The Diary of Harry Potter

Entry 1:

Dear Diary,

Another birthday, another day.  My ninth birthday. 

This year, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia gave me a ball of lint and this diary of Dudley's.  He never even used it, the fat pig, and he left it out in the rain… But I'm still happy, diary.  Even though your pages are yellowed and I had to sneak this pen from Uncle Vernon's desk, you're the best present I've ever had.

I don't have any friends, because of how Dudley is at school, so maybe, just maybe, you can be my friend.

Even if you don't talk back, I can talk to you, and I know that you'll always be here.  Not a true friend, but the closest to one I can get right now…

Well, time for bed.  Bye for now, friend.