Summary: Magical or non-magical, human or merely humanoid, everyone has someone they look up to. Merlin was the greatest wizard in the world, and great wizards are very knowledgeable. So who better to ask questions to when your parents don't know the answers? A look at a child's life through diary entries. This takes place after the war, is canon-compliant, is not compliant with How to End the World, and the child is the same age as Rose Weasley and Albus Potter.

Disclaimer: All of you realize that I am not J.K. Rowling satisfying readers by writing fanfiction. No duh, she's much better than me! However, there is this insanely stupid person who likes to stalk us. This person is called Law and has a brain the size of a pea. Unfortuately, to satisfy Law, I have to point out that I am not J.K. Rowling, I do not want to be J.K. Rowling, and that I am not trying to be J.K. Rowling. I must also point out that only one person owns the rights to the Harry Potter books and that if you take the converse of that biconditional, I must therefore NOT own the rights to the Harry Potter books. Are you satisfied now, Law?

May 2nd, 2014

Dear Merlin,

I did my first magic today! Danny pushed me into the rosebushes and I bounced off! He finally will stop saying I'm a Squib. Daddy gave me this diary to reward me. I'm going to write all my letters to you in here. You see, I ask Daddy and Mummy lots of questions but they never know the answers and tell me I'm being silly. Maybe I'm silly, but I really want to know! Mummy says that you are the greatest wizard in the world and Daddy tells me great people are really knowlegable, so that means you know the most in the whole wide world!

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry, Daddy calls me his "little runaway n-jin", whatever that is. Daddy says strange things like that. Mummy says that's because he's a Muggle. Anyways, my name is Julia Dare but you can call me Julie, everyone does. I'm 7, so it's really about time for me to do magic. I've been waiting for ages though. Mummy says I'm too impaishent (I remembered the i!). I have an older brother named Daniel but nobody calls him that they call him Danny. He's already 11. Then my little brother Davy short for David is 6. He's real mischivious. And finally Rachel whose only 2 and is really cute but really annoying.

My Daddy's name is Robert and he's an English professor at a college, which I think is a school for boring kids but I'm not sure. Mummy's name is Madeline and she works for the Ministry like everybody else. Daddy calls her Lina. She has a sister named Juliana and I'm named after her. Rachel is named after Daddy's sister. Danny and Davy are named after Grandpa and Gramps. I have a few cousins too. Maddie already goes to Hogwarts and she's older than Danny. Her sister Addie is a year younger than me and we play together often. On Daddy's side there's Charles' sons Tony and Andy who are both three and Aunt Rachel's daughter Kitty whose my age. We have a really big family.

I'll tell you more tomorrow. Danny's trying to peek over my shoulder.

Signing off,

Julie Dare

PS. That is how you end a letter, right?

Just a little bunny bouncing in my head insistently and flashing the sign at me: "Idea coming through, idea coming through, make way for the idea!" So I obeyed. Who wouldn't when there was a BUNNY? So cute...anyways, yeah.

No real plot, will be continued whenever the bunny reaches the other side of my brain. That usually takes a while because my brain is rather crowded from my stalker dropping boxes all over the place, making it hard to navigate.

Can somebody help me? I realize the grammer and spelling is way too good for a 7-year-old, even one whose dad is an English professor?