The Story Of Hayley Potter And Alexia Black
1755
Dear Diary,
Today I met a new girl, she’s a part of my Tudor group, her name is Alexia Black, and she acts very regal. She says that she is the descendant of Salazar Slytherin herself, which I don’t think is very special because I heard Cousin Frankie saying that we were related to Godric Gryffindor. I’ve heard stories of Slytherin and Gryffindor being friends and I do hope that I can grow close to Alexia. She seems harsh on the outside, but I can tell that she’ll be a lot more interesting. She’s very pretty as well, Gorgeous long dark hair and pale skin, I so do wish I had hair like hers instead of my red ringlets. My brother, Rhys, who is more like a bother than a brother, always tugs on my ringlets which I hate because Mother says that’s how they lose their shape. Anyways, I’ve got to go, I’m behind on my embroidery work and must make haste to catch up.
Talk to you tomorrow,
Hayley Potter
Dear Diary,
I started a new Tudor group today. I didn’t like anyone there, and one of the redhead girls gave me a strange glare when I said I was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. She’s just jealous, that’s what Maman says anyway. I saw the girl later with her brother I believe. He was pulling on her curls which is terrible for the curl pattern, by the way. She didn’t seem outwardly bothered. She obviously doesn’t care for her appearance. I refuse to spend another second thinking about her.
Goodnight,
Alexia Black
Dear Diary,
I spoke to Alexia today; her voice is sweet and like honey. We have many common interests; we both enjoy reading and believe that engaged marriages are a waste of time. I got a funny feeling in my tummy around her, like a hummingbird had been set loose inside of me and won’t stop fluttering, it was like when I met Damian Zabini, who is a very sweet boy who is also in my Tudor group. He’s very handsome and I hear many girls whispering about how they want to marry him one day. I finished my embroidery; Mother liked it so much that she means to hang it on the wall. When I mentioned that to Alexia, she said that the only thing her family hung on the wall were their house elves heads! My family hasn’t done that since I was a young girl, but I suppose people still do it. I’m not one to judge anyway. I’ve got to go now, I promised Rhys that I’d help him clear out his wardrobe. Father says that he’s at marrying age and has to act more mature so they can find a family that is willing to wed their daughter to him. I think its preposterous that he must get married at 17 but I digress.
Talk to you tomorrow,
Hayley Potter
Dear Diary,
Alright, I suppose the redhead girl isn’t too bad. We share many interests such as embroidery and reading. She too doesn’t believe in arranged marriages. She told me how her mother likes to put her embroidery on display, which I think is absurd. The only thing Maman displays are our old house elves heads, Hayley, who is the redhead girl, says that its an outdated tradition, but I don’t really care. Hayley is pretty, she told me about how she hated her red ringlets and freckles, but I think they’re nice, like little constellations all over her nose. Oh my goodness, speaking of constellations I have astrology homework. Got to go!
Goodnight,
Alexia Black
1756
Dear Diary,
Today I kissed Alexia. We were sitting in the forest, our knees knocking together, her hand in mine, and I just did it. I brought my lips to hers and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She pulled away but went back in a second later. We stayed like that for a while before she pulled back. She told me that it was wrong, that she couldn’t do that. I felt the stir in my heart dissipate with her words. Alexia left, she stood up and was gone. I ruined our friendship, but I do wonder why she kissed me if she believed it was wrong. Maybe for a second she though how good it could be. I went home and cried, I told Mother it was because we had had an argument, she believed me. I’m sure that I’ve never felt this heartbroken. It’s like I can’t breathe, like theres a hole in my heart where she should be.
Talk to you tomorrow,
Hayley Potter
Dear Diary,
I miss my Hayley, she hasn’t spoken to me since we kissed. I suppose that was my fault. I yelled at her after we shared the kiss, I got scared. I went to her house today but her mother said that she didn’t wish to speak to me. I cried into Maman’s arms. She didn’t understand. I told her that I had made a mistake, one that I couldn’t recover from, that my heart was broken. She reassured me, said that she’d find me a husband. Maybe that’s what I need, to get married and leave this town and forget about her.
Goodnight,
Alexia Black
Dear Diary,
Today was Rhys wedding…he married Alexia. I watched the wedding, it was beautiful and extravagant but I could tell that neither of them wanted this, Alexia had a look in her eyes when she said her vows. Rhys was staring at the exit the whole time, like he was planning on making an escape. My heart hurts again, I feel betrayed, but I know that neither of them can help it. Mother says that I have to marry within the next year, I’m 15, I don’t want to marry, but I might as well. Love is stupid anyway. I didn’t get to speak to Alexia but I did leave her a gift, a small necklace, the legend says it once belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself, I figured she should get it. Its pretty, a small locket with a snake engraved in it. I left it on the table, neatly wrapped in paper and twine, no note, no letter, nothing besides the words, ‘in another life’.
Talk to you tomorrow,
Hayley Potter
Dear Diary,
I got married today…I married Rhys, yes as in Hayleys brother. I didn’t wish to marry him, and I know he felt the same. It would be a loveless marriage but one to hopefully bring together two opposing families. Hayley left me a gift, I know it was from her. A locket, once belonging to Salazar Slytherin. She had told me about it once. You won’t get a goodnight, this evening. I mean to destroy this book. I will bury it by the tree in a box, hoping that one day, someone in the far, far future can read this and know how I feel.
Goodbye,
Alexia Potter
(I’ve always wished that I’d bare this last name, but not in the circumstance)
1757
Dear Diary,
Today I got married. I can’t believe those words came out of my mouth. I wore a lovely white dress that was once my mothers. I said my vows, and I kissed the man. Alexia was there, she was standing next to Rhys, a look of longing in her eyes. We locked gazes for a second. I wish things had turned out differently, I wish we could have been together. I feel so young, I feel like one of the girls from my Tudor group, whispering and gossiping about cute boys. I won’t be able to talk to you again, I’m moving in with my husband and I suspect he will go through my belongings, and I can’t let him see this, I’m going to bury it, down by the tree where we shared our kiss. Thank you for listening to me for these years.
Goodbye,
Hayley Zabini
(Yes, I married Damain)