|A Year in the Life of Henrietta Mabel
Author: GinnyWeasley5 PM
He sits me down. "Now, what is it?" he asks. My bottom lip trembles and before I can stop myself I spill out what's been on my mind. "You didn't tell me you hooked up with that idiot, Lucia!" I cry. The tears splash down onto my red and gold tie. I feel cheated and hurt. Matt seems taken aback. "That, that, that's nothing. Me and Lucia, no," he says. "Don't lie to me," I growl.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 6 - Words: 7,795 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8315293
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This Diary Belongs To: Henrietta (Henri) Mabel
Saturday 1st September 2012
I roll over. Someone is poking me in the ribs.
"Mum, is that you?" I ask as I blink once or twice.
"Come on dear, get up. You've got a train to catch!" Mum says excitedly, standing tall over me.
Suddenly, I remember. Let me explain. I am a witch. I know a when I say a witch, you probably think i'm talking about a witch that kills people and all that rubbish. If you believe that, then you're just...weird. I am a witch. I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It is a school for people who have special talents. Such as Witchcraft and Wizardry. My best friend, Maisy, attends with me. People who are not a witch or wizard, are what our kind call muggles.
Anyway, I am in my sixth year and there is a train that we have to catch on Platform 9 and 3/4. We run between the barriers of Platform 9 and 10. The train leaves at exactly 11am.
"Come on, Henri," Mum nags.
My real name is Henrietta, but Mum and Dad and my two little brothers, sister and friends call me Henri or Hen. I leap out of bed. I pull up my blind. it is a lovely spring day. It is warm and Maisy and I already have our clothes sorted out. Our parents are best friends and they like to dress identically. Luckily, Maisy and I became instant best friends. We also have the same taste in everything. I stretch and yawn.
"By the way, Henri. Maisy is coming over at 10:30am so we'll have time to floo to the nearest Ministry approved fireplace!" Mum called as she walked down the stairs.
"Yep!" I reply.
I can smell scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes and raspberry and white chocolate chip muffins from down stairs. Mum and Dad always make a miny feast whenever I am about to leave for term. Flooing is where you have this special sand/dust that you throw into your fireplace and it illuminates green flames. You step into them and get the sensation of a light goose feather tickling you. You have to say your destination loudly and clearly and it will transport you there. When we were in Diagon Alley to bye my school stuff, Mum got all the leaflets possible on the Wizarding World. Dad got all the stuff on Quidditch. I laugh as I remember Mum and Dad's faces when they saw Diagon Alley. I scramble to my wardrobe and get into some fresh undies and slip into some shorts.
I fish out the top that Maisy and I decided to wear. It is a short sleeve one that has coloured dots on it. I grabbed my wand and slipped it into my pocket that was long enough to fit the wand in.
My wand is: Maple Wood, Dragon heartstring and 10 inches long.
I look through my rucksack. It includes a set of parchment, a quill and ink, Hogwarts:A History, The Double Shadow (my book that i'm reading now. I just started it, it's really good!), Quidditch Through the Ages, 8galleons, 67sickles and 29knuts. I sigh with happiness. I check through my trunk. I chuck in the book The Monster Book of Monsters. The man in Flourish and Blotts told us to tie a belt around it or a ribbon. The reason is because it bits at you when you open it. It has four eyes and a mouth with a set of sharp sharp teeth and a drooling tongue. I place that at the bottom of my trunk with the rest of he books. I had Prof. McGonagall make it bigger on the inside but still look the same from the outside. I place in all my clothes and shoes. I get out the pair of white sandals. I buckle them up. I put in my robes and all of my school uniform.
"Good," I sigh as I chuck my schoolbag into my trunk. It has all my stuff I need for lessons.
I manage to squeeze my broomstick; A Firebolt, into my trunk. I jump on the lid of my trunk to make sure it goes down. I loom at my watch. I squeak with fright. It's already 9:30am! I run downstairs. I still have my bed hair. I'll fix it later. I run to dad.
"Morning daddy!" I greet.
"Morning pumpkin," Dad replies.
I hear a hoot from upstairs.
"Oh! There's Hermy!"
I fling myself up the stairs and find Hermy tapping at the window. I let him in. "Morning, Hermy. Today's the big day. Thanks buddy," I say as I untie the letter attached to his foot.
It's from Maisy. I give hermy an owl treat and he nips my finger in affection.
"That's okay, buddy," I reply to his little nip. The letter says:
Hi Henri! I am sooooooo excited! I just can't wait. Mum's getting all teary. Anyway, we'll be over at you place at 10:30! Bye, Maisy xox.
I chuckle to myself. I give Hermy a quick kiss on his wing and chuck the letter in my rucksack.
"Henri! Breakfast pumpkin!" Dad voice travels up the stairs.
I run down the stairs. The table is laden with food. "Mmm," my tummy grumbles and I sigh in satisfaction.
"Dig in I always say!" Mum cries.
Patrick dives for the pancakes. Oli dives for the muffins. Greta takes a huge amount of scrambled eggs and I take a muffin, 2 pancakes, some bacon and some eggs. We eat in a comfortable silence. After about three quarters of an hour, we are all full and the plates are empty.
"Mmm, thanks dad," We all say. "No problemo!" his reply came.
"Okay, everyone get ready!" Mum cries.
The two boys get dressed, Mum does the dishes while Dad runs and gets dressed, Mum's already dressed and I get Greta dressed. I choose a nice floral summer dress and some red shoes. I dress her in it and braid her hair. She jumps down from the table and runs to play with her blanky and teddy. The doorbell rings.
"Open up, Henri. It's us! Not some namby pamby git like Malis!" Maisy cries.
I fling the door open. She nearly knocks me over with enthusiasm as she hugs me. Her dad has her trunk and her mum has her rucksack and Maisy has her owl, Herms.
"Come in," I say.
Everyone greets everyone and Maisy and I sprint up the stairs to my room. I quickly do my hair in a messy ponytail like Maisy's and tie a nice baby pink ribbon in my hair. Maisy takes my rucksack and Hermy downstairs first and we both thug down the stairs with my trunk. It was quarter to eleven.
"MUM!" I shriek.
"We need to go!" I finish.
Maisy and I go together. Patrick and Maisy's sister, Mia, go together. Chantal(Maisy's other sister) and Greta go together, Dad goes with my trunk, Bruce(Maisy's dad), goes with her trunk and Mum and Chloe(Maisy's mum) go together. Maisy and I tumble over each other as we spill out into a fireplace. Across the road is Kings Cross Station. We all cross the road and stand in front of Platform 9 and 10. Maisy and I dash through it and before us is the gleaming Hogwarts Express. The others come through. It is 1 minute until the train leaves. There are quick goodbyes.
"I'll write to you tomorrow!" I cry as we board the train.
I keep my eyes peeled for Matt and James. They are like Maisy and my sweethearts. Ever since the day in year one when Maisy and I had fell into the lake while making our way across it to Hogwarts. Matt had pulled my out and James had pulled Maisy out. Ever since then, we have all been great friends. Maisy says that Matt likes my and I agree and I say that James like her and she agrees. Luckily we were all sorted into Gryffindor. We find an empty compartment and haul our trunks up onto racks. We open the window and the train starts moving.
Maisy and I wave to our families.
Cries, laughter and lots of byes and see you next year and whatever's echo around the train and station. We wave until everyone is out of view.
"Hello ladies," Matt's voice echoes around the room.
"Matt!" I squeal and run into his arms.
"Hello, missy," He says into my hair.
James runs to Maisy and hugs her. We help Matt and James with their trunks. Matt plops down next to me and James sits down to Maisy.
"Can't wait to the Lolly Trolly comes," James sighs.
We all agree. A dreamy voice enters our compartment.
"Quibbler?" The girl asks.
She has long blonde curly hair. She is wearing a skirt and a nice top with a scarf. Maisy, James, Matt and I have always like this girl.
"Yes please," we all reply. We each pay her 2sickles.
"How are you?" I ask the girl.
"I am fine, thank you. You?" She asks politely.
"Great," I say. She gives us a copy each and leaves the compartment.
She is a year below us and is friendly to everyone. She is in Ravenclaw. We all read the Quibbler. We figure out all of the puzzles. James, Matt, Maisy and I let out Missy(Matt's owl), Madame(James' owl), Clara(Maisy's owl and Hermy. I look at my watch.
"Well, it shouldn't be long until the Lolly Trolly comes, James," I conclude.
It's about 5pm. We'll be at Hogwarts in about 2 more hours.
"Anything from the trolly! Anything from the trolly! Anything from the trolly dears?" The Lolly Trolly lady walks into the compartment.
"Yes please," I say jumping up, "Could I please have 2 chocolate frogs, 1 pumpkin pasty and a packet of duballs."
"Could I please have the same," Matt says.
"Me two," Maisy joins.
"Me three! And chuck in 4 red licorice wands please," James says.
"There you go dearies," The Lolly Trolly lady says and she hands out the packets of lollies.
"Thank you," we all chorus as she walks off down the corridor.
We all feast and James gives us each a red licorice wand because non of us like black licorice.
"I am looking so excited to being able to go to Hogsmeade!" Maisy exclaims. All of a sudden, a sneering drooling voice enters the compartment.
"Ha, I can't believe your muggle parents would let you go, Mudblood," the voice sneers.
Three peoples laughter fills the place. It's Marcus Malis. He is a pure blood and in Slytherin.
"Watch your mouth, Malis!" I yell standing up.
"Why don't you Mudblood," Marcus says.
"Get out, Malis," James and Matt say together getting up.
"Oh, not so friendly are we?" Marcus says.
We all draw our wands. Marcus' cronies even draw their wands.
"I don't know what help you'll be, Crib, Dhill? You can't even do a simple disarming spell," I say.
"You'll pay for that one-," Marcus starts, but I cut him off.
"Are you still jealous of the fact that Gryffindor bet Slytherin in the House Cup, hey?" Matt asks.
We are all on the Quidditch Team. Maisy and I are chasers. Matt is Seeker and James is Keeper. We all have Firebolt's.
"My father WILL hear about this!" Marcus yells and storms off.
"Sure he will!" I yell from out of the compartment.
"Pertificus Totalias!" Marcus yells.
Matt pulls me into the compartment and locks the door. He gives me a squeeze.
"Well, we'll better get into our robes and uniform. Boys out," I say pointing to the door. "Please can we stay. I promise we won't look," James pleads. "Out, James. And you too Matt," Maisy says.
The go out and I stand on the seat and pull out my white long sleeved shirt, tights, a skirt that is about 2inches above my knees, a fresh set of Gryffindor Robes, a Gryffindor tie, black ballet flats and our grey school jumper. Maisy pulls out the same and we both get changed.
"Are you ready yet?" Matts asks from outside. "Yep," I reply and they come in.
Maisy and I walk out and the boys get changed. When they open their compartment door we trot back inside.
"We will be arriving at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 20 minutes. It is very cold outside so wear your robes," A magnified voice tells us.
We all cheer. Maisy and I both braid each others hair in one single braid down the center of our heads and add a red and yellow ribbon to it. The train pulls to a stop. Cheers erupt and everyone comes out of their compartments. We leave our stuff on the train as usual. A little group of first years walk up to us.
"Excuse me, what do we do with our trunks and everything?" A girl asks.
"Well, you leave them on the train and they will be in your dormitories when you arrive. It's okay. Everything you own will be returned," I explain.
"It's all good!" A boy yells and they go away.
"Ah, classic first years," James sighs. We all laugh as we hop off the train.
"Hiya Hagrid!" I call.
"Evening, Henri, Matt, Maisy and James! I need to see ye tomorrow morning!" Hagrid replies. "Will do!" I yell over the talking.
We board the carriages pulled on their own. It starts to rain. The droplets splatter against the window. "Gee, I'm glad we aren't the first years going across the lake," I comment. "Agreed," Maisy agrees. We pull up to the castle. We duck out of the carriages and into the Entrance Hall.
Prof. McGonagall, Prof. Sprout, Prof. Snape and Prof. Flitwick were all waiting and organizing their houses. "Hurry up, Gryffindor's! I need to go collect the first years!" McGonagall cries. "It's okay, Minerva. I'll take over," Sprout says. "Thank you, Pomona," McGonagall cries and hurries off.
"Okay! Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's in!" Sprout says.
"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Snape asks.
"I'm sure you can manage your own house, Severus. I don't know if you realised that Minerva left me in charge of Gryffindor's too. I would be surprised in you if you couldn't manage your own house seeing as you like to duck points from the other houses," Sprout replied and stormed into the Great Hall.
The Hufflepuff's set off in their direction and the Gryffindor's set off in theirs. The Slytherin's and Ravenclaw's follow. I sit next to Matt and Maisy and James sits next to Maisy.
"Okay, everyone! Chop, chop now. The first years will arrive i and NOW!" Dumbledore cries.
Sure enough the oak doors open and a huge line of shaky kneed first years enter.
Silently, Prof. McGonagall brings up the stool and old ragged Sorting Hat.
"Mahogany, Grace," Prof. McGonagall calls clearly and loudly. It's the girl from the train. She jumps onto the stool and the Sorting Hat has barley touched her head when it yells out: "GRYFFINDOR!" Huge cheers erupt from us. She comes down with a huge grin on her face and sits opposite from us.
"What's your name?" she asks me.
"My name is Henrietta and this is Maisy, Matt and James. We're all third years," I reply. Grace's grin possibly goes wider when her best friend is also sorted into Gryffindor. Her name is Claire.
"Malis, Ruben," Prof. McGonagall cries. "I never knew Malis had a little bugger of a brother," Matt says into my ear.
His breath is like warm treacle tart. It trickles down my spine. Ruben is obviously sorted into Slytherine. The sorting finishes and Gryffindor gain an extra 29 students.
"Now, before we begin, I would like to say a couple of words. Nitwit, bang bong and sherbet lemon," Dumbledore says.
Food magically appears on our plates. There are foods like roast pork, roast chicken with stuffing, potatoes, baked potatoes and soooo much more.
"Is he mad?" Claire asks Maisy.
"Nup, he's just awesome," Maisy replies her mouth full of stuffing. The feast ends and we all make our way up to our common rooms. Matt, Maisy, James and I are the only left in the common rooms by 11:30pm.
"C'mon guys. Lets go to bed," I say as I yawn.
"Agreed," Maisy agrees.
Maisy and James take the lead. Matt and I follow.
"Night Matt and James," Maisy and I say as we make our way up the stairs to our dormitory.
By the looks of it, Maisy and I are the only one's in our dormitory. Only us two. We both flop on our beds and fall asleep.