I am taking a little break in between The Story of Tom Riddle and my programming passion

I will only do a few chapters on this story

Thanks to J.K. Rowling for being my inspiration

Living with Harry: A Journal

"Hey Harry," I yelled. "Come on wake up!"

Well I should probably explain the background story first. All of you know Harry Potter as the boy who lived. Well I know him as my co-worker. Hi, my name is Tom (no not Tom Riddle, Tom White). I live and work with Harry. We are both inter-Aurors. That mean we are training to be Aurors. In the wizard world, training just is a fancy word for working with someone else. So until I graduate, I have to fight crime with famous old Harry. But I am not complaining. I mean, next to Ron, I am Harry's best friend. We fight crime, hunt for girls, and have fun. We are the complete package.

Well enough about the fabulous Harry, let's talk about me. I am Tom White. Unlike Harry, I am not British. I was born in the fabulous LA, CA. But I studied magic at Contday, in New York. But I am all American. I love NY City and LA (but when it comes to sports, you got to go for the Lakers).

I came to London to work as an Auror. I would've been an Auror in LA, but I had a scandal (long story, no time). But luckily London accepted me. But I am stuck with Harry here. So I am cool with the #1 most loved guy. We have many adventures in London. Except, I dream one day that I could go back to LA or NYC. But I would love to take Harry. Until that happens, were here chilling.

"Wake up you bloody bastard." I cussed.

"Wow, since when did you start using British cussing words," said Harry.

"Well I have been living with the #1 bad language person in all of Britain."

We both laughed at the same time.

"So what's on your mind?" Harry said.

"I'd say we go to Backin St. and hit on some girls."

"Don't you want to get breakfast first?"

"Let's see, breakfast or drowsy girls."

"I see your point."

With that said, we both rush out to Backin St.

Backin St. is the most beautiful place you have ever seen. It has floating gardens which shower you with dew from flowers. The stores are designed to please even to blind, literally. They use bright colors, real diamonds, and the roads. The roads have little pebbles of gold in them. The sidewalk is engraved with rubies. It is like heaven in London.

We went into a bunch of the stores. I bought a new broom, Golden Fletcher. Harry bought some apple. But as we were going to the next store, Harry looked at the girl passing by. He said something:

"Ginnny?"