Dear diary
Isn't it awkward? I mean teaching her son… He started school today; I mean I knew he would but still… Isn't it awkward that I can't finish my sentences? It is like Harry is taking up all the space in my head. He has her eyes, when I saw him at the assembly, it was her eyes looking back at me. He looked like James and his hair brings back the memory of their chanting. Sniverous! I can't stop hearing it. Sniverous. Maybe he won't be like James though, maybe he'll be like her. 'Her' I can't say her name because just the words bring back the sweetness and it hurts too much when they are gone. Lilly. Who am I kidding? He won't be like her because he is James's son. Sniverous. He is his son. He will be like him. James was awful and why should I expect any different from him? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I bet he will relish in his fame. How dare he have her eyes? Her sweet eyes. I bet he has his father's arrogance. Lilly. Lilly I will protect him but only for you; I swear it. I hate him but he is all that is left with you. I suppose you can't have love without hate. HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY SON! PTSD is what the muggles would call it I suppose. There are so many thoughts, feelings and only one boy. One stupid little arrogant boy. One little piece of Lilly left.
I have to go teach class now, not defence against the dark arts though, Dumbledore wouldn't let that happen. Gorgons forbid I could be happy!
Dear diary,
I think you might have gotten the wrong impression of me last time. I'm not bitter, it's just the memories take hold of me sometimes. Today I did something I wish I hadn't. I pushed Harry and the ginger's head into their books. They weren't listening to me. I need him to know this. I need him to understand. Why won't he just pay attention? He is just like James. James was just as boneheaded and lazy. Snivellous. HOW DARE HE? DOES HE NOT UNDERSTAND I AM A TEACHER AND HE MUST LISTEN? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM? If Lilly were here, he would be different. She was such a good mother. She would have been such a good mother. We would have been such good parents; together. Together. To gether. To get her. To bring her back. Why am I so stupid? It's my fault she's gone. It's all my fault. I wonder where the ink goes. I know you will keep my secrets.
Severus.
Dear Severus,
I will keep your secrets.
-your friend
What the hell is this? Who are you?
Dear Severus,
A friend.
Dear 'friend',
You have betrayed my trust, Lucius has informed me what you are. I will be returning you to him promptly.
-A complete idiot.
Dear a complete idiot,
Goodbye. Your secrets are safe with me.
-A friend
Dear diary,
Hey! Where did the ink go? Sploosh. Sorry I didn't mean to drop the ink on you.
Ginny potter. Ginerva potter. Mrs Potter
Dear Ginny,
Ginerva potter definitely sounds best.
-Tom
Dear Tom,
Sorry I didn't realise you could write back. What are you?
Ginny
Dear Ginny,
I am your knew best friend, your keeper of secrets and your new diary.
-Tom
Dear Tom,
My last name isn't really Potter, not yet anyway. Potter is the last name of this really amazing guy that is friends with my brother. This is my first year at Hogwarts and I see him everywhere. There was this mirror I walked past yesterday that showed us together but when I looked around, it was gone. Once I left the room, it disappeared and I couldn't find it again. It's like the whole room just vanished. Weird, right?
-Ginny
Dear Ginny,
That was the room of requirements. It is difficult to find but the fact you did is quite amazing. Tell me about this Potter boy.
Your friend,
Tom.
Dear Tom,
He is magical, not like he can do magic but like he is just pure magic. His name is Harry and everyone knows him. He is kind of famous. He has these amazing piercing eyes and this lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Have you heard of him?
Love,
Ginny.
Dear Ginny,
I might have heard a thing or two.
-Tom