Disclaimer: These diary entries are of my pure imagination but I expect
that this idea has been used before so I apologize to any authors that have
used it. All the characters belong to the fantastic J K Rowling. So please
don't sue, I have no money!
Author's Note: I was going to write this as a series of anonymous entries from different characters. Please review and tell me if I should carry on but don't reveal the characters true identity on the review as it may spoil it for other people. All views are welcome. You may also email me with who you think it is. It might be hard!
Can you guess who this may be? The answer may surprise you!
Dear Diary
Why does this always happen to me? I always fall in love with the worst people ever. Well, that is what my Dad would say. But he shouldn't be telling me what to do. He is not the sweetest rose. He has more prickles than petals and so cold I think he will make hell have an ice age when he finally cops it. That is if he ever dies. He is like a walking zombie! The worrying thing is a part of me wants to become him. To have the power and dignity that he has. To walk through a room and people cower in my wake. Of course I respect him and adore him like every doting child does the same to their father. But I think he has it all wrong! I love this guy more than anyone ever and even my father cannot stop me from loving him. I just cannot get him out of my head. Everything about him makes me tingle inside like some wobbly jelly. His elegant and certain stride. His black hair that flops gallantly as he walks to back of the classroom. The way that every wizard in the world respects him. He is all my thoughts and dreams combined in one dreamboat that can overcome any storm in his path. I have tried my hardest to follow his every movement but he is becoming ever harder to follow without certain people getting suspicious. I wish he felt the same way but is evident that he never will. The reason he goes to the back of the classroom is to avoid my cold stare. When I turn around to catch a glimpse of his beautiful profile all I get from him is a glare. A glare so powerful it cuts my heart in two. A glare that makes me feel like a piece of scum. A glare that stops my heart pounding and fills my body with hatred of myself. I wish he knew that it was all a disguise. If only he had chosen the right path. But I know this is all a fantasy. He will never be mine. How could Harry ever love a fire-breathing dragon like me? It pains me to write this down but I know these are my true feelings and the longer I deny it the more it will hurt. My whole world has been consumed by the love I have for Harry and you are the only thing I can express it in.
Thank You,
xxx
Author's Note: I was going to write this as a series of anonymous entries from different characters. Please review and tell me if I should carry on but don't reveal the characters true identity on the review as it may spoil it for other people. All views are welcome. You may also email me with who you think it is. It might be hard!
Can you guess who this may be? The answer may surprise you!
Dear Diary
Why does this always happen to me? I always fall in love with the worst people ever. Well, that is what my Dad would say. But he shouldn't be telling me what to do. He is not the sweetest rose. He has more prickles than petals and so cold I think he will make hell have an ice age when he finally cops it. That is if he ever dies. He is like a walking zombie! The worrying thing is a part of me wants to become him. To have the power and dignity that he has. To walk through a room and people cower in my wake. Of course I respect him and adore him like every doting child does the same to their father. But I think he has it all wrong! I love this guy more than anyone ever and even my father cannot stop me from loving him. I just cannot get him out of my head. Everything about him makes me tingle inside like some wobbly jelly. His elegant and certain stride. His black hair that flops gallantly as he walks to back of the classroom. The way that every wizard in the world respects him. He is all my thoughts and dreams combined in one dreamboat that can overcome any storm in his path. I have tried my hardest to follow his every movement but he is becoming ever harder to follow without certain people getting suspicious. I wish he felt the same way but is evident that he never will. The reason he goes to the back of the classroom is to avoid my cold stare. When I turn around to catch a glimpse of his beautiful profile all I get from him is a glare. A glare so powerful it cuts my heart in two. A glare that makes me feel like a piece of scum. A glare that stops my heart pounding and fills my body with hatred of myself. I wish he knew that it was all a disguise. If only he had chosen the right path. But I know this is all a fantasy. He will never be mine. How could Harry ever love a fire-breathing dragon like me? It pains me to write this down but I know these are my true feelings and the longer I deny it the more it will hurt. My whole world has been consumed by the love I have for Harry and you are the only thing I can express it in.
Thank You,
xxx