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- Entry One -

I don't know why I'm even bothering to try and write life down in a simple book. It's seems almost pointless in a way. I've never gotten the reasoning behind putting down your thoughts and feeling on paper so that anyone may just come and snatch them away. Not that anyone would even want to read my innermost hopes and dreams. But one can hope can't they?

This was all Hermione's idea. "You need to tell someone what's going in you head Harry and if you won't tell us than at least write it down!" God she can be so annoying sometimes. I can still see the scowl on her face from not knowing everything that goes on in my mind. It's my mind! What right does she have to know everything about it? She doesn't. And I think that might be why I decided to start writing. Though from the looks of things I'm not actually getting anywhere. I've just been rambling on but as I've never had a 'journal' (I refuse to call it a diary) I wouldn't really know what most 'normal' people would write in them. So I'm just kinda winging it and hoping for the best.

I can't wait until next year when I can get out of Hogwarts. I love the old castle but the people in are just too much sometimes. Between Hermione's smothering and Ron's indifference to everything except food and his girlfriend (Hermione) it's hard to muster the energy to go through the days. But it's almost summer break and I get the joy of going back to the Dursley's! Sounds fun doesn't it. Everyone just assumes that it's not too bad there. Don't get me wrong it could be much worse and I'm not going to press my luck by wishing that things could change because with my luck it would but I would end up, I don't know, stuck in a room with only Mrs. Weasley as company for the rest of life. That would be plain and utter torture. Much worse than the Dursley's or even Voldemort could ever come up with. Glamour spells are a great thing aren't they! No one has ever noticed that I'm constantly wearing one and I hope it always stays that way. I can't imagine the reaction people would have if they found out that their precious 'Savior' has been abused and treated horribly since he could walk. I can just see the faces of everyone when they realize that I never told them. Why would I? They've never given me any reason to suspect that they trust me. Every idea I have they shoot down without even really thinking about it. They assume that I don't have any idea what I'm talking about. I figured out a long time ago that I'm alone even when I'm surrounded by the entire school. No one knows me. And I plan to keep it that way.

- Entry Two -

I'm going to kill Hermione.

It's the only option. She is the most annoying witch I know. Just because I saved her once in first year from a damn troll doesn't give her any right to try and pry into my life. She tried to read my journal! I mean come on! Luckily I had suspected something like that to happen so I, of course, used my much superior knowledge and cast several locking charms on it so the no one except the one with the pass code could open it. And since I'm the only one with the pass code… She wasn't exactly pleased when she came down the stairs from the boy's dormitory (not that she should be up there anyway) with hair that looked like she had been struck by lightening. It was hilarious in my opinion but both Ron and Hermione didn'tthink so. But what do they know about good comedy anyway?

One year left. Just one year left putting up with them and I can be gone. I can disappear. I don't know yet where I want to go… Maybe I'll go to Rome. I've never been able to travel before so I don't know… And I can't even ask Hermione about good places to go because then she would want to know why I needed to know because I can't be allowed to leave because there's a war going on and I can't afford to miss it because of all the lives that would be lost and since I'm the 'Boy-Who-Lived' I have to be there to support morale.

Who asked me if I wanted to be in a war? No one did. So I don't think that I need to fight. It's not my war; I never wanted to have to face Voldemort over and over again trying to kill him. But what do I know? I'm only a sixteen year old boy who (as far as anybody knows) understands nothing about war except what you can lose in it. No one has stepped forward to try and teach me anything. I don't understand any of them. They leave me in situations where I have no knowledge about anything and they expect me to be able to succeed even when all odds are against me.

But there I go again complaining. I'm going to have to watch that. Tomorrow I go back to the Dursley's and I've been told that Hedwig gets to either stay at Hogwarts or she can go to Ron's. Yippee… No communication with anyone for three months! Of course if my Uncle goes too far I'll have no one to go to for help but… I've been thinking about going to the muggle policemen and having Vernon arrested and then becoming emancipated. Wouldn't that be fun?

- Entry Three -

It's funny. The moment that I get off the train I have to take off the glamour's so that my Uncle doesn't see me using magic and guess the one person who notices me. Malfoy. I should have guessed that eventually someone would. But did it really have to be him? I know I don't hate him but since I refused his friendship in first year it's hard to tell if he hates me. Who knows. It'll be interesting when I go back to school but for now I'm not going to let it bother me.

The Order has figured that I'll be fine as long as I don't leave the Dursley's house so their not going to patrol around this summer. That'll give me plenty of time to walk down the police station and turn in Vernon. And it means that no one will notice I'm gone until September when they come to take me to the train station. It's such a perfect plan. And it goes into effect tomorrow. I hate myself without my glamours. All the scars… I really need to start eating better…

A/N: I hope that this is easier to read than the other way! Thanks for the reviews!