#starfishshiftz

2 . ) Yule Ball

Occurs every year. I’ve seen others script this in, but I love dancing and don’t want to wait years for the Triwizard Tournament to happen—which brings me to my next change.

3 . ) Triwizard Tournament

TRIwizard Tournament means three wizards from each school attending plays.

4 . ) Common Rooms

There are mini convenience store-like areas in each common room so students can get small snacks like water, coffee, or hand held pastries without going all the way to the Great Hall.

2-4 students get their own dorms with a bathroom, sitting room, and separate bedrooms, like mini apartments. Each one is different to fit the amount of students in said dorm. It all fits through magic like the tents at the Quidditch Cup.

5 . ) Hogsmeade

Really large and there are tons of restaurants and muggle themed restaurants.

Good spas, hair salons, and nail salons.

Tons of small businesses, indie shops, thrift stores, and Muggle bookstores. There’s a Build-a-Bear with every single animal in stock, a Bath and Body Works, an ULTA and Sephora (combined). These shops have different names to fit the Wizarding World.

Hogwarts students can work for extra credit and/or money depending on the job.

Tattoo and piercing shop.

Hogsmeade has a huge fair with every ride imaginable every second weekend of the month. All the rides are safe! The fair is free to attend. Food is relatively cheap, and the games are easy to win.

Huge cottage village students can rent after 4th year to live off-campus and get more independence. There are also apartments they can rent instead. They’re really nice buildings and affordable.

Boutiques to supply clothes for the dances and events.

Hogsmeade is home to a beautiful 20th century theatre that Hogwarts Theatre performs in.

6 . ) Voldemort

Don’t get me started on this dweeb… I wasn’t about to shift to a reality where this guy is strong. He wraps around me second year, but that was because I was weaker than I am now. He ain’t SHIT! This is exactly what we scripted:

- Voldemort is not a very strong villain, and he’s not smart either. The only reason he succeeded up until the Battle of Hogwarts was pure luck. Harry Potter is able to defeat Voldemort.

- His followers aren’t excruciatingly loyal. Maybe a select few, but they’re weak minded. Voldemorts plans are predictable. Laughable, even. His spells are easily blocked and half-way thought out. His intention may be powerful, but his mind is not. He was more powerful before he let himself drown in it. Now he’s an elderly, self absorbed fool who can’t fight his own battles. He has others do it for him, and they’re not good either.

- This explains why Peter Petigrews attempt at a killing curse backfired when trying to kill Cedric. He waved his wand wrong and tripped on his tongue, casting a human transfiguration spell. His followers are weak minded. Lazy. Lacking. (Cedric is my S/O. When he ‘died’ he was transformed to a vampire and we eventually save him from that, too.)

7 . ) Quidditch

We have cheerleaders and scrimmage games!

8 . ) Time

There are 36 hours in a day.

Morning A.M | Mid-Day M.M | Evening P.M

| 00:00 | 12:00 | 24:00 |

| 01:00 | 13:00 | 25:00 |

| 02:00 | 14:00 | 26:00 |

| 03:00 | 15:00 | 27:00 |

| 04:00 | 16:00 | 28:00 |

| 05:00 | 17:00 | 29:00 |

| 06:00 | 18:00 | 30:00 |

| ☀️ 07:00 | 19:00 | 🌕 31:00 |

| 08:00 | 20:00 | 32:00 |

| 09:00 | 21:00 | 33:00 |

| 10:00 | 22:00 | 34:00 |

| 11:00 | 23:00 | 35:00 |

9 . ) Classes

Electives exist because papa needs fun classes. Ceramics, theatre, and even muggle classes like science and math if you so choose to partake in them.

10 . ) Theatre

Officially, I met Harry on the express. Being 15, I was OVERLY excited about it. Planned every possible first meeting, which happened to be me bubbling with joy and Ron having to calm me down.

I had an orange, sparkly clipboard, checking off sights Dad gave me to look for on the ride. Every time I saw a dragon—checkmarks the spot. Made mental notes of wanting to ride one. Harry was enthralled, too, but eventually I rid of the clipboard and asked him nonstop questions.

Safe to say he was annoyed, but couldn’t walk away, so he endured my torture.

Ron Weasley:

I grew up next to the Weasley and Diggory’s!

He was a 15 minute walk from my house. Since we lived in the fieldy part of Dublin, and neighbors are sprawled out, we were bound to become friends. Speaking of, it helped Dad happened to befriend everyone being a Hogwarts professor and knowing the Weasley’s from school. When Mr. and Mrs. came for tea, their children would, too.

Ron and I bonded over mud pies and our hatred of spiders.

Hermione Granger:

She interrupted/saved Harry’s yap session by wondering about Neville’s toad.

While doing so, I (finally) noticed his broken glasses. We helped fix them together, then got to talking, only to immediately get along. I was dead set on dorming with my sister, Rose, but we agreed if it didn’t work out and we got the same house, we’d dorm together (which we did.)

I had to be stopped, and I realized that now.

There was something dark inside of me. I let the diary in and I wanted rid of it, but was it too late? I tried everything: drowning the leather bound in a toilet, tossing it to the Dark Forest. It always came back. I left it on my bedside table once. It apparated in my bag—“What is happening?” I sobbed into my palms. “Hermione, I’m so s-sorry.”

She didn’t respond.

Couldn’t.

I wrapped around her shoulders. The first hug I’d given in weeks. I pushed everyone away. Everyone. I sought for Tom’s comfort, when all Hermione wanted was her friend back.

“I’m going to help you,” I promised, sniffling. Wiped my eyes. Grabbed a quill and paper, then rushed to the kitchen island.

I’m sorry.

I wrote.

After today you won’t need to worry about me again.

- Sabrina

“There,” I murmured. Now they’d know who did it. Me. Not as if they suspected anyone else.

Months of ignoring Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s pleas to hang out. Months since I got kicked from the Quidditch team. Months ignoring Cedric, and longer since I’ve talked to Dad, my sister, or written to Da. My vision blurred thickly.

I opened the chamber, so I’d die closing it.

That was the only way.

Being past curfew, it was going to be difficult getting to the second floor. I hadn’t worried about Peeves or Prefects since getting the diary. Most days I spent locked away in my room, writing to Tom. Tom. Tom. All I could see was his writing. All I could feel was remorse.

“Forget it,” Ron grabbed Scabbers from the table. “It’s useless. If she doesn’t want to go, so be it, Harry. We’ll go.”

He shifted. “Fine,” Harry muttered. “Let’s go, Ron. Hermione.”

Hermione offered a sympathetic gaze before turning her back to me. I shrugged. “Maybe we’ll grab butter beers this weekend,” I offered, knowing I didn’t feel up for it. I missed him. Tom. I hadn’t written since third period. Before lunch. Granted, that was twenty minutes ago…

Enough.

I turned the corner, hiding behind a tapestry. Someone was coming. “Great,” I choked, covering my mouth to prevent hyperventilation. The tears guarded my eyes, protecting the shields as if they weren’t making things worse.

“Don’t move,” a smooth, powerful voice commanded. “What are you doing out past curfew?” Frozen behind the tapestry, he chuckled, noticing. Lifted the corner. Paused. “…Sabrina?”

“Cedric. Y-you can’t turn me in,” I begged. “I need to do this. You don’t understand—“

In an instant his arms slithered around my waist, pulling me tight. “You’re talking to me,” his lips brushed my shoulder. “You haven’t responded in ages… What’s the matter? Let me help—“

“Cedric,” my voice broke. “I’ve always loved you.”

“I love you, too,” he reassured, pulling back enough to look me in the eye. “That’s why, whatever you’re dealing with, I want to help.”

I shook my head. “No. I’ve loved you since we were kids,” I admitted. His eyes softened. “Since you made that horrible flower crown to fit in with us girls however many years ago,” I choked on laughter. “Since you walked from Hogwarts to Primary to assure I got home safely. Offered to hex Draco after he jokingly asked me out.”

“What are you saying?” He mustered, color draining from his face.

My gaze darted from his eyes to his mouth, licking the tear fallen down my lips. “I’m sorry I haven’t been there,” I whispered, cradling his cheek. “But I never stopped loving you.” Inhaled. “I’ll always only love you.”

He broke, tears glistening as his lips quivered. I kissed the tremor away, and he crushed into me. My legs lifted around his waist, back crashing against the wall. It was desperate. Reassuring. As if I’d disappear if he let go. “I thought I lost you,” his voice cracked. I swallowed his breath.

“You’ll never lose me,” I lied, pressing a hand to the left side of his chest. “I’ll always be here.” He kissed me again. Slower. Savoring the feel of me against him before letting me go.

“Does this mean…” he murmured, brushing my hair behind my ear.

Swiping my thumb across his lips, I whispered. “It doesn’t have to mean anything right now. I just wanted you to know.”

Cedric’s shoulders loosened, hands roaming my waist, grounding me. “Okay,” he nodded. Paused. “You haven’t told me why you’re out past curfew—“

“I needed to use the restroom, and… Hermione was hogging ours, so I came down here.”

His eyes crinkled with mirth. “You’re lying,” he kissed the forming wrinkles from my forehead. “You always tense before you do. Besides, common rooms have an extra restroom.”

“I can’t tell you,” my throat tightened.

“Don’t do that,” his lips ghosted over mine. “I just got you back. Don’t hide from me again.”

I clutched my wand, whispering. “I can’t let you stop me.” Biting tears, I created distance between us. “I have to do this, Ced.”

“Do what?” He tried coming closer, but I threatened him.

“I love you,” I said after casting a disillusionment charm. “But I have to go.”

He scrambled for me, but I kept running. His voice grew faint as I reached the girls restroom.

I’m coming.

I wrote in the diary, convincing Tom I was ready to complete the mission.

Let’s finish this.

Well done, Sabrina. Open me toward the sink.

I know parseltongue. Tell me what to say. I can do this, Tom.

Very well. See you soon, love.

So he told me what needed to be said. The sinks bursted, opening a slide-like window in the cold, stone floor. I clutched my wand and jumped in, slapping my mouth to prevent myself from screaming at the temperature difference and speed.

“Tom?” I shouted, groaning from the fall. “Tom, are you down here?”

No response.

My heart beat faster. It was different knowing I’d see him face to face. I used to be excited. Thrilled. I couldn’t wait to meet Tom—I thought I was in love with him. It wasn’t until I tried to rid of the diary I was free from the spell, but never from him. He crept on me. Tried to pull me under. Sometimes it felt like he would win.

Like now, wanting him to lead me with his voice. “Snap out of it,” I mustered, pulling myself together.

I was the strongest witch in my grade. I could defeat a diary. A man. I could overcome whatever this was. Bones laid at my feet, crunching as I walked toward the light. A part of me was excited. The part that was still wrapped around his image.

“Merlin,” I choked, noticing his figure at the end of the long hall. I could do this. I could destroy him. My wand tripped, and I darted, catching it before it fell. He laughed. Could he see me? I swallowed deeply.

“What’s the matter?” He asked as I got closer. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“You’re beautiful,” I choked. No, no, no. Tall. Dark eyes, dark hair. Sharp features. I wasn’t supposed to freeze. Or care. I gripped my wand. “I’ve been s-so excited to meet you,” tears swelled yet again.

A thin smile curled his lips. “I know,” he whispered, leaning in until the coldness of his presence was stifling. “And now, you are going to be very useful to me.” His fingers trailed like ice along my hairline. “Aren’t you?”

Once our eyes met, they never unlinked. Dark like spirals, they drew me in. “Yes,” I found myself saying, clutching his robes and dropping my wand in the process. “Whatever you need. Tell me. I’ll do it.”

“Lay down,” he murmured, lips against my ear.

I found the cleanest space, brushing the dirt and grime away before lying there on the ground. He loomed over me, eyes glittering with something I couldn’t quite place. Wasn’t he proud of me? “Tom,” I pouted. “Aren’t you going to say something?”

He bent down, smirking. “So obedient,” he said, tilting my chin back with the tip of my wand. “And to think... you walked into this Chamber with the noble intent of ending me.”

“What?” I flinched, shaking my head. That was ridiculous. “Why would I do that?”

“You wouldn’t remember, of course,” he whispered, leaning down until his cold breath fanned my skin. “The mind is such a fragile thing when I am finished with it. But do not worry, love... it will all be over very soon.”

I stretched. Wanted to wrap myself in his warmth. It was so cold, and everything was getting dark. I tried and tried, but couldn’t reach him. “Tom,” I whined, squeezing my eyes shut. I was fading away. “H-Hel—“

Darkness overflew me, and the world froze completely still.

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“Sabrina,” arms crowded. “Sabrina, Baby. Please wake up.”

I buried myself into somebodies shoulder, eyes fighting to readjust to the light. “Sabrina,” she collapsed tight around my waist, pulling me to her side. “Sabrina. I’m so sorry. I had no idea—“

“Rose,” I breathed, clinging tighter.

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes. It’s me. Rose. I-It’s gonna be all right—You’re gonna be okay.”

Cedric offered Harry his handkerchief, then held his embrace, cradling the boy after all he’d gone through, too. There was blood on his robe. My heart sank. “Tom,” I said, backing away. “He’s here. Tom Riddle. We have to leave.”

“I killed him,” Harry said, wiping his eyes after thanking Cedric. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” I broke down, clutching my knees to my chest. “I ruined everything. Our friendship. Our bond. Everything.”

Cedric leant, stroking my hair. “You didn’t ruin a thing,” he promised.

“Voldemort,” Harry consoled and I flinched. “Tom Marvolo Riddle was Voldemort. Look! Him and the basilisk. It wasn’t your fault.”

His face was red. Hardly able to contain himself. I used Cedric’s shoulder as leverage, then threw my arms around Harry. “Thank you,” I whispered and he broke.

“I thought we lost you,” he sobbed. “You’re—You’re like a sister to me, Sab. The only family I have. I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t,” I told him, and for the first time it felt true. “Not now, not ever.”

Rose got up, helping me as I backed away from Harry. “Don’t go falling for another concussion,” she smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. I held her hand with a gentle squeeze.

“Here,” Cedric carefully slid behind me. “Allow me.”

My heart still ached from betrayal I knew I put them through, but that didn’t stop me from leaning against him. I felt so weak. Like the past year blurred and took away my life. “McGonagall—“ I mustered. “I’m gonna be expelled—“

“No, you won’t,” Cedric and Harry agreed, then Cedric said. “Grab the diary and her wand, Harry. We’ll prove to McGonagall why she shouldn’t be expelled.”

“I can talk to her, too,” Rose pitched in. “We won’t allow this to happen, Sab. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

Weakly, I nodded, leaning against Cedric. “…Thank you,” I knew I didn’t deserve their kindness. Let alone their help. I should be expelled. To face the consequences of my actions. But their actions made me feel otherwise.

On the way back, Harry blabbered about the girl who replaced me on the field, hoping to distract me from lingering thoughts of the diary. Cedric chimed in. He knocked her off her broom once during a match. An accident, but still hilarious. It wasn’t solely helping me, but Rose, too, who I clung to like a baby.

The first thing they did was take me to the informatory, where I rested for days. McGonagall didn’t expel me, though I had to tell her exactly where I found the diary, and eventually all I could remember with her highly recommending therapeutic treatment.

I couldn’t be more grateful for my friends.