Entry 1,

Hogwarts Express,

Somewhere outside Sheffield:

I find myself in a rather dangerous situation. Really, its that stupid Burke's fault; he always has this way with words that truly ensnares Abigor, and hence I have to get dragged into each mess to make sure we both get pulled out alive. It's always some ridiculous. I thought when he convinced Abigor to help him out with that idiotic vanishing cabinet (honestly, what is wrong with disaparating?), it would be the last of it when they both ended up splinched in the lake District. The worst however, must be whenever Burke decides he's bored and wants to bet on something.

I bet you can't guess what he's gambling we can't do this time.

Apparently, now he's turned 11, Burke is going to attend Hogwarts. I originally was thrilled, I thought I wouldn't have to deal with the little brat for and entire school year (yes, I know we're the same age, hush). But oh no, poor little Edwin Burke cannot stand the idea of leaving home without his stupid little best friend, A K A my stupid twin. I don't know how they managed it, but the two of them purchased school supplies for the both of them, as well as a forged Hogwarts acceptance letter for Abigor.

To be honest with you, I would've stepped in sooner. What did I care if they were going to waste all their time and pocket money; it's not like they would've done anything interesting in their summer otherwise. However, perhaps I should've payed more attention when I came closer to the day Burke and Abigor would leave for King's Cross Station. If I had, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up frantically shouting at the two of them while they gleefully snuck in away via the floo network. Perhaps, I wouldn't have found myself despairing as I hurried to grab my wand and follow them (let it be noted that when I did, I found a prepacked bag of my clothes and a set of books on my bed; the little turds, they KNEW, they purposely decided to involve me).

Honest to Sahmir, I swear that the plan was to grab them and bring them home before father returned that evening. Unfortunately, through a series of rather unfortunate and worrying events, I found myself dragged onto the train by the two brats and pushed into a carriage just as the train left the platform.

That was three hours ago.

I now find myself staring with despair out of the window, snarling at Burke and Abigor everytime they dare talk to me, though it only sets them off into a vile giggling fit. Honestly. You wouldn't know that I was their age, would you? I am sure it is quite obvious by now the caliber of maturity and intelligence of possess that they, surprise surprise, do not.

I am not hopeful for the future. Father is not the forgiving kind, and with no owl or any stop from here to Scotland, by the time he notices we are gone I am sure he will consider me an accomplice to this idiotic manoeuvre. I am doomed to never step foot outside the family shop until I am of age. Perhaps longer, depending on Father's mood.

Pray for me, Diary.

Yours,

Daegen Gallow, son of Diabolos John Gallow.