August 30

It's almost time to go to Hogwarts! Mom is about to go crazy; she keeps moaning that her little boy will be gone for a whole year. What she doesn't know is that I will be coming home for Christmas, and maybe Easter. Knowing Mom, she will probably send me a letter everyday of the next school year. I don't know what she'll do without me. Oh well. I'll have to worry about Mom's lack of a life later. And perhaps even laugh.

Dad, on the other hand, is acting as if that I'm already gone. I've been practicing some of the spells in my books, and so far only Lumos works for me. It still won't give me a very large beam of light. But, I haven't even been to a single class yet.

I'm still nervous about what house I'll be in. Mom says not to worry, but that makes me worry even more! I hope that I'm not in Slytherin, or Hufflepuff. I heard that You-Know-Who was even in Slytherin. I would hate to be in that house. And since I'm usually a loner, I can't help but wonder if I'll be able to make friends. Maybe that annoying Irish boy will turn out to not be so annoying after all. Nah. Being a Pureblood, I hope that I'm not naturally expected to already know how to do all kinds of magic.

Midnight, my owl, is being a very annoying one. He keeps me awake all night. So I eventually open my window and let him fly all night long. I feed him an owl treat when he gets back. Gah, I spoil that bird. That reminds me, I have to let him out now.

I let Midnight out. He is now soaring through the cloudless night sky. I better get some sleep.

August 31

Today is the last day of summer. Tomorrow is the day. I get to go to Hogwarts. Insert the dramatic music here. Maybe Hufflepuff isn't so bad. Just as long that I'm not in Slytherin. I need to get reading on Hogwarts, A History. That book is so fascinating; so far I've learned that the ceiling in the Great Hall is bewitched to look like the sky outside. At least I'll get to know the weather before everyone else does.

I found an interesting spell in the Standard Book of Spells, Grade One this morning. It's called Rictusempra. It is supposed to be the tickling charm. Interesting. I can make people keel over from too much laughter. That's scary, you know. I wonder who the Professors are. I know that Professor Dumbledore is the man. He is the head of the school. And I know that Professor McGonngal is his right hand gal. And that some guy named Flitwick teaches charms.

I just remembered. Harry Potter is supposedly starting Hogwarts this year. He defeated You-Know-Who when he was only a baby. I wonder how he did it. I bet that he must be a really powerful wizard already. Even though he was forced to live with Muggles for 10 years. That poor boy…. Or maybe he is a dark wizard himself. That would explain why You-Know-Who tried to kill him as a baby. He didn't want another Dark Lord competing with him. That makes some sense. I'll have to get acquainted with the boy. The train leaves at 11:00 tomorrow. I hope that it is a very relaxing train ride. I think that I may read on the way. You can never be too prepared for what comes ahead. Or so says my inner Ravenclaw.

Midnight is currently asleep, seeing as it is midday, and not midnight. I hope that he is having good dreams. He's most likely dreaming of some snowy female owl. Snowy owls sure are beautiful. I saw one in the shop last month in Diagon Alley. I bet that the person who gets her will be very pleased. I think that I'll read A History of Magic for a while. While I'm on the subject, who names their child Bathilda?

I just finished reading the first couple of chapters. It's a very interesting history. I hope that the Professor isn't that boring. Or I hope that he is interesting. I hate boring teachers.

Well, Notebook, I'm going to go eat supper now. Mom made some kind of stew. I think she called it "Ravenclaw Surprise." There had better not be any raven claws in there. I think that I might die, right then and there. I just noticed that I capitalized Notebook, as if I'm referring to this book as Notebook. I hope that that is not one of the signs of madness.

Ravenclaw Surprise was a very…odd dish. It had an aqua like color to it. And it smelt of goats. When Mom wasn't looking, I saw Dad vanish his away. I looked at him hopefully, but no avail. Isn't that horrible? At least now I have blackmail on my father. I need some sleep, and a potion to get rid of nausea.