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Dear Diary
I wish I knew where he was, or what he was doing. Is he being forced to take the mark?
I hope that he is safe and sound. The last time we talked, was so strained. He knew I was being distant. I could see the hurt in his
eyes as I lied right to his face. But I had to. Winning this was is to important. He will forgive me in the end. I mean he just has to. I
coul not tell him about the seven potters plot. I just couldn't risk Harry's life like that let alone my brothers. I know with all my soul
that he would not betray me, but anything is possible around Voldemort. They could put vertiasm in everyone's tea for all I know. So
when my beloved asked how I was, my family ect. I said everything is great. The other half of my soul asked me if I knew if Harry
was going back to Hogwarts, and how was he getting there? I responded with of course he is going to hogwarts, it's Harry's Home.
He will be going on the train like everyone else.
This is not a diary. It's a journal and it's not haunted, let's get that straight now. I am not going to have a piece of my soul living in
this book forever, like the wacho of the century did. I am not the same as him, or them. I am not what everyone thinks I am, or
exspects me to be. I wish I could live in a worls where, none knew me or my family. A world, where I could be free to just be me. I
would live a happy life running a quidich supply shop and having a million re-headed kids. I love red hair , as it glistens in the sun
light. My love's soul is on fire just like her hair. In this perfect world, my love woul not have to lie to me. We would just trust and love
each other until the day we die. That's right in the real world, my love can never really love me properly. We canot love a person that
we cannot not trust. She thinks I may be a spy, that I will tell the evil one her secrets. What she doesn't know is that I would never
do that to her. I would die protecting her, and anyone that she loved. Times are getting very dangerous indeed. I saw one of my
teachers die- scratch that- murded in front of my eyes yesturday. The first thing I wanted to do was owl her. But in this world we
can't. She once told me that we were like "Romeo and Juliet." It's some muggle story that Potter talks about all the time. " Oh Juliet,
where for art thou Juliet?"
