Disclaimer - In case you haven't already guessed I'm not JK Rowling and therefore don't own any of the characters or places (or any other registered trade mark) mentioned in this fanfic. I just write.

Harry

"The Boy who Lived". That's what they call me. That's why everyone knows who I am, the reason I have a string of really irritating first year admirers, the reason I have my own fan club. God I sound arrogant there. "Believing your own hype Potter!" as Malfoy would say. Now talking of arrogant bastards....

No. I've gone off subject now. Where was I? Oh yes. 'The Boy who Lived'. I hate that. I mean, it's nice sometimes, like when I'm feeling down, some unknown Gryffindor'll come and ask me for my autograph and that'll make me laugh - but generally... Please. Just a year, OK a day, when nothing remotely interesting, dangerous or involving me nearly getting killed happens.

OK. Enough of the bitter ramblings of a fifteen year old, wanted dead by the 'Dark Lord', and kicked out of school by Snape. Although I have to say, I'm quite enjoying writing my angsty teenage "stream of consciousness" as Hermione so intellectually put it (nah, only joking - love you really Herm!). Actually I have Hermione to thank for all of this. She oh so nicely suggested to McGonagall that as a fifth year "bonding (as if we don't know each other by now!) task" that we should all write diaries/journals recording all our feelings about life for a whole bloody month!!!! I owe her one though (Hermione that is), 'cause this wasn't McGonagall's first choice of task. No..... if she'd had her way we'd all be writing and starring in our very own musical depicting the downfall of LV and celebrating life in general. As if I need or want any more attention.

I've just read over what I've written and realised that I've just wasted the last fifteen minutes of my life writing a complete load of s**t (sorry, no swearing allowed), and gone completely off topic. Although you do now know that I hate being dubbed 'The Boy r here - hope you're sitting comfortably, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!) The name's Potter, Harry Potter (it's a parody of a muggle film - ask Hermione!), and I'm sure you already know about the extremely familiar fairy tale/tragedy story that is my life. Well. I'm going to tell you again anyway. Stroppy adolescent "Look at me, it's my life and I'm going to tell it my way" part of me cutting in now! Hmmm - kinda contradicting my camera shy side there!

Anyway, in a nutshell... Lord Voldemort - big bad wizard, tries to rule world, kills my mum and dad, but for some bizarre reason can't kill me. Poor little me left as an orphan with distinctive lightning scar and sent to live with the Dursleys for ten years. Now that's a subject I could quite happily sound off on! Grrrr. I hate them, and that's putting it nicely. Then one day I get a letter telling me I'm a wizard, and a famous one at that and the whole story came out. Anyway, since then I've lived (reasonably) happily at Hogwarts - aside from the brief spells spent in the hospital wing due to LV's presence and the odd quidditch accident!

Off topic again now - but first quidditch match of the season next week: against Ravenclaw. Cho's playing - hope I don't get too distracted (although I think I'm going off her at last - helped of course by her hostility and blame aimed at me because of LV killing Cedric! As if I wanted him to die.) cos Fred and George, our new captains, might go more than a bit mental if we lose!

Now you might get the impression from reading this that I'm a right twat who doesn't care about the fact that his parents are dead and his life is constantly under threat. That's not true. It's just, I'm misunderstood, and try to hide my sensitive, incredibly paranoid, side In reality, I'm just a normal kid - and to be honest, I find it hard to mourn my parents when I don't actually remember them that much. If I do grieve, it's because I miss the parental presence. Hmmm... now I am feeling sad. But the LV thing..... yes it needs to be taken seriously, but if I spent every second of every day thinking about his latest scheme to knock me off I'd go insane!

I'm gonna talk about something else now (sorry to disappoint you!). School: that might be a good place to start, seeing as it's the place in which I feel most at home! My favourite subjects are probably Care of Magical Creatures - cos it's outside, and Defence Against the Dark Arts (I wonder why!?). I can't stick Divination, so I won't talk about it, and Potions - well........

Oh f**k (damn censoring rules!)!! I'm gonna be late for potions. Now I really have reason to worry - Snape on the warpath!

More later,

Harry.

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