July 12th

I heard one of the strangest yet most intriguing song I think my ears have ever had the pleasure of listening to. I am not sure who sang it or where they got the idea, but it has been in my head since I heard it, and I can't get the word's out of my head!

You know I never,
I never seen you cast so good!
You never act the way you should!
But I like it,
And I know you like it too
The way that I cast too!
I gotta see it,
Oh yes, I do

You know I never
I never ever stay out late
You know that I can hardly wait
Just to see you
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
You gotta charm me

Cuz baby we'll be,
in the night sky, on my firebolt,
within the forest, alone, forbidden to all,
in the dungeons, not chained on the wall,
and baby, cast a charm on me!

You know I call you, I call you on the floo network
I'm hoping that you just wont lurk
So I can see you!
When you wave that wand towards me,
And whisper so softly,
I cannot fight it!

Cuz baby we'll be,
in the night sky, on my firebolt,
within the forest, alone, forbidden to all,
in the dungeons, not chained on the wall,
and baby, cast a charm on me!

I smile when I think about all the kids that might hear this song and get the wrong idea about it, but it was a sort of love song with a rock tune. I don't think I would have sung it for her... but then again, she wasn't who I thought she was, yet she is still in my mind... I wish there were songs that could make me forget her....

(Not a journal but it does show events that have happened to Alistair, and I didn't know where to post it.)

I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word.

The dreary and cold rain fell hard on the rooftops of London, where Alistair looked down upon the city under his protection from dark wizards. The rain did not bother him beyond the cold clothing against his flesh, but that would not deter his view as he kept an eye on his team attempting to rustle out the dark wizard they were after. It was at this moment that Alistair felt his strongest, and most confident, the calm before the storm, thinking that everything was under his control almost. In his mind he knew he would be doing this forever...

Now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own.

It was time to get up, and he didn't want to wake his slumbering roommate, so Alistair stealthily snuck out of his bed and moved to get changed, slipping on his almost trademark leisure suit, rolling up the sleeves to get ready for a hard day. When he thought about 'her' when he woke up he knew that his day was going to be tough. Once he made his long trek from the Gamekeeper's hut to the Castle he grabbed a cleaning broom and began to sweep the halls connected to the outside before the students were even awake. His hands gripped the broom handle harder than usually this day...

I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes.

Alistair had chased down Torin Stellar, a remarkable agile and swift dark wizard who after twelve block of running was infuriated that the Auror was still on his tail and not looking the least bit tired as he himself was. Torin attempted to turn around to point his wand at Alistair, but it was tossed out of his hand as Alistair had been risking his run with his hand in his hand the entire time. Torin backed up against a wall knowing he was defeated as Alistair closed in and held up his wand, looking the man in the eye and knowing he had won their little race.

Listen as the crowd would sing, "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

The students of Professor Blair's Care for Magical Creatures cheered excitedly as the Gamekeeper with his arms around the Graphorn they were studying tried to wrestle it down after a student though it would try to touch it's horns. Alistair knew spells wouldn't work as well on the creature so he thought that physical force might prove a better choice. In a few minutes he would learn that it probably wasn't a good idea to try this alone....

One minute I held the key next the walls were closed on me, and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.

Alistair dropped to his knees in the second floor of the house he had just entered to try and stop a dark wizard from killing the inhabitants. He had been too late and he paid for that price in blood, though even though it was not his own he was starting to wish it had been. His body was paralyzed, but not from any spell, or curse, but from what he had just done and what he had just saw out the broken window in front of him. He did not know at this time that this scene would haunt him as long as he lived, but right now he couldn't feel anything anyways. No hurt could fill the man that had just lost his heart.

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain, once you were gone there was never, never an honest word. And that was when I ruled the world.

Alistair couldn't help but think of his past while sat on the balcony of one of the many towers at Hogwarts, looking down on the grounds that he kept. Being alone like this allowed him a chance to really think about his situation, and he did not have to hide the pain he felt on the inside for what he had done. Maybe he should have taken the help offered by his friends the last days he worked as an Auror, but at that point all he wanted was to be left alone... Was that a mistake?

It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in!

Two men on broomsticks zoomed through the sky, beads of coloured lights shooting from their wands at each other as the chase progress. Alistair's teammates Fey and Minotaur were on their way, but the Auror knew they were closing into the dark wizard's hideout where he would get his own backup he suspected. The dark wizard dipped down sharply and flew into a window, rolling and pointing his wand towards the window expecting Alistair to follow, alerting his two comrades of the approaching Auror. Suddenly the wall to their side exploded with a massive force and Alistair jumping in rolling on the ground and swiftly disabling the three while rolling to a stop on his knees. By the time he stood up and wiped the dust off his leisure suit Fey and Minotaur had arrived and shook their heads smiling at him, which he gave his normal response to. "...What? There wasn't a door on that wall."

Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become.

The other Aurors were astounded by the magnitude of this young man's force of personality, especially since from what they read about his attitude at Hogwarts they were expecting him to shy away from their harsh training. Alistair would not give this chance to become something special so easily, and now he truly understood why the sorting hat put him in Gryffindor. He was born for this kind of excitement!

Revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate.

Alistair sat at his desk in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, with his feet up on his desk, leaning back on his chair with his eyes staring up at the ceiling. Everyone else seemed to be running around frantically doing their job, or sitting straight up at their desks like good little suits, but he was different from them. But he had the same worries though he knew not to let them bother him. It would have been maddening to think of how many dark wizard's would like nothing more than to have Alistair's head on a platter for them to have their revenge for ruin their lives. That was the real thing that bugged him, and there was nothing he could do about it being a lowly grunt.

Just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king?

The commonplace yelling and screaming as of late could be heard in the Chief of Magical Law Enforcement's office, as Alistair had once again brought in another dark wizard almost straight out of Hogwarts. As usual the Auror was trying to spare the young person's life, trying to convince his superior officer that they shouldn't just send them to Azkaban to completely ruin their life, and that there should be some way they could help them. As always it ended with Alistair opening the door and slamming it shut, walking out in a quickly buried rage. When someone tried to approach him all he could do was grimace and say what he always did. "GOOD JOB Alistair, go out and catch more of these young punks so we can ruin their lives too!" It wasn't all adventure and excitement being an Auror, and Alistair was starting to learn that to his dismay.

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name, never an honest word. But that was when I ruled the world.

Alistair stepped off the Hogwarts Express for the first time in seven years and the wind blew through his hair and his Gryffindor scarf he wore over the collar of his leisure suit. A wind of change perhaps is what first came to his mind. He was glad to have something to do instead of just sit in his apartment all day thinking of what he should be doing. It was a miracle that he was asked to come here and become the Gamekeeper for Hogwarts and a dream come true. If he hadn't become an Auror he would have wanted to come back here to his favourite place he could remember. This time, though, he would not keep to himself and lose out on meeting new people, since he wanted to get to know who he was working with and for. This was also perfect for him since he could keep an eye on the students to make sure that not other kids fresh from school were ever forced to be sent to Azkaban. He was going to try his best to help where he could, and keep the grounds safe and clean. He looked at Hogsmeade once before taking the path to the school, feeling like walking there instead of sending for a carriage. This was the start of a beautiful adventure!