Day 1
My name is Maki Haruwaka and I hate life. Why? Because life hates me. I have black hair, red eyes, and I hate people. I don't hate all people, just most of them. How does life hates me? You might ask. Reason 1: I have magic. Reason 2: I grew up in a obnoxious hyfoluted pure-blood family. Reason 3: the Malfoys are always at my house, and I hate them. Reason 4: we all know that mini Malfoys dad was a death eater, but if I ever say that to my parents I got in trouble. Reason 5: my parents want me to became a death eater. Reason 6: I don't want to be a death eater. Reason 7: All my parents ever talk about is talk about is voldemort. As you can see by this list, life hates me. Therefore, it only makes sense for me to hate life back.
I guess today was an important day, but I really wasn't looking forward to going to hogwarts because of all the pure-blood bull crap I was sure to be hearing there. I was kind of looking forward to learning magic though. I just hoped beyond hope I wasn't in slytheren, though I figured I probably would be anyway. I' m not exactly what you'd call a good person. I snuck out of my room early that morning and crept down into the basement of the manor I refused to call home. For the past few months, I had been trying to teach myself how to fight. Learning how to fight like this was very hard, and it would also put me in a lot of trouble if my parents found out. Unfortunately though I wasn't very good yet, though to be fair, I was a ten years old trying to teach myself how to fight. I spent about what was probably 2 hours testing myself and leaving me super sore when I heard my parents magical alarm click yelling. Spooked, I started running up the stairs so I could act like I had just woken up, which to be honest wasn't hard. The only good thing I could say about my life really was that lord voldemort was gone for good. I came in to see our super overworked house elf lila making breakfast, and decided to help. It's not that I feel bad, I don't know why you would think that. At was just that I seem to have a back for cooking, and I didn't want it to take forever. When mom and dad came in for brekfast, I tried to ignore it since none of it interested me, but they did say Harry Potter would be coming to hogwarts. However, an owl came in the middle of breakfast and my parents were delighted when they saw it came from hogwarts. It seemed like I would have to get used to people insulting muggleborns and kiss up to Malfoy on a daily basis. I was already dreading it. I knew there was not way I would be sorted in anything but slytherin. My parents seemed to think so, and they were already planning to fit me for robes. I much preferred the color red though, red and black. I did my best to drown out the news that apparently Malfoy was excepted too. Having to put up with Malfoy for 7 years wasn't my idea of fun. However, my parents said they were taking me to Diagon alley tomorrow, and I was looking forward to checking out books on curses that would teach Malfoy to stay away from me.
