A/N: Have finished reading Bridget Jones's Diary and felt so inspired to write something like it. Cruised around Fan Fiction to see if there already was anything like this but found nothing, so I thought I'd give it a go! Please review!

Disclaimer: The characters, places and magical things that you might recognize belongs to Rowling. And many thanks to Helen Fielding.

Friday 1 January

8.30 a.m. Have decided to write a diary to celebrate the first year without You-Know-Who. Got a hunch that the 1999 is going to be exceptionally good year.

The new job at Witch Weekly is going great – though I haven't had any luck in reaching Harry Potter for his annual interview with me. If he commits to something like this he should at least have the decency to answer my owls! Last years wasn't answered either, or the year before that! But maybe they just got lost on the way? 'Cause I know he wouldn't do anything like this on purpose, we are so good friends after all. Think I might pop by his office today, he'll love to see me again. It's been so long since last time. Maybe he'll take me out for lunch and I can interview him? Yes – good plan!

And tomorrow is the launch for my new book 'The story of Tom Riddle Jr – Was he doomed from the start?' Think it will be v. successful. My editor asked me – like always – to scrap some of the contents, she thought that it might offend someone. 'I will not!' I said. 'My readers deserves to know the truth!' Ugh, I despise people who lie.

My mother has been on my case for not having a boyfriend to take home and introduce this holiday either. As soon as she opened the door and saw that I was alone the whining began.

'Rita dear, when are you going to marry? When are you going to give me grandchildren?'

'Mother, men are scum and children are so last season.'

But would she listen? No, of course not. She went on and on about how great it was to have a little baby and a husband to take care of you, so I simply left. Mother was furious, she sent me a Howler as soon as I got home. 'How dare you leave at Christmas Eve? We are your family! You come back here!' It was great company, almost like having the real thing there beside you.

My mother doesn't understand that times have changed. I know that she grew up in an age were the women simply were breeding stock but that doesn't mean that I'm going to follow in her footsteps. I'm a successful woman! I got a fantastic career, am friends with many celebrities (Harry Potter for instance!), got a fabulous flat in central London – I don't need a man! Yes, I'm scared of bugs and don't have anyone to kill them for me. Yes, I have no one to comfort me during thunderstorms and yes…I'm so lonely!!

8.42 a.m. Sorry, just needed to fix my make-up. Anyway, am about to prepare myself a healthy breakfast of a cup of coffee and a few slices of cucumber – delicious! My trainer tells me that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and that I should eat more then a bit of cucumber, but I say – humbug! I've eaten like this since I was sixteen and look how smashing and healthy I am! I don't see why-- Wait, I have to lie down for a bit.

9.05 a.m. There, all better! Just felt a bit dizzy for a moment. Anyway, after glancing at my kitchen clock I have discovered that I was suppose to be at the office five minutes ago. My boss will be furious. I don't see why though, we go threw this every day.

'Skeeter, you're late – again!'

'Peter darling, don't be ridiculous! I started a few minutes ago!'

'No, you started an hour ago! I should sack you, you know.'

'Yes, but you won't because you adore me. But now I have to got, important journalist business to attend to. Ta!'

And then I'm off to see my hairdresser, or my manicurist, or I'll pop by Twilfitt and Tatting's. But I do consider that important journalist business. Looking your best is the key to get a good interview. Studies have shown that we trust people who look good easier – honest! And it does make you feel good when you know that you also look fantastic!

10.32 a.m. Came to work an hour and a half late – like expected. Peter was furious – like expected. And now I'm flipping threw the newest edition of 'Eligible & Gorgeous!' whilst waiting for the shop keeper to bring me their newest dress robe – exactly like I expected!. This is life!

1.35 p.m. Am v. distraught at the moment. Just got back from the Auror Headquarters at the Ministry and mr Harry Potter refused to see me! You could almost think that he didn't like me, but I know that's not the case. He's probably just so busy with work the poor boy, must send him something to relieve his workload. Maybe chocolate? I know I'd like someone to send me chocolate if I was as stressed as poor Harry.

1.37 p.m. Why doesn't anyone send me chocolate? Am feeling v. unloved right now. Might even eat a whole cucumber when I get home… Ugh, I feel like a pig!

9.42 p.m. Have just gotten home after dinner with Pansy Parkinson. Charming girl, v. well connected. Think I've might brown-nosed my way to an interview with Marcus Flint, Chaser for Falmouth Falcons. Bravo Rita! Give yourself an applaud! Not feeling so unloved anymore, feeling v. successful instead.

10.04 p.m. Just found another Howler from my mother. It was waiting for me on my pillow. V. charming I might add – 'Rita Skeeter! How could you not come to our New Years Eve party?! I am very disappointed at you young lady! Do not expect an invite to Sunday dinner!'

There. My own mother doesn't love me anymore. Am so depressed right now. Might eat that cucumber like I promised.

A/N: There, tell me what you think? Should I continue?