I wasn’t interested without having to make up a reason as to why I didn’t want to go out with him. I could just tell them that I didn’t go out with Vincent since you liked him.”

“You liar!” Pansy shouted. “You know what? I never want to see your face ever again!” With that, she stormed down the stairs and into the Slytherin Common Room.

I don’t really care—I never really like her that much anyways. It just sort of surprised me that she’d break off our friendship because Crabbe had tried to ask me out. I mean it was obvious that I wasn’t interested. I had always avoided answering his requests. Anyways, I never knew she even liked Crabbe, I’d always thought that it was Draco she had her eye on. I mean, they’d be perfect for each other. Oh well, if she wants to go out with Crabbe, that’s her problem. At least I have an excuse for turning him down when he finally does get all the words out.

Yours,

Alicia May Nott

My life just got one hell of a lot better. I found out that Ron and Hermione are not an item. In fact, it’s Harry who ended up asking Hermione out. It’s all around the school—the Head Girl is going out with the Boy-Who-Lived. According to Millicent, they are a disgusting couple. They’ve apparently been friends since first year but Harry just recently worked up the courage to ask Hermione out. Judging by the rumors going around, they were making out in the Entrance Hall the other day and some first years were walking by and McGonagall saw. I can just see the scene now:

Harry and Hermione were making out by the grand staircase as some first years came out of the Great Hall. McGonagall came down the stairs and saw them. “Mr. Potter! Ms. Granger! What on earth do you think your doing?”

Hermione and Harry would’ve quickly broken apart and Harry would’ve made up some excuse along the lines of: “Err…sorry Professor, didn’t realize anyone would’ve been around.”

“This is a public place Mr. Potter. The Minister is coming later today, what if he walked in the front doors while you and Ms. Granger were…”

“Professor, listen, we’re really sorry.” Hermione would’ve finally said, after think about it for a while.

“You should be Ms. Granger. You are Head Girl. Younger students look up to you, you’re the role model of many.” McGonagall would’ve lectured. Harry probably would’ve snorted and Hermione would’ve either stepped on his toe or elbowed him in retaliation. “Because you have shown public displays of affection in a public place in the castle, twenty-five points will be taken from Gryffindor and you will each serve a detention.” She would have then sent them on their way, and they would’ve walked away quietly.

I wonder where Ron would’ve been throughout all this. For surely he wouldn’t have been with him. Nobody talks much about Ron—I need to find out more about him. I guess I’ll just have to get to know him better myself. Since we are in different years, we don’t have any classes together. We’re in different houses, so we don’t share the same common room. The only time I ever see him is at meals. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to get to know him during the rare occasions that I see him. At least I knows that there’s hope!

Yours,

Alicia May Nott