Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter charachters. The only person I own is Mary Al, who I made up.
November 21
Don't think I'm changing, I'll always be just as stubborn and proud and aggressive as I always am, but for a few minutes each day I'll soften up and write in this journal .It might not even be each day! It might be once a week! Or maybe once a month! But for a while it'll stay at once a day. Just to be nice. My friend bought it for me for my 13th birthday. She thinks I'm getting too stressed and if I just write it all down… well I stopped her there. Mary Al is my best and only friend, I consider. Mary Al is so nice, so pretty, so…so… oh I don't know! But I wish I was her! She has a perfect body, so many friends, and a perfect life! Sometimes I get so mad because she's perfect. But I am nicest to her out of everybody else and she's honored. And so then I feel better.
My life is struggling through a half wreak most of the time. I don't have a boyfriend, I wish I had more friends, my parents are struggling too. My brother died a week ago while fighting Vold. Vold is what I call The Dark Lord. Dumbledore is right. Fear in a name increases fear in the thing. So I made up a nickname.
Okay, I'm going to stop writing now. I'll write tomorrow.
See ya,
The Birthday Girl
There was a knock on the door. Ron walked over and opened it.
"Harry, Ron, look what I found underneath my bed," Hermione said, bursting into the room. The brown headed, A+ girl sat herself on a bed whose user was currently absent, as she was used to. She read them the passage and they wondered about it, crazy ideas dribbling from the first boys mind. He had dark, blackish colored hair and a scared forehead. The second boys head possessed a brightly colored patch of hair and a blank mind.
"Who's could this be?" Harry asked.
"Is it yours Hermione?" said Ron.
"What an idea, me, a journal? Plus I don't have a dead brother," said Hermione.
"I knew that," Ron responded.
"I'll do some research. Look, the year is right on the binding," Hermione offered.
"This isn't going to turn into whole big mystery, is it?" Ron whined.