The Choise that wasn't a option
A diary of a Slytherin who fell in love with a Hufflepuff. !Attention! This story is not the same as the original J.K. Rowling. In this story, Cedric Diggory does not die.
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Bullying
Chapter 3
September 17th, 1991
Dear diary, today was the worst day of my life, my reputation went down the drain... First one of my dorm roommates told all the Slytherins that I wrote in a diary and they all laughed at me, then a kid named Draco Malfoy (son of Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa Malfoy, of the Black family) started making fun of me and… I don't know what happened, they were all laughing at me… but I know that it all ended with my withdrawal from the group and I also lost all my friends, now I'm alone against the world… I just want to go home. I'm going to start isolating myself in the library, I think it's the safest place, I'm going to try to make friends with books, at least they can't say anything bad about me!
November 29th, 1991
It's been two months and they keep talking bad about me, I hate that Malfoy and that girl, a friend of his, Parkinson, they can't stop irritating me. I was happy that Harry Potter, who is in his first year, made the Gryffindor Quidditch team, I loved seeing Malfoy's face. I'm going to start focusing more on my studies, I'm already in the third year and two years I'll have the OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) and I need to start creating good study habits.
February 14th, 1992
You know what day it is, it's Valentine's Day or Valentine's Day. I'm glad Hogwarts doesn't celebrate this occasion, otherwise, someone could send a card in front of everyone and then say it was fake and everyone would start laughing at me.
June 6th, 1992
I finally got used to my new life inside Hogwarts and they don't talk about me much anymore, some still do, but many don't want to know anymore. I'm almost on vacation, where will I travel this year? But one thing is for sure, I can't tell my parents about the bullying I suffered this year and they also can't know that I'm not popular anymore and that I don't have any friends anymore.
July 8th, 1992
This summer I'm going to… Spain! It's a smaller trip than the last ones I've done, but that doesn't mean it's not fun and/or interesting.