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…

I hate it when people don’t see things the way I do. Although I may sound selfish by saying it, I wish that everything I wanted would just work out. You may be wondering why I am discussing this. The answer—I’m discussing it because I just realized something horrible. I don’t have a chance in hell with Ron, for two main reasons:

1. He hates ALL Slytherins
2. He thinks I’m a stalker

I found this all out from a couple of 5^th year Gryffindors I heard talking about me in the hall. They claimed that Ron has seen me following him when I was trying to find out more about him. Damn it, I should have just tried to talk to him. Then again, if he hates all Slytherins, I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance.

I don’t get it though. It’s just as unfair for Ron to judge me on what family I come from as it is for my brother to judge muggle-borns on what family they come from. I hate it when people judge people based on who their parents are. Ron got mad at my sister last week because hexed a Gryffindor girl when just yesterday I saw him laughing when Harry Potter hexed Malfoy.

Am I overreacting though? Should I give up my goal based on what two stupid fifth year girls said about me in the hallway? No! I think that I’ll still try to pursue him—just because he’s has some stupid prejudice against us, doesn’t mean that he couldn’t like me a at all.

Yours,

Alicia May Nott

That pompous git doesn’t know what he’s doing…

I was walking followed him out of the Great Hall—but I wasn’t stalking him this time, I swear. I was just going up to talk to him and introduce myself. I wanted him to know who I was, and learn that not all Slytherins were bad. But he just turned around and started yelling at me. “Why the hell are you following me? God! Can I walk anywhere outside the common room without you being there, breathing down my god damn neck?”

“I’m sorry; I just wanted to talk to you…” I said, I’m sure that I was bright red by then.

“Talk to me? Curse me more like…” Ron muttered.

“We’re not all like that!” I said, with a sudden rush of courage.

“What do you mean?” He asked, looking at me straight in the eyes.

“Slytherins—not all of us gain joy by cursing you.”

“Then why have you been stalking me for a fucking fortnight?” He asked angrily.

I shrugged—people were starting to watch us now. I didn’t want to tell him I felt with everybody watching. Anyways, I knew what his reaction would be.

“See, I told you. You’re trying to kill me. You’re nothing Slytherin freak!!!” He said, pointing a finger at me accusing me.

“You categorize too much! Even if I hadn’t followed you, you still would’ve thought me a Slytherin freak!” I retorted, just as angrily.

He shook his head in frustration and tried to get past me. I, however, cut him off. “You get angry when someone calls a muggle-born a mudblood…”

“Don’t say that word” He interrupted, trying to push me away. I stood my ground.

I continued as if he hadn’t interrupted me, “but, you call a Slytherin that you haven’t even met before a freak.”

“Saying the world ‘freak’ is a lot different from saying you-know-what!” He retorted.

“Would you react differently if I called Granger a freak?” I asked.

He didn’t even answer me—he just turned around and stalked off in the opposite direction.

God! I don’t understand him! He wouldn’t even give me a chance! He just automatically assumed that I was like a Death Eater or something. I really don’t know what to do now. I already know that I’m going to give up on Ron entirely—not that I have a choice or anything. The thing I’m not sure about is whether I should go through with my plan to change my life around or not. Although I doubt that no Slytherins saw my fight with Ron, news travels fast around this place and I’m sure that they will all know before long.

Even though nothing happened and I didn’t say I liked him, they will question why I was following Ron around. I think I’ll probably just tell them that I was going to try and curse him—he is head boy, after all. I’m going to save standing up for what I believe in for later, and focus on getting over Ron right now.

Yours,

Alicia May Nott

I’m distressed again—and this time it’s not about Ron or my family. I’ve stopped thinking about both of those things, or at least tried to. This time it’s about something entirely different. After Potions, Professor Snape called me into his office. In six years, it was the first time I had ever been in there, and I was glad of it. As I looked around the place I saw things that looked like brains, hearts and other organs. I was revolted—it was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life.

“So, Miss Nott, you may be wondering why I have asked you to stay after class.”

I nodded, not looking him in the eyes, but at his greasy hooked nose, instead.

“I have a student who is in his third year in the same Potions class—he’s having trouble passing. He won’t be able to graduate this year unless he gets his OWL in potions. I suggested that he got himself a tutor. He was surprisingly happy with the idea and asked if you could be his tutor.” Snape explained.

“Oh.” I said blandly, “May I ask who he is?”

“Vincent Crabbe. I told him that you’d probably say ‘yes’, but that I’d ask you today.”

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!’ I thought ‘No! No! No! NO!’

I had to think of an excuse and quickly. “Well…err…I’ve been having some…err…trouble in motions lately and think that I should…err…focus on my on work right now.” I said, hoping that it would satisfy as a good excuse.

“Well,” Snape said, looking down at his notebook—damn that stupid notebook. “Your grades are perfectly fine. I don’t see any reason for you not to.”

“Well,” I began, choosing my words carefully, “I don’t really understand the information that we’ve learned recently. I think that I should put my energy into studying for the upcoming test right now.”

“Well, how about this—you put your energy into studying for the test. If you feel comfortable after it, then you may tutor Mr. Crabbe.” Snape suggested.

‘Oh great’ I thought; ‘now he’s trapped me. He knows fully well that I understand potions, and after I ace this test, I’m gonna be tutoring…him.’

“Ermm…sure, Professor,” I managed to say before leaving his office. Great, the only way out of this is to purposely flunk the test.

Oh my goodness. I can’t believe what I just did—I just purposely flunked the Potions test. It was my first failing grade all year. I thought I would get a “P” or something horrid like that.

When Professor Snape handed me my test he looked disappointed in me. I tried to look up at him as innocently as possible. I don’t think it worked though—I swear that man can read your every thought. I opened up the test and screamed when I saw my mark. I got a “T.” How could I possible get a “T”? This was utterly embarrassing. I didn’t even think there was such a mark—I thought it was just some rumor started by the seventh years to scare us when were little.

Unluckily for me, I wasn’t the only one to see my test. Tanya Avery sneaked a peek over at my test as soon as I received it. She shrieked in delight—she had been trying to get something on me ever since I enlarged her grades and permanently stuck in the Entrance Hall.

Anyways, she saw my mark and yelled “Alicia got a ‘T!’” loud enough so that the whole castle could hear her. I don’t think I have ever been so embarrassed in my life. I felt my face turn red, and, mind you, that doesn’t happen very often.

After class, Snape called me into his office, yet again. When we got in there, he motioned for me to take a seat. “You were right that you didn’t understand the material. I must say that I am disappointed in you.”

“I’m sorry, Professor, I tried as hard as I could.” I lied.

“I’m sorry to hear it. I think that it is crucial that you get a tutor for this class.” He suggested.

“What?” I asked, outraged. But then I tried to cover it up by saying, “What I meant, Professor, was that this was just a section that I didn’t understand.”

“But one subject leads to another in Potions. I daresay you should get a tutor soon so that this horrible work doesn’t continue.”

He had cornered me, he knew I failed on purpose—I should have obliged to being tutored, that way he might’ve believed me. However, with my personality, I found I couldn’t. Instead, I found myself saying, “I really don’t think that will be necessary, Professor.”

“But it will,” Snape said, his lips curling into a twisted smile. “Anyone who claims that grass is the antidote of the forgetfulness potion clearly needs some outside help.”

I was worse than cornered this time, I was trapped, and there was no way out. I managed to mumble “Of course, sir” before running out of his office.

Yours,

Alicia May Nott

Have I told you that my life is unbearable before? Well, it just got worse. It was my first meeting with my tutor today. So I went to the Library to try and find them. I looked around the Library for a second, trying to find somebody who looked like they were ready to tutor a sixth year Potions student. A Slytherin most likely, they were by far the best at potions.

As I looked around the Library, my eyes lingered on Ron for a couple of seconds. Unfortunately, he looked up and saw me staring at him. “What the hell are you staring at?” he asked, angrily.

“I was trying to find somebody.”

“Oh my God, your stalking me again, aren’t you?”

“As a matter of, I’m not, I simply waiting for someone. They’re late,” I observed, looking down at my watch.

“Well don’t bother me anymore.” He said simply. “I have to tutor somebody for Potions.”

“WHAT?” I asked, outraged.

“I…have…to…tutor…somebody…for…potions,” he said each word loudly and clearly.

“No, I heard what you said.” I clarified. Out of all the people in this damn school, how come he ended up being my tutor? The one person that I want to get away from right now—the one person I need to get away from in order to preserve my sanity.

Yours,

Alicia May Nott