Mark Courtney if you are reading this which you probably are, I am sorry this journal isnt as long and took a while to arrive. Things have been chaotic. Nothing seems right anymore when I plan one thing it seems as if Saint Dane is one step ahead of me. Now I dont even know how I am going to stop him seeing that...well...I... uh... I am in Hogwarts. Yeah, you know the book Harry Potter, the dude with a wand, yeah I am here with them. Them meaning Harry and his little magical friends. You must think I am an idiot and must've gotten whacked on the head one to many times but its true! You see right after I stepped into the flume I shouted ,"ZAADA!" you know to pay a little visit to Loor, but as you can see the Flume must have thought I said Avada Kedavra, and landed me here. I'm even writing with a quill.
You ever wish that you could be along side a character from a book wishing that you could be with them, well be careful what you wish for. Sometimes I wonder if all this is a dream. I even pinch myself to make sure. Now my arm is swollen, but guess who was there to fix it up for me? Yeah you're right Madam Pomfrey herself. But lets no get to that yet let me start from the beginning .
As I said I was with you two saying goodbye and walking into the flume. I was planning to go visit Loor, to see how she is. I walked into the Flume and as you know shouted "Zaada" But thats not where I landed, but I didn't know that because I was to busy enjoying the ride, until I landed in front of a house. It was pretty wierd house compared to what I saw the last time I was on Zaada. It actually looked normal. I looked around it seamt as if I was back on Second Earth..but something didnt seem right. I mean where was the flume, wheres the door to the Flume the one with a star, How do I get back.Oh man. I looked around and I spotted a sign. I walked to it and guess what it said PRIVET DRIVE. I stood there. The name seamt pretty familiar, and it was because Privet Drive was exactly where Harry Potter himself lived. But at that time I didn't believe it. How can you travel inside a book? So I just sat there wondering what to do next. I decided to go see if this really was happening. I stood up hoping to see Voldemort walking around or something, you know to confirm that I wasn't insane. But of course why would the Dark Lord be walking around when the Ministry of Magic was looking for him. So what to do next, I planned on finding Harrys house. But the problem was i didn't know which one. I looked around, Number Two Privet Drive..no that didn't sound right...Number four Privet Drive...That's got to be it, if my memory served me correct. I slowly walked up to the house, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, totally forgetting Harry had three freakin' idiots living with him. And when the door opened to reveal them I wish I never knocked in the first place.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT BOY?" a big man shouted in my face. I most defenitely knew it was none other then Vernon Dursley, Harry's Uncle.
"Don't shout at the boy," a skinny women appeared behind him,"Are you lost ?' She asked. That must've been Aunt Petunia," If you are, there is an orphanage down the road.' she pointed.
Ha.Ha.Very funny. Not. Show some respect women.
"Um, no I was wondering if there is anyone by the name Harry here." I said trying to look as innocent as I possible could.
There faces turned to panic, "P-Potter?" They asked in unison,"How do you know him?"
I swear I saw the guy twitching.
Oh boy how do I know Harry.Well I can't say 'Oh Mr.Dursley you don't really exist your just a character out of a book' So I had to think of something quick , instead I replied,"Oh I am a friend from school."
Bad move. The moment those words came out of my mouth the Dursleys shut the door in my face. Way to treat a guest especially one that doesn't know where the hell he is. But do they have to shut the door in my face? I am only a kid. Sheesh. So why did they shut the door in my face? I bet Harry had loads of friends...okay maybe not. So what, I mean doesn't he have Ron and Hermes , wait I mean Hermione. Oh crap thats right, they all go to Hogwarts! NO wonder they shut the door in my face, they hate anything associated with magic. Thats when it hit me. I ran to the nearest tree and picked up a branch, one that was pretty straight and not the thick but thick enough, and I forwarded back to the house. I knocked again, only this time I had a plan in my head.
The door opened again, the instant I saw Vernon Durselys humongous face, I stuck the stick up infront of me,"I want to see Harry Potter." I said waving the stick around as if it was a wand.
Uncle Vernons face was turning red and his eyes looked as if they were shrinking into the back of his head,"P-POTTER!!!" he shouted,"D-dont use that thing near me, step back--- P-POTTER GET YOUR VERMIN LITTLE BUTT DOWN HERE BOY!!!"
I smiled, my little plan was working! I soon heard footsteps running down the stairs. Uncle Vernon moved out of the way, to let the boy pass. I expected Harry to look macho, you know after fighting Voldemort and everything but dude he was well, as Loor would put it Weak. His hair was going all over the place...did they make gell back then? Anyways he was wearing a maroon sweater with a regular pair of jeans. And there it was the scar. Let me say it again. There it was the SCAR. I think the second time put more effect on the word. I think he saw me staring so he covered it up, with his hair.
"Um, who are you?" He asked with his british accent. Well if we are in London I might as well throw the accent on as well.
"Im---" I never finished my sentence 'cause Uncle Vernon interupted,"WHO IS HE? WHO IS HE? HES ONE OF YOU LITTLE FRIENDS THATS WHO HE IS!!!"
"Friends? I don't even know the boy, and quit shouting." Harry was staring at me now.
"Ofcourse you do. I'm Bobby, Bobby Pendragon you know 6th year in ..uh...Gryffindor." I said remembering to put on the accent. I was stressing the 'ofcourse you do'. If that boy had any brains he'd understand.
"Gryffindor.." Harry was thinking now.
I made my eyes bigger pleading for him to go with my plan. Why is it that when I think of a plan someone has to ruin it.
"Oh Bobby!" Harry said,with a big smile but one hell of confused look.
"Yea harry old mate." I said trying to remember some of the things his friend Ron said. I bent over and gave him a hug and patted his back like I knew him since kindergarten.
"Come on in." Harry said. Boy, I bet he had some questions to ask.
Uncle Vernon stopped infront of me,"I will not allow some crack nut fool into my house," he was trying to block the entrance with his arms.
"Fine then I'll go out there." Harry pushed pass his uncle.
Uncle vernon pushed Harry out and closed the door.
We walked to a near by park both of us staring at one another. It was like we were playing the staring game. Only I was losing. He sat down on a swing I sat on a bench. Made me feel more sophisticated.
"You have some explaining to do, Bobby." he said staring at me.
"Um..." I paused, can I tell him about my traveling, I mean will he believe me?,"Im a traveler..." I said deciding to tell him. What the heck he's a book character he can't do anything to me.
"A what?" He asked, man, this was going to take a while, so I changed my mind. He doesn't need to know.
"I mean I am a transfer going to Hogwarts," I said , I'm getting pretty good at lying.
"Transfer from where?" He was staring at me suspiciously.
"Hungarian School for witchcraft and Wizardry." I replied with a slight nod trying to be convincing. I bet you are laughing at me now. But the thing is I wanted to make it sound like I was a macho kid coming from a macho school, so I said hungarian you know from Hungarian Horntail ,macho enough for me.
"Hungarian ?"Harry snickered,"Where is that?"
" Uh its a secret I can't tell." I said, this accent was getting pretty lame.
"So Bobby, why me?" Harry was asking way to many questions now.
"Because you're the famous Harry Potter!" I said.
What the heck is wrong with this boy. Does everyone in the freakin' world need to know everything about me? I mean seriously I already told him my name isn't that enough? Now he wants to know where I am from, what school I go to and blah blah blah, you know what to hell with these questions, I need answers and I need them now!
"So Harry do you know anywhere I can stay?I dont really know where I can stay" I asked. this was pretty embrassing.
"Uh yeah, do you want to come to my house, though I am pretty sure Uncle vernon and Petunia will have a fit, but who cares what they think anyways?" Harry said with a little smile.
"Thanks." I looked down and noticed what I was wearing. Oh boy this wasn't good. I had a cell phone in my pocket, I had a digital watch, and I was wearing Nikes. Did they have stuff like this here? I mean is this considered mixing territories. Is a book considered a territory? I hope Harry wasn't going to ask about my attire.
But knowing Harry he probably will. And he did
"Whats all that you're wearing." he was referring to my watch and shoes. Oh boy.
I looked at myself again,"Um sorry but I didn't bring a change of clothes." My macho plan was going downhill.
"Oh..um..." Harry was looking at me as if I was an idiot. I don't see any reason why he shouldn't,"You can borrow my clothes...I guess."
I was starting to like the guy.
"Thanks, man, I mean mate, it's pretty cold out here." I was hugging my knees, I hope Potter was getting the clue that I wanted to go in.
"Lets go in , " he offered standing up.
Smart kid , that Potter is one smart kid.
I followed Harry back to the house. I knew the instance I walked in all of hell would let lose. Harry lived in a quite neighborhood. It seamt pretty normal. I guess. As Harry walked back in I stepped in with caution, with my hands in fist, just incase I had to wrestle his little family off of me. But that didn't need to happen seeing that they were pressed up against the wall in fear. What the heck why are they so scared of witches and wizards? They aren't half bad compared to Quigs.
"Whats he doing here?" a very BIG boy asked. It was Dudley. Oh Wow. I can't contain my excitement.
"He will be staying with me until tomorrow." Harry said bringing out a stick, er..I mean wand.
"Oh okay a-anything you say ." Aunt Petunia was smiling a I-hate-you-but- since-you-have-a-wand-you-can-do-whatever smile.
I like that smile.
Harry smirked and led me to a his bedroom. Wasn't cool or anything but I could live with it. He walked to his wardrobe and handed me a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. As usual I kept my boxers on. I decided to keep my shoes on as well as for my cell and watch..i threw them away. I asked Harry where the bathroom was and changed in there. When I came out I found Harry waiting on his bed with a slice of cake. Cake, havent had that in a while.
I sat down and stared at the cake, I finally decided to eat it I mean how bad can cake in a book be. Pretty boring. Ha.Ha. Boring Book..okay never mind.
I finished the cake in ten minute. Was I really that hungry? Oh. How would you know YOU'RE NOT STUCK IN A BOOK.
Anyways after a while, I asked Harry for a piece of paper. Instead he handed me this parchment, and a quill. I began writing. While I was writing I noticed Harry was making a bed on the floor. Smart boy.
Harry sat on the bed watching me,"You know tomorrow I am going to the Weasleys, from there we are buying new school supplies. I hope you have yours."
I shook my head. This is so retarted. Some transfer I turned out to be.
Harry sighed,"Well then I guess you are coming with me."
Coming where with him. Oh right the Weasleys. THE WEASLEYS?! THOSE RED HEADED PEOPLE. WHERE RON LIVED? I hate this. I should've never became a traveler.So tomorrow I am going to the Weasleys. Whoopie. Once again I can't contain my happiness and joy.
I am sorry Mark and Courtney as you can see I am as freaked out about this and maybe if I get some sleep it'll all just be a dream and I'll find myself in Zaada. I'll write to you from the Weasleys...oh boy the weasleys..yay...not.Until then nighty night and Hobey Ho!
PS: Does this mean you can check me out at the library?