Sadly I don't own anything just the plot. JK Rowling rules!
Chapter 1
Dear Diary,
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! IF YOU ARE NOT THE OWNER OF THIS DIARY YOU ARE GOING TO BE ASKED TO SET THIS DOWN AND WALK AWAY SLOWLY! IF YOU ARE SOME STUPID DEATHWISHING IDIOT WHO HAS TOTAL DISREGARDED MY WORDS OF WISDOM. THEN LET ME TELL YOU THAT IF YOU DO NOT CLOSE THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW I WILL…
a) Bat Boogey you so long that your great great great great great great great grandchildren will feel it.
b) Sick Fred and George on you (you should be trembling)
c) Both a and b (now you should be curled up in a ball in your closet)
Now that that's out of the way I just want to say, diary I have a problem. Yes, Mum has been treating me like a three year old but that's not the real problem. Though I'm telling you no joke she almost held my hand while I was crossing the street today while we were in Hogsmead, she reached out for my hand! Hold on I hear yelling… I'm back… Hermione's been here three days and already Ron has had several bones to pick with her. I think we should invest in some muggle object my father told me about a little while ago, called ear bugs? Though I still don't get why muggles' would come up with something so stupid? I mean why on earth would you put bugs in your ears. I'm sure my father will ask Harry when he arrives…tomorrow. Yes our hazel eyed hero is coming to save me from a boring summer. Ever since Ron told them us one morning at breakfast that Harry was coming Fred and George have been making it their personal mission to remind me of every single stupid thing I've done in front of Harry. The one that they mention the most is the singing poem I gave to Harry for Valentine's Day in my first year, whenever I'm in earshot they start whispering a stanza. If I remember correctly(I'm pretending I don't know it by heart) I used words like 'His eyes are as green as freshly picked toads' and 'Hes really divine I wish he was mine, the hero who conquered the dark lord'. I'm quoting Hermione as well as I can when I say this, I am a poet and I didn't know it. Getting back on topic now. So I have set up a three step process to prove to my brothers that I am infact over my stupid school girl crush on The-Boy-Who-Lived….
I sat up on my bed hearing the front door open and the scuttle of chairs on the hardwood floor. I heard the twins call up the stairs 'Hes here!' and I heard the deep voice of my brother Ron say hello to someone downstairs. Finally the day I have been waiting for! Step one of Getting over Harry is about to begin…