Disclaimer: As I am a simple person who does not own tons and tons of money, I must admit to being a plain American girl, and not JK Rowling. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter and the connected involved characters. Oh, well...
**Canon until post-Ootp. Then my imagination takes over.**
****In some of her practice essays, the italics become italicized bold. This is meant to be crossed out, but I can't get to allow crossed out words****
September 1, 1992
My name is Eileen Dunbar, and I am eleven years old, today. It is odd, writing in a diary, but I have never had a friend before, and I thought, when I went to Diagon Alley, that a diary would be a perfect way to spill all of my fears and horrors without actually making friends with anyone.
As I am writing this, I am on the Hogwarts Express – the train that will take me to my new school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Until a couple of weeks ago, I never believed in magic. I believed in facts, and science. Magic was fantasy, and fantasy is something that simply is a manifestation of nonexistence.
But then, in late August, a stern woman with auburn-grey hair came to the orphanage, and told me that I had been elected to go to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I didn't believe her.
Then, this woman, this Deputy Headmistress Professor McGonagall, broke all of the laws of science and turned my tissue box into a tortoise. Honestly. After that, it was like a whirlwind, off to a dingy place called The Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley, it seems, is like a Wizarding Mall, but about two hundred years out of date. I mean, honestly – cobblestone? Custom clothing with tape measures? GOLD COINS? What is this, the eighteenth century?
I got all of my supplies, along with extra books and Potions supplies aside from those on my list, and made myself a small vault from converted money transferred from money earned in the muggle world doing menial labor. I sure hope that Hogwarts lives up to expectations.
The actual Platform, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, is hidden behind the pillar between Platforms Nine and Ten. When I got through, I was stunned. Was it ever crowded!
After getting myself and my trunk onto the train, I found a nice compartment and took you out, diary. There is another girl writing in a diary that I saw while I was going to the loo; her name is something Weasley. Apparently, if a pureblooded witch or wizard has red hair, they're probably a Weasley. I don't have red hair.
I also caught a glimpse of a girl with bushy brown hair; she came through asking if I had seen a boy with black hair and glasses, with green eyes. I hadn't.
Hold on while I change into my robes.
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Right then. It feels odd, wearing robes. I plaited my hair while I was at it, and put on my lucky necklace. It's made out of paper clips and painted wooden beads. I xxxxxxxxx Never mind.
The girl with bushy hair just came in again, and asked if I saw the boy with black hair again. I still didn't. I feel bad; is her friend missing? She should use a Locator Charm; it's in the Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6, by Miranda Goshawk.
The train just stopped. I'll continue writing after the Sorting.
September 1, 1992
Well. What an interesting evening.
After we got out of the train, the first years, including me, all followed this really huge man named Hagrid. He's got a big black beard that covers almost his entire face, and I think that he might be part giant. Not that it really matters.
After walking a bit, we got into these boats that rowed themselves. I sat in a boat with this girl with straggly blonde hair named Luna, a boy named Colin, and another girl named Solstice.
Luna kept chattering about some flying machine she saw while on the train. She didn't seem to listen when I told her that cars don't fly.
Colin was all excited about hopefully meeting Harry Potter. Considering the way the boy was going on and on, I feel bad for Harry Potter. Talk about a terrible fan.
Solstice didn't talk much at all, except for mentioning that her parents had never let her outside before. I believe it. She looked paler than a ghost.
Speaking of ghosts, I saw a whole bunch of them! Apparently, it is quite common in the Wizarding World. Personally, I think that what people call ghosts are merely psychological imprints on the physical world of those who have passed on. Science.
The first of the kids I met to be Sorted was Colin. As it turns out, all one must do is sit under this singing hat. Imaginatively, it is called the Sorting Hat. Bleh.
Colin, whose last name is Creevey, was Sorted into Gryffindor, the House of the bold, courageous, and rash. His eyes got really big when he realized that he was in the same House as Harry Potter.
Next of us was Luna Lovegood. For some reason, she walked backwards to the stool with the Hat. She was Sorted into Ravenclaw, House of those who seek wisdom, but often are distant from reality.
Last was Solstice. Her name is Solstice Malfoy, and she was Sorted into Slytherin. She had very little applause, aside from the Slytherins, House of the sly and ambitious.
And me? I was Sorted in-between Colin and Luna, into Hufflepuff. I asked the Hat to put me somewhere that I would be overlooked, and it stopped trying to decide between Ravenclaw and Slytherin and put me in Hufflepuff. Thank goodness.
After some weird speeches, food, and weird speeches, we were told to follow the prefects of our Houses to our common rooms. A boy named Michael Jeffries, and his sister Hannah, guided us to the common room, which is near the kitchens, apparently.
I share a dorm with three other girls. The first is Elisa Brown, cousin of some girl in Gryffindor. She's really pretty, and doesn't seem to notice my existence. The second is Rosaline Greengrass. Her older sister is in Slytherin, and her younger sister is coming to Hogwarts next year. She's already friends with Elisa. The last is Marvella Chittock. She is the "queen" of the dorm, it seems, already. She has a dark sort of beauty, I guess, and is very proud of who her mother's great-grandmother was. I'll have to look up the name Adalia Black.
I am looking forward to Potions, as well as Charms, but don't really know what to expect for the rest. Now, I am going to finish the Sixth Year History of Magic book, and get some sleep.
September 13, 1992
The first week of school was… interesting.
I have officially decided that my favorite class is Charms. I just hope we get to practical work at some point this millennium! Wait…
Scratch that, my favorite class is History of Magic, because it is practically a free period. I can practice whatever magic I want, and nobody will notice.
I love the ideas behind Transfiguration, but it's very difficult. Oh, well, at least I'm ahead of the class.
I have decided – I love Potions, and I hate Potions Class. Really. Potions are absolutely fascinating, and I think that I would love to know more about them. On the downside, though, everyone else in the class seems to be idiots – oh, and they're afraid of Professor Snape. Which is stupid. I mean, yes he's harsh, but it's because Potions is a really dangerous class. The previous Potions professor, Slugworm or something, had seven fatalities in the thirty-five years he taught. That's one every five years! Going on that, Professor Snape should have had at least two fatalities already. He's had zero. Really, I think it's like a record or something.
Herbology… as much as I love our Head of House, Professor Sprout, it's kind of dull. Then again, I've always been terrible with plants. So long as I don't actually do anything, it's a dull class. When I do… well, as my partner Sarah Fawcett learned, it gets exciting. For instance, I was about to hand in my first essay, when the Creeping Snickering Vine ate it. Oh… the plant ate my homework. Merlin, I didn't realize how funny that was until I wrote it down.
Astronomy… is incredibly awful. I hate it. Not only am I always falling asleep, but the only star I can remember with any clarity is Sirius, the Dog Star.
As for Defense? Well, I'm certain that, with a proper teacher, it would be a great deal of fun. But Lockhart?
All of the girls seem to think that he's rather handsome. I think that he looks a great deal like Robert Jones, the owner of the orphanage, and he . Never mind about him. But, I think that Lockhart's a pushover and a fraud. I mean, everyone knows that there's no cure for Lycanthropy, right? And yet, he claims to have done so! Not to mention that fact that the werewolf supposedly transformed in broad daylight, this is, again, impossible.
I just hope that Lockhart's nothing like Robert Jones.
September 17, 1992
Today was our first flying lesson. What a disappointment.
After hearing every boy, and not a few of the girls, chattering on and on about flying, I was somewhat looking forward to it.
I fell off. Not once, not twice, but every single time I sat on the stupid broom! Apparently, I don't have a firm enough grip and I move too sharply. Humph. I'd prefer to walk, thank you very much. Or Portkey. Or Floo. Or Apparate, hopefully, someday. Or even ride a damn THESTRAL! (They're really nice. I've already seen them three times.)
Merlin, I hope that I'll never be in a position where I need to use a broom in any other capacity than cleaning, because I am quite obviously incapable.
I got kicked out of the library today, but it wasn't my fault. Some older girl hit me over the head with her bag when I took the last copy of Hogwarts, a History. I got my copy second-hand, and it's missing pages 4487-4532. Frustratingly enough, those pages are part of an intriguing essay about the architecture of the school and the grounds, and the various spells and wards involved in the school. And I only got to read two words of it before it went from pages 4486 to 4487! So, I took it out of the library, and some older girl got mad at me. Wonder why?
Blargh. I'm going to be sick. I just realized that I haven't done my Defense homework. Or should I say, "Defense?" It's not like we're actually learning anything. The current assignment is:
"Reread chapters five through seven in Voyages with Vampires, and write at least two feet on the best ways to fight with a vampire without mussing one's hair, the reason that the second-most-handsome person in the world is probably a vampire, (first-most-handsome being yours truly,) and the easiest way to dress oneself to blend with vampires of all types whist wearing velvet and silk."
Really, isn't it sickening? What should I do to begin…? Hope you don't mind, I'm going to use this extra paper to help me being my essay.
Vampires are well known for being extremely handsome, and blending with them would be extremely difficult unless you have managed to make yourself look enthralling. Unfortunately, vampires can see through dopey glamours like yours, Lopehead, so
Vampires are well known for being extremely handsome, and blending with them would be extremely difficult unless you have managed to make yourself look enthralling. Unfortunately, vampires can see through glamours that enhance one's frankly, rather poor looks, so
Vampires are well known for being extremely handsome, and blending with them would be extremely difficult unless you have managed to make yourself look enthralling. Unfortunately, vampires can see through glamours that enhance one's looks, so using magic to look more vampiric is not recommended, despite what Voyages with Vampires might say. Really, Lockheart, for being such a great fantasy writer, you really are an idiot.
Vampires are well known for being extremely handsome, and blending with them would be extremely difficult unless you have managed to make yourself look enthralling. Unfortunately, vampires can see through glamours that enhance one's looks, so using magic to look more vampiric is not recommended. In fact, using muggle facial enhancements such as makeup and surgery are better because they cannot be seen through magically. In fact, why don't you use plastic surgery and become a clown, because
I give up. Maybe I'll just get a detention.
September 18, 1992
I got detention. Yippee. Once a week with Filch, and once a week with Lopehead – I mean Lockhart, of course. I had the detention with Filch earlier this evening. It was just cleaning. Really, if all detentions are like this, I'll skip out on Lopehead's essays more often.
I got 99% on my essay about the uses of dried belladonna versus freshly picked. I got one point off for not being straightforward about the fatalities involved in misused belladonna. Well, actually, Professor Snape said it was for "being a duffer and writing in a soft and babyish manner," but I realized it when I went over the returned essay.
I finally turned my needle back into a match. Oh well, most of the class hasn't even managed the match-into-needle, so I'm alright.
September 23, 1992
I had my first detention with Lopehead. It was stupid. Just writing addresses on envelopes. But why do my legs hurt?
September 30, 1992
Second Lopehead detention. Filch is better. Feel too tired to write, and my head is all fuzzy. Perhaps I'm sick. My back hurts, and so do my legs. My wrists are burning weirdly, and it feels familiar…
October 7, 1992
Why can't I remember what detention with Lopehead was earlier? My back hurts, my head hurts, my throat hurts, my legs ache, my wrists are burning, and my lower stomach feels – no. Nononononononono. No way, please no. I figured, I think, I –
October 13, 1992
I collapsed, and a Ravenclaw Second-Year boy named Terry took me to the Hospital Wing. According to Madam Pomfrey, I had a fever, but it is rarely seen in children under fifteen, and I think that I know why. She wouldn't tell me, but I feel odd. Why do I suddenly fear going to detention, when all Lopehead has been doing is making me address letters?
I wish I could reread my previous entries, but I haven't been able to figure out what I did with the instruction manual for this dumb diary.
October 14, 1992
Last Lopehead detention, then one more with Filch. Filch... isn't so bad. I think. But Lopehead makes me nervous.
No luck in Transfiguration anymore. String into stick. I'm hopeless, and even worse, I'm behind! I'm going to fail Transfiguration.
On the up and up though:
Charms class seems to be moving along pretty well! We're just doing basic color changes, red to pink to orange to red, but air puffs are next, and after that, by Halloween we're going to be Levitating!
Potions class is comfortable. I'm partnered with Solstice Malfoy, and we do a moderately good job, getting grades in the low 90s, which is pretty good. I just hope I keep doing so well.
And, the classes that I am crying over besides Transfiguration include:
Flying, which is a crash. Literally. I have yet to even stay on my broom. I am currently the Hufflepuff House laughingstock.
Herbology. I have yet to manage to get anything past any plants that physically move. I have orders to give in my homework from the castle, by owl. Isn't that wonderful? I'll probably fail that as well.
So. I'm failing three out of six classes, and going downhill on a fourth. Woe is me. I think I shall go find the kitchens and get some chocolate.
Later
I got some chocolate. The house elves are vrery-no, very cute. Am tired. Going to sleep now.
October 17, 1992
I wish I wasn't a balance-challenged idiot who can't change anything into anything. Because I saw the Ravenclaw team practicing Quidditch, and they were gorgeous.
Solstice and I have been partnered up in Potions class to do a project – build the ideal place for a Ten-Toed-Tirlhump to live for its pickled skin to have the most result. Solstice showed me a picture of a Ten-Toed-Tirlhump after she found out that I'd never seen one. She was horrified that I hadn't.
Actually, Solstice gets horrified about a lot of things. She's kind of prissy, but she's the only person in the entire school who treats me like I'm human. My whole year thinks I'm a failure because I still can't hold on to a broomstick for my life.
Two days ago was a gold-sticker day, though. Some blonde Ravenclaw said hello to me. She actually smiled at me. For a moment, it was like having friends.
On the schoolwork frontier, I'm terrified. I'm the top of the non-Slytherins in Potions, and the top of Charms, but I'm lagging in Defense, failing in Transfiguration, dropping out of Astronomy, sleeping through History of Magic, and destructively ending any chance of any career involving living plants.
October 18, 1992
My shoes have disappeared. How odd. Professor Sprout says that I may have a magical allergy to specific families of plants. I hope there's a cure or something. Perhaps there's a potion. I'll ask Solstice.
I'm relly realy really tired. I beleee – never mind, to bed I go.
October 19, 1992
Sweet Merlin, I forgot to write my essay for Lopehead. "Ten Ways that Werewolves Can Be Killed By Yours Truly." Gag. And class is in – ten minutes! Yipes!
Later
I got detention. Filch twice a week and Lopehead twice a week. Oh, how wondrous.
My shoes are still missing.
October 23, 1992
I don't care what the imbecile I live with say – I love Filch. He found my shoes! He gave them back to me, and I brushed Mrs. Norris' fur for a while before cleaning trophies. I wonder who Tom Riddle is.
First Lopehead detention tomorrow.
October 24, 1992
I watched Gryffindor Quidditch practice today. I wish I could fly as gracefully as Harry Potter. He's really good. But noooooooo, I still can't even float a couple of feet!
Lopehead detention: addressed envelopes. My legs hurt.
My shoes have gone missing again, along with my hairbrush. I must speak to Filch soon.
October 28, 1992
My back and legs are hurting. So's my stomach a little. Lopehead detentions make me feel ill.
I've gotten an exemption pass from Professor Sprout. It says:
"Miss Dunbar is exempt from Herbology classes until further notice due to her extreme magical allergy to omnivorous and intensely magical plants."
I'm afraid for the end of term, I'm completely failing Transfiguration, and I started so far ahead. Now, all I seem to be able to do is Vanish the things I'm trying to Transfigure. Irritating, and we don't even learn Vanishing until fifth or sixth year! Gah!
List of missing belongings: Shoes, hairbrush, hairbands, Defense textbooks. Thankfully, my copy of Hogwarts, a History is kept locked away, where nobody but someone who shares my blood can get it. Who cares if blood spells are technically a little dark?
October 31, 1992
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware!"
I am happy that I had enough room in my trunk for the Hogwarts, a History book. The library's been stormed, supposedly.
The Chamber of Secrets, allegedly, was a chamber built by Salazar Slytherin to hold a terrible monster within the school. Never discovered, the entrance would hypothetically not allow anyone in but the Heir of Slytherin. When said Heir arrived, they would then attempt to eradicate all muggleborns and part-bloods with the monster.
My legs and back are aching. My stomach's upset, and my wrists feel sore. I wonder if I've finally caught that flu?
Now missing shoes, hairbrush, hairbands, Defense textbooks, and all underwear but one pair. There was Itching Powder in my bed last night, too.
November 4, 1992
Lopehead detention. Feel ill. Missing shoes, hair supplies, textbooks, underwear, and raincape. Failing Transfiguration. Will go to bed now.
November 7, 1992
Gryff-Slyth Quidditch game, today. Gryffs won. Potter was a brilliant Seeker, caught the Snitch while being tag-chased by an oddly fixated Bludger. Broke his arm. Lopehead Vanished his bones from his arm.
Lopehead detention later.
November 8, 1992
Colin Creevey, the Gryff who rode in the boat with me, is now Petrified.
November 11, 1992
Lopehead detention. I feel ill.
November 14, 1992
Lopehead detention. My back is sore, my throat is raw, and I have a large bruise on my arm that I can't remember getting. My legs hurt, too!
November 18, 1992
Lopehead detention. I threw up when I got back from detention, and I have a weird bruise on my chest. My back is sore, my legs hurt, my stomach aches, and my wrists feel… oh no. They feel like I've been tied up for a long period of time. I know because they feel like when Robert Jones hasssssssssssssssss. Never mind.
I think I shall go to Madam Pomfrey.
November 19, 1992
What did I write yesterday? I can't remember, and I still can't find that bloody instruction manual!
Later
I just got kicked out of the library.
November 21, 1992
Lopehead detention.
November 25, 1992
Lopehead detention.
November 28, 1992
Lopehead detention.
December 2, 1992
Lopehead detention.
December 7, 1992
I'm totally staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. That way, Robert Jones won't rxxx xx.
December 9, 1992
Lopehead detention.
December 12, 1992
Lopehead detention.
December 16, 1992
Lopehead detention. Why can't I remember what happened? And why is it only starting to bother me n-
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Something weird's going on.
December 17, 1992
Dueling Club. Professor Snape reportedly handed Lopehead his arse on a cushion. According to rumor, Harry Potter is the Heir to Slytherin, and a Parseltongue. I doubt it.
I doubt the Heir of Slytherin part, not the Parseltongue part. I think the Weasley twins believe him too. They're funny, but smart.
December 19, 1992
Lopehead detention. Still haven't remembered what occurred in that three hour period of time. Nor have I found any of my things. Some random Gryffindor with light brown hair said hello to me today.
December 25, 1992 – Christmas Day
The feast was alright. I saw Professor McGonagall looking at me sadly; I think I failed end-of-term exams. Bugger.
Professor Snape actually took me aside and told me that he's developing a potion for people with magical allergies. I felt really, really, really touched.
Still can't find my hair supplies, textbooks, underwear, or raincape. Also lost my favorite quill. Found my shoes hanging from the spire of Gryffindor Tower. I Levitated them down myself. Hah!
January 1, 1993
Happy New Year! Or not so happy. I failed the first term of Transfiguration. Who on earth fails FIRST TERM?
Professor McGonagall took me aside and gave me a list of people who are far enough ahead of their own classes to tutor me. I'll look at it when I'm not so tired.
On to less savory thoughts, I have a black eye. One of the big hulking Slytherins hit me. My detentions have been extended. At this rate, I won't manage to have one free week the whole year.
January 3, 1993
I finally got around to looking at my list of optional tutors. I have separated them out by year, and will now use this very diary to figure out which one is best.
Gryffindor:
Angelina Johnson – she's very obsessive, I've seen her arrange her breakfast plate every day into geometric designs
Cormac McLaggen – the guy's a terrifying menace!
Fred and George Weasley – pranksters, but good-hearted, don't really know very much about them, but they don't put in a great deal of effort and they're at the top of their class
Percy Weasley – priss. Enough said.
Oliver Wood – Quidditch geek
Slytherin:
Daphne Greengrass – rather snappish, but reportedly very smart
Solstice Malfoy – the only person who speaks to me politely on a regular basis
Blaise Zabini – quiet, intimidating
Hufflepuff:
Susan Bones – a year older than me, quick-tempered
Cedric Diggory – really nice, but doesn't seem to realize that his friends are rather cruel, I wouldn't want him to be my tutor because of his dorm-mates
Ravenclaw:
Terry Boot – a year older than me, nice enough guy
Marcus Bradley – two years older than me, rude and a bit nasty at times
Eddie Carmichael – speaks in Ravenclaw-ese, completely incapable of tutoring a normal, non-Ravenclaw person
Penelope Clearwater – really nice, but won't have a lot of spare time due to being a Prefect and picking up the slack for the Head Girl
Roger Davies – very distant, never actually spoken to him, seems very stiff
Luna Lovegood – very nice, but oblivious to reality
Alright, so from what my list says, the best options are:
Terry Boot
Solstice Malfoy
The Weasley Twins
Right. So, Ravenclaw is probably not a good option, because most Ravenclaws have a difficulty understanding how anyone can not understand.
Terry Boot
Solstice Malfoy
The Weasley Twins
Solstice is barely at the top of the class, and I don't want to drag her down. Plus, my rep in the House is already bad enough; being tutored by a Slytherin could get me murdered.
Terry Boot
Solstice Malfoy
The Weasley Twins
Wait a minute. I just chose the Weasley Twins! Oh Merlin. I'm really in for it now.
But they probably are the best option anyway.
January 4, 1993
I handed in my choice of tutors. I probably should write out a will in case I explode in the next couple of weeks.
Detention with Lopehead begins again on the 6th.
January 6, 1993
Detention with Lopehead today. I have my first meeting with the Weasley Twins tomorrow. Luckily, I found a nifty Shield Charm in Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6. It alerts me and holds back anything but really strong hexes, and it can be set to a physical holding device. I set it to my lucky necklace.
Wish me luck.
January 7, 1993
I officially love the Weasley twins. Love them. Do you think I could marry them both?
They are extremely goofy, yes, but they know how to Transfigure and how to teach it! At first, I thought that they were goofing off, because they told me that we were going to do some research first. Research! Everyone knows that the Weasley Twins never do research!
They took me outside and put a pebble in my lap, and told me to use Charms to turn it into the exact image of a brightly-colored toy ball. That part was easy.
Then, they showed me how to do it in "an easier way." Fred (he has a freckles right under his left eye) told me that I should focus on the pebble and the ball, not on the magic. Focus on what I want, and less on how I want it. And it worked!
Now we're working on Switching Spells. I can't wait to see if I've finally managed to get Transfiguration!
They also gave me a candy from Hogsmeade. As I said, I think I love the Weasley Twins.
January 9, 1993
Lopehead detention, and I feel so ill. I think that I shall go to the Hospital Wing. Why does something as stupid as addressing envelopes make my back, legs, and stomach sore, as well as hurt my wrists and make my head hurt? Ma_----====__===
January 30, 1993
I have these huge blocks of time where I can't remember what happened. What's going on? My Lopehead detentions ended, thankfully. The Twins have helped me up to a reasonable place in Transfiguration, but we still can't figure out why I mess it up half the time.
I'm so tired, and I don't know why.
April 1, 1993
Happy birthday Fred and George! I got detentions with Lopehead again, three weeks ago. MY memory seems to be falling apart. I find myself unable to remember where I put my homework, what I ate for lunch, if I ate lunch, if I did my homework, where the Defense classroom is.
What's going on?
April 4, 1993
I'm going to go to the hospital wing. I feel like I have the flu or something, and my memory of the last three days is completely gone.
May 30, 1993
You will never believe this. There was a basilisk going around Petrifying people, and I was one of them! I got Petrified while on my way to the Hospital Wing.
Lockhart apparently wiped his own memory while Harry Potter took out the basilisk and the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets. No more Lopehead detentions!
Exams are canceled, which is a good thing. I think that I'm back to failing Transfiguration.
June 5, 1993
Harry Potter and Hermione Granger both said hello to me today! And also the other Gryffindor guy, Neville Longbottom.
Fred and George both said that they're willing to tutor me again next year. Hopefully, that means that I'll somehow pass Transfiguration (I hope).
School ends on the 19th.
June 10, 1993
I went to Professor Sprout to ask if it was possible to stay over at Hogwarts over the summer. I don't want to see Robert Jones, and I still haven't found all of my underwear.
She said no.
I'm not looking forward to the summer.
On the up side, I found this really cool place to hide my stuff. It's a dumbwaiter in the kitchens. I tested it several times to make sure that nobody took anything, so I'm going to leave this diary in the dumbwaiter until next year.
June 19, 1993
Good bye, Hogwarts. I love you, despite my many messy situations this year. See you next year.
End of the school year 1992-1993. Summer of 1993 coming soon.
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