Right, first off, let me make this clear: THIS IS NOT A DIARY! It's just to put down what happened and how I felt about it and put that down in a book...Well that does sound diary-ish, but it's still NOT A DIARY!
22 December 2002
Harry and Ginny are engaged! I'm happy for them and everything, but if you get engaged you get married, and if you get married you have kids, and to have kids you have to...y'know...She's my little sister! He's my best friend! I really don't want that thought in my head...it's just...it's just...disturbing, wrong! Ew!
They still have to break the news to mum.
29 December 2002
It's been a week and Harry still hasn't told her! He had enough guts to break through 7 defences, kill Quirrell and defeat Voldemort; kill the Basilisk and not be scared by giant, GIANT spiders, and defeat Voldemort; find out a 'serial-killer' was his god-father, take on a werewolf, save his god-father and Buckbeak, cast a Patronus at 13 to take on over 100 Dementors; win a competition that he was too young to enter and defeat Voldemort; start up a secret army to defy the regime, have words carved into his hand and defeat Voldemort; watch Dumbledore die and learn the secret to Voldemort's power; escape from the cellar where he was in Voldemort's clutches, be prepared to die for the ones he loved and then defeat Voldemort once-and-for-all, and yet he still hasn't worked up the courage to ask mum if he can marry Ginny.
He needs to get his priorities straight.
31 December 2002
Right, I'm getting fed up with all this waiting.
1 January 2003
I did it. I told mum for them. It wasn't my fault that they took so long! Mum looked shocked and then started yelling at me! ME! Something about 'right to privacy' and 'stop sticking your nose where you shouldn't' I didn't really care. I kind of zoned out after 5 minutes...until she clipped me round the ear. That hurt. I've been sent to my room! I'm 22 for Merlin's sakes! I'm gonna try and apparate out of here. Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow! She's put a charm on here! I almost splinched myself! I'm going to try Alohomora.
Right, that didn't work either. Hermione's outside my door. She put on both the charms to stop me getting out of my room. Now I just have to sit here, listening to mum and Ginny witter on about 'centrepieces' whatever they are. Ugh.
*~*~*Author's Note: I recently found this lurking around my computer. I wrote it a couple of years ago for a competition that instructed that the piece had to be under 500 words. I knocked this up really quickly, so sorry for any mistakes. As for now, this is it, but I did have a bit of positive feedback from it. For now, it's listed as complete, but who knows? Things may change.*~*~*