A/N This is going to be a year of drabbles, so 365 chapters. Each under a 100 words and a short entry from Harry Potter himself. Sometimes the diary entries will be about his work and sometimes about the shenanigans of his children (and wife). I take suggestions and I hope you enjoy!
1st January 2023
Well today has been horrid. I walked through the doors to work and instantly wanted to leg it back out of the building. Ron was stood on my desk, broom in hand, yelling obscenities as he fought off the Pygmy army.
3 hours later and the country's best Aurors still haven't managed to round them up or capture a single ball of fluff.
Ron says he's going to, 'speak to their leader.' He marched off a couple of hours ago and no one has seen him since. Who knew pink balls of fur could finally break Ronald Weasley?