Little Lizzie [Live, Laugh, Love]

[Elizabeth Potter]

+ the diary of +
Elizabeth Lilian Potter
[Vivre, Rire, Amour]













Name:
Elizabeth Lilian Potter

Age:
17

Year:
Seventh

House:
Gryffindor

Birthday:
March 23^rd

Parents:
Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley

History:
Elizabeth was born to the famous Harry Potter and his blushing red-headed bride, Ginny Weasley. She was born into a peaceful, or more peaceful than it had been, time. Before her birth, her father had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the darkest wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort, and Ginny Weasley had cried herself to sleep many nights worrying about him. When the fateful prophecy had finally been fulfilled and Harry was back to full health, he took Ginny aside and proposed. She willingly accepted and fell into his arms, her eyes watery, this time from happiness.

Elizabeth's birth was one of the happiest moments of her parents' lives. They raised her with love and compassion and created an atmosphere that Harry was sure to make better than what he had grown up in. Eleven years later, her Hogwarts letter was received. She opened it anxiously, longing to see her name printed on that piece of parchment. After seeing, "Dear Miss Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Liz tossed the parchment onto the breakfast table and hugged her mother happily, disregarding the rest of the letter. They took her to Diagon Alley that day and bought her school supplies. On September 1^st, she waved goodbye to her parents one last time before stepping onto the scarlett steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express, thus beginning her magical education.

Bloodline:
Half-Blood

Appearance:
Elizabeth is not the tallest, but she is fairly tall, standing at 5' 8". She has long light brown hair and green eyes that she inherited from her grandmother Lily Evans Potter. She is slender and moves gracefully, you would not suspect her to be good at Quidditch from her appearance, but with her parentage, how could she not be?

Personality:
Elizabeth absolutely adores Quidditch and spends as much time as she can out on the Pitch. She is smart, but no smarter than anyone else, and she makes decent grades. She'd prefer Quidditch Captain to Head Girl any day, but was delighted to receive her prefect badge in her fifth year.

Liz is strong-willed, loyal and very brave, sticking up for anyone being put down and never letting anyone tell her off. She is disciplined, but isn't afraid to break a rule or two, as long as she doesn't get caught. She has a great capacity to love and when she does, she loves with her whole heart. She is fairly popular but she never thinks herself better than others, she has a way of seeing the beauty in other people just like her grandmother did. All of this makes her a great friend and she has many, but only a few are truly close to her.

[Elizabeth Potter]

Dear Diary,

I wish these pages could express the thoughts in my head without this quill in my hand. Sometimes, I don't feel like I can do my thoughts justice. I never was a talented writer after all. No, my talents lie elsewhere. Far beyond the torn pages in this silly little book. Well, it's not so silly is it? A diary is a place to keep your most innermost thoughts safe so that you can remember them later on once the grip of time has turned your small memories to dust. It's a place to keep yourself in, well not literally of course. But it's almost as if it's keeping a part of your soul. I'm not talking Tom Riddle's diary-turned-horcrux here, but something more. It's a part of you. What I'm trying to say is that a diary helps you remember what you were like at whatever age you wrote it. Like, when I read this, years down the road, I'll ask myself: Why on earth was I being so philosophical? And to be honest, I haven't got a clue.

So, this is my last and final year at Hogwarts. I have to say I'll miss it terribly. Fights with friends and broken romances, what's not to love? But there are better things, celebrations after Gryffindor Quidditch victories, the shocking news after receiving an A on a Potions final. There are some things money can't buy and for everything else there's-never mind. Oh, the silly fights and old boyfriends will be forgotten in a heartbeat I'm sure, but the years spent at this castle will be treasured for years down the road. I guess I am in a writing mood today. I don't write much to really know if I'm any good at it I suppose. I do read though, in my spare time. But only if it's raining, because otherwise I'm down at the Quidditch Pitch, sharpening my Seeker skills. My love for Quidditch is in the family, and has been for generations. My grandfather, James, loved it and my father simply adored it. As did my mother and nearly all of my uncles. It's a funny thing, how well loved a sport can be. But some sports require logic you know. It's not all fun and games. Speaking of fun and games, or not, I have an essay to finish up for Transfiguration. I promise to write soon.

love always, Elizabeth.

[Elizabeth Potter]

Dear Diary,

I headed down to the Quidditch Pitch after finishing up that aforementioned essay to get some practice in, you know. While I was there Kiera Williams walked in, holding a broomstick. I didn't even know she owned one. It was strange though, because almost every at this school knows she's absolutely terrified of flying. Anyway, she finally made it into the air and I for one was proud of her. I got a little practicing in and went back to the castle, stopping by the trophy room on my way to Gryffindor Tower. This time I was accompanied by a person I dislike quite a lot. It was, as you may have already guessed, Jaxxon Malfoy. We got into an argument about our parents, strange enough. It's strange that we still hold grudges based on our parents opinions of people. I must've gotten it from my father, he always hated Snape. I also think it's sad that Hermione and my dad are no longer friends. I suppose it's due to the fact that she married my dad's mortal enemy, but that's certainly no reason to dislike someone. Some things just can't be forgiven I guess, however unfortunate it may be. I better be going, people have started heading down to the Great Hall and I'm hungry myself. I'll write some more when something else interesting happens.

love always, Elizabeth.[/size]

[Elizabeth Potter]

Dear Diary,

Shudder. After I write this, you will again be questioning my sanity, which I'm sure happens every time I write but that's beside the point. The thing is, like many other students, I went to a professor's office last night to talk about an essay. Assuming the worst, I opened the door and took a seat as he asked. He then told me that my essay was the most well thought out and well written out of everyone else's. He said I have a talent for writing. I certainly never thought I did, but maybe I underestimated myself. Meanwhile, I was trying not to stare into his gorgeous brown eyes. I remember thinking about how handsome he was because I was not going to admit to myself that I thought a teacher was hot. Even if he was. Yes I know I can't be sane after that. But then, he stood up and walked closer to me. And you know my heart was beating a million miles per hour and I almost couldn't breathe. Maybe I was overreacting. So then, he puts his hand on my cheek (yes my face was Gryffindor Scarlett by now) and of all things to do, I put my hand on his and held it to my cheek while I put my other hand on his face. What was I thinking? Surely the world would end right then and there. But of course, ignoring every rule imaginable, it all continued. And I ended up making out with a professor (Potions professor I might add) on his desk and almost got caught by another teacher standing just outside the room. Even though it was wrong..it just felt so right. So sue me for having feelings for a teacher. I'm of age now, aren't I? I can do whatever I please. Now I'm off to class.

love, Elizabeth.

[Elizabeth Potter]

Dear Diary,

I couldn't sleep. I've been waking up on the hour, every hour, since I went to bed. Finally deciding to give up trying, I thought I'd write a little before finding a sleeping potion. The Start of Term Banquet started and I just couldn't get up the courage to go. I know David will be there, chaperoning most likely, and if I can't be seen dancing with him I'd rather not go. There's no one else I'd rather dance with. It scares me how much I like him when there's no way I can let anyone know about it. I was in the ballroom with him the other day, dancing and getting carried away. I was in the middle of a passionate kiss when Kiera walked in. Of all the times she had to pick to venture into the ballroom, it had to be the one time I was in there. I was glad it was a friend of mine who found out about us instead of someone else. I tried to get her not to tell anyone, but I had to admit I was worried at the time. For the next few days I was pretty sure no one had been told. But then I went to Hogsmeade and Ryan Lowe said he'd heard rumors about me and a teacher. I couldn't believe it. I thought I could trust her with the one secret that was the most important for her to keep for me. While I was shopping in Hogsmeade though, I bought a few bottles of this love potion. It doesn't make someone fall in love with you, but their face will turn pink if you love them or will love them. I thought it was cute and worth a shot. I also picked up a copy of Teen Witch to read. The magazine can be ridiculous, but it's always amusing. I think it's time for that sleeping potion now. Off to bed.

love, Elizabeth.