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Here is the next part of the diary.

I know that they're short, but most diary entries aren't very long

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Dear Diary

I could not stop thinking about Lily, all through the night.

It is not usually so quiet in the evenings, as the silence is filled up with screams, thumps and cracks.

I am not sure how I knew that she is different, but I can tell. is

Tomorrow, I hope they come back to the park, and maybe I can have a conversation with Lily, tell her who she really is, tell her about Hogwarts
and about spells.

Sounds like a plan.

Surprisingly, my parents didn't fight tonight, but I think that was because my mother is still gone. Gone.

I wonder if she's gone for good.

If she has, then I bet my father will be happy.

When my parents don't fight, I usually linger in my bedroom, waiting for my father to leave.

I do this, because I know that if he sees me, he'll probably hurt me. A lot.

In less than an hour, my dad is gone, probably off to the pub to spend our last few pennies on beer.

I go down, open the fridge and find it empty. Just like my stomach.

Well, it's not the first time that I have gone without eating for a while. I look inside the cupboards, whose doors are either off, or hanging on their hinges.

Nothing.

I grab my gray, dirty coat and head to the park. Nobody is there.

I hope that Lily comes. Preferably alone, but her sister will probably accompany her.

After a while, I start to here voices. ''Lily, mother said not to talk to him. He's not like the other children,''

''But Petunia, I think he has something to tell me,''

"Don't talk to him Lily. Promise me. I will let you go and play. But come back here if he's there,''

It's obvious that they are talking about me.

Lily comes, skipping in a nice red dress. She climbs onto the slide and goes down a few times.

I walk up to her. ''Hello, Lily. It's me. Remember me?''

''I remember you. My mother said not to talk to you. She said that you are strange. You are different,''

''I am different Lily, and so are you. I want to tell you something very important. Only if you promise
not to tell anybody.''

She nodded. ''Okay, this might seem a little strange, but I think that you are like me. A wizard,''

''A wizard!'' Does that mean that I can do magic?''

''Yes Lily. And there is even a special wizard school called Hogwarts. And there are lots of wizards. There is even a ministry of magic, which is like our form of government,"

"I think you are lying, my sister told me not to trust you,"

"Lily, you must trust me. This is true,"

"I want to see a wizard. I want to see magic. To do magic,"

"Let me ask you Lily, have you done any strange things in your life? Things that have confused yourself and
others around you?"

She thought for a moment. "Well, once I did manipulate some petals in front of my sister. She said it was
just a gust of wind, but I tried to tell her that it wasn't. She wouldn't listen,"

"That is a form of magic, what you did with the petals that time, all children with magical abilities will often
show them when they are very young,"

"At first, my sister wanted me to teach her how to do it. I tried, but she just couldn't. She got very frustrated,"

"Sometimes, wizard children are born from non-wizard families. Often their siblings and parents can't do magic,"

"Will I go to this wizard school?''

"Maybe you will get a letter from an owl, asking you to come. Then you will buy all you need and then you can go to the school,"

"Lily! Lily! Who are you talking to?"

"Um..."

"Her sister Petunia came, and as she saw me, her face became angry. Very angry.

"Lily! Mother told you not to talk to him! I knew I couldn't trust you!"

She grabbed her hand and dragged her back, still shouting about mother, trust and strangers.

Lily turned to look at me and I put my finger to my lips, the universal gesture to stay quiet.

Later as I walked home, it started to rain, even though it's the middle of the summer.

Typical England.

As I walked, a plan was forming in my head. I was to follow Lily home the next time I saw them.

Not necessarily to do anything, just so I knew where their home is, in case I need to contact Lily.

Not the best plan, but at least I have one.

I got home and found that my father isn't home yet. Still in the pub drinking away all our money probably.

He might even stay there overnight. Whatever, I've slept alone at home before.

In our destroyed living room, I find that the tattered and threadbare armchair has been restored to its normal,
upright position.

On it I find a little note.

Dear Severus,

I am writing this for two reasons, one to say sorry, and another to tell you- well, you'll understand

I strongly regret almost my whole adult life.

I was well off at the start, until I married the pig of your father.

He was nice at first, especially when we had you.

We did so many fun things, but I don't have time to tell you now.

You probably wonder why we fight almost every evening.

Well, if you must know Severus, we fight over you.

The reason is a very silly reason I know, but I am going to tell you it.

But that was all there was. The rest had been ripped off. I know who the note was from though.

My mother.

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Leila :)