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hey guys, it had been a long time since i written something. as of late i had a reviewer who commented that my character acts not of age so here is the revised version of A Girl's Secret.
July 31, 1991
A New Beginning, that's what I think this is. I feel like my life will never be like it was before now. In the spirit of this, whatever 'it' is I've decided to start a new Journal. No it's not a diary. I will never call this book something so…I don't even know how to explain it. The word 'diary' just rubs me the wrong way. I don't like it.
Okay, moving on . . . At midnight exactly on my birthday something brilliant happened. I met my first magical person. They call themselves 'wizards,' like the Wizard of Oz. He was a Big man with a capital B. His name was Hagrid. The best way to describe him is that he makes me think of a Viking warrior, minus the mean looks and army stuff. He curses Dudley with a pig's tail! I was laughing like crazy in my head. I didn't dare let a sound out loud and get my uncle's attention.
Anyway, after Hagrid gave me a birthday cake, he took me away to a place called Diagon Alley in London. The entrance was…let me just be blunt, it was ugly and so not sanitary that my Aunt Petunia would faint if she saw it. Maybe I could show her pictures . . . Now that I think about it, I don't even remember what the name of that place was, Leaker something, maybe?
Oh! I'm famous! I can hardly believe it. I just wish I hadn't had to find out by being trampled when everyone tried to shake my hand. People should really keep their hands to themselves. I do not know where they've been. And don't wizards do potions? One thing I know about potions is that it ingredients are not pretty. I do read you know and the telly can teach you loads of things. Half of what I know I learned from books and television.
Diagon Alley was very...magical, silly as it sounds. I was rushed to the Gringotts Wizarding Bank - it was run by Goblins! How cool is that? They looked mean and short. No offence to Goblins or anything. I have a vault there apparently. Er, I really should go back and get more information. The Goblin that helped me was named, if I remember correctly, Griphook. It was kind of weird how he looked at me when I thanked him for his help. He looked flabbergasted when I spoke his name. That is something to think about. I mean seriously, it is only good manner to thanks someone when they help you. Are wizards just rude or something?
I met a magical child at Madame Malkin's Robe for all Occasion. He was a snob, but he was beautiful. I couldn't help but write that. There was just something that tugged at my heart when I was near him. When I looked at him, I didn't really see what he physically look like. I saw his magical essence. Well, no, I did see what he looked like; but at the same time, I see the glow of his magic. It surrounded my whole being as soon as we locked eyes. I don't think he noticed it, though. I only subconsciously listened to his words. I filed them away for later analysis (Yes, I used the 'a' word. It makes me sound clever . . . -er than I already am). What he said, from what I can recall... I'll just say that he's a real snob, and he seemed to be very spoiled. I do hope that he will grow out of that soon. Only time will tell, I suppose.
The highlight of the day was when I got my wand. Wizards use them to focus their magic. Mine is holly and phoenix feather, eleven and a three quarter inches. I love it.
I was heartbroken to go back to the Dursleys. I've always wanted to come to a warm, welcoming home. Instead, I live with the Dursleys, who ignore and loathe me. Ever since they found me on their front step, they've disliked me. On my fourth birthday, I began to understand why. I began understanding what happened around me. The Dursley's hate magic, and so they hate me. I am less than nothing to them.
The amulet I wear is invisible and untouchable to everyone else but me kept me safe. It prevents physical harm on my person. But there was nothing to be done for mental safety.
Look at me. I'm weak. The tears that are smearing this parchment are proof of that. Harry Potter, I hate the name. At the same time, though, this name is a perfect cover for me. I do not want my true name to be abuse and dirtied by the unworthy. One day, though . . . For now, I look forward to the day I will find someone I will want to use it...
August 1, 1991
I went back to Diagon Alley today. It was so different to be melted in the crowd. I went undercover as myself. Confused? Well, let's just say that there is more to me then meet the eyes. Moving on, it's the perfect disguise. No one knows my true identity. I have to say, I'm very proud of myself. I revisited Gringotts. It would seem that magical creatures are harder to fool. They are too in tune with Natural Magic.
I found out I have a magical guardian. I wish every bad fortune on him, and wish he would disappear. He must be insane if he thinks that it is within his right to play puppeteer with my life. That . . . I hesitate to call him a man . . . not only stole from me but also tried to trap me in a marriage contract with some girl. That is just wrong.
I have seen what would happen if I didn't have my amulet. This only happen on Hallow Eve, the time when spiritual magic is at its strongest. Dumbledore wanted me to be weak willed. He left me to be abuse! Who in good conscious would leave a baby out on the door step on a British November evening? What happen to 'Do to others as you would done to you?' If that man ever talks to me about love and self-sacrifice, he better hope that he has life insurance. I would summon Satan himself if that man so much as utters something corny like 'for the greater good.'
Well, maybe not something that drastic, but I would do something about it.
I'm rambling.
Getting back on track, I had a fun day with all things considered. I was very proud of myself for not dramatically over reacting with the ugly revelation. I only added some characters to the ornate chair of Ragnok's office. I also had it charged to Bumblebee's vault, ha ha to him. The stolen money was compensated by Bumblebee's stocks and interest from his savings. He would never find out. It was a good thing that he only had access to my trust vault.
Yes, that's right. The mounds of gold are my trust vault. I'm rich! I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. I went from a poor, neglected orphan to a really loaded one. Who would have thought? I sure didn't. I had a belated birthday shopping spree. It was great! I love living in one of the golden triangle of Europe. I took advantage of it and went all out. I have never own so many clothes . . .
I hired a goblin escort. His species' magic was very convenient for my shopping purpose today. There is this glamour spell that cast an illusion for appearance. I do have to keep up the charade and buy mostly male clothing, sadly. There are only a few pieces that cannot be mistaken for male clothe. My 3 silk dresses for example. Surprise, surprise! I'm a girl, people! Bet you did not see that coming did you?
My owl was not very happy when I got home. She was mad at me for leaving her behind. I did explain to her that it would cause to much unwanted attention if I were to bring a nocturnal animal with me while shopping at non magical stores. She is a sly little bird, being all innocent with her snow white feathers and big ember eyes. She looked all smug when I gave in and gave her treats as an apology. She sure did a good job at hiding it but I'm not just anyone. You do not grow up neglected as I do without honing observational skills.
August 30, 1991
Oh my God! I cannot belief those people. Savior! Savior? How in the name of all logic could one child be in charge of saving adults? Are they so weak and pathetic that they cannot even say the guy's name? You-know-who, you-know-who what? No! I don't know who. What I do know is that you people are pathetic for just saying it. That guy had already won half the battles just by installing fear through his name. I gotta say that that is no small feat.
I'm getting off track; let's go back to the beginning.
I finally got the chance to go back to Diagon Alley once more. I would have gone earlier but I waited until I had more than one reason to go before making the trip. I have finished all of my school books and am over half way through with my extra reading materials. So I went back to the Alley. It was so crowded. People were doing last minutes school shopping and such. I was resting at an ice cream place, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour when I overheard obsessive gossips about me. These people were so, are so PATHETIC! Maybe I'm just not used to being famous, but I loathe them.
You know what; I will not give the honour to these thoughts by allowing them to occupy my mind.
I'm so excited! School term begin tomorrow. From tomorrow on, I will truly be able to live Magic!
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