Author: LadyJewel
Author's Note: Just so you know this is my first actual fanfic post. A fanfic! Isn't it amazing?! If anything is inconsistent, so sorry, I simply can't measure up to your knowledge. I've tried to remain true to Miss Rowling's story. Comments are welcome and flames will be shared with my cousin for a good laugh. Lord knows we need it. Enjoy and keep in mind of whom you think it is writing this entry.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the Goddess-of-all-things-magical, J. K. Rowling and to Warner Bros. I'm borrowing them just for a wee bit and am making no money.
I saw him the first time when Professor McGonagall called him up for his sorting. I had already been sorted. Into Hufflepuff, I might add. Damn my stupid, kind heart. It seemed appropriate for me anyway. I wouldn't have done well in Slytherin or Ravenclaw. I'm not smart, cruel, or ambitious. Well, I guess I'm not brave either.
Ever since I had gotten on the Hogwarts Express at Platform Nine and Three-quarters, I heard that he was on board. Apparently, those born in the Wizarding World knew him well. They knew his past. I, born and raised in what they call the 'Muggle World', had not a clue who he was and what they were talking about. I didn't care, actually. I was too nervous and excited about going to Hogwarts. Which was the best wizarding school, I was told. I mean, I knew I had a strange aunt and uncle that like to wear robes, but I didn't think that they were a wizard and a witch.
Oh, great! I'm babbling, again. That's something I'm trying to cut down on.
Now, Har he wasn't all that special looking. I mean, he looked like any of my peers stepping up to put on that big, ugly hat. I admit, I felt a little frightened at being in front of all those people. When Professor McGonagall called his name, the entire room took in a gasp, except for me. I was still sort of clueless.
When it called out Gryffindor, I wasn't all that surprised. I mean, he did defeat and almost kill Voldemort er… You-Know-Who.
Um. I gave away who I was talking about, didn't I? Oh well. Who else would it be? Ron Weasley? No thank you! Not my type.
It's the summer between my fourth and fifth year. Yeah, I'm sad Cedric Diggory died, but… I don't know. Sure he was a Hufflepuff, but I didn't like him that much. Hopefully, though, he died nobly. He was still a nice person.
Harry (Yes! There! I wrote it!) was distressed at Cedric's death. I wanted to comfort him. Just take him in my arms and hold him. I'm afraid, though, that I'm not good enough for him. He's got friends that'll take care of him instead of me.
I guess I'll just be glad enough to look at him from the sidelines. Watch him grow up. Become a man. See him graduate and marry.
I know, I'm hopeless. A crush on the one person I couldn't possible have. My friends and other students watch him as he lives, eats, and breathes. He's their hope. Their savior from the tyranny of Vol You-Know-Who.
He's also the most wonderful person. He has his faults. Like he draws danger to him like a magnet, but that makes him interesting. His parents are gone, and, from what I've heard, his aunt and uncle treat him like garbage. I'm swearing right now, just so you know. He likes to get into fights with Draco Malfoy and his gang, or, maybe, he has to. You know, defending his honor and all that. I've heard he writes up lies for Divination homework, but that's understandable. I do, too. Don't tell anyone.
Still, he's kind enough to say hello to me every once in a while. He helps me when I mess up in Herbology. I mess up a lot. More so than Neville Longbottom in the Potions' classroom. Harry's rather smart when he makes an effort. He's courageous and has a mean tongue. Maybe that's from living with his aunt and uncle. And from Draco Malfoy, too.
Be proud of me, though. I'm trying to find someone else to crush on. It might be difficult, but I'm doing this for myself. I don't want myself hurt and I don't want him to dislike me.
Harry, I hope you find someone who will love you. Be it female, male, or some other fey creature. You are surrounded by people who want you or want to bring you joy. Happiness.
I hope that I will find someone to love me as much as your godfather does. My parents don't pay much attention to me anymore. They've almost disowned me. And, yes, I know about your godfather. I won't tell you though. Just my diary and I know. You're not the only one who goes about at night. I hope that I well find someone to love me, and soon. Someone who will hold me and bring me laughter, calm, and happiness. Someone who will notice me and love me for who I am. Happy birthday, Harry.
A HufflepuffJuly 31
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