Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Ms. J.K. Rowling and I am only borrowing it.
(beta reader) permanentwhiplash's note: This is going to be (hopefully) a daily page story. This is a diary-type fic written by a six-year old from a six year-old's point of view. The grammar mistakes are purposeful, to make it seem more realistic. And the fact that the author can't really spell those words that well.
Dear Sir: The Journal of Harry Potter
By permanentkree
Dear Sir,
My name is Harry Potter. I am seix years old. I think.
Buut I can't say think. Dudley says I say fink. But I do'nt. Listin-THINK! Doesn't that sound like think?
Unncle Vernin told me to shut it. That's not very nice of him. I was jusst trying to fink. I meen think.
Aunt Petuna? Petunya? (I cant spel her name) is calling me again. She says verrry meanily, "Boy, get in heer!" I do not think that is very nice of her. Maybee she needs a timeout.
I have to go now. Dudley is chassing me. But I'll come agian later. Promise.
Oh right. I got this…um…dairy? Diary? I don't know how to spel it. From a nice man. He haanded me the dairy and said, "Right in this." So I am.
Cept I'm calling it Sir.
-Harry James Potter