Dear Diary,
I believe in Harry Potter.
I've been repeating this like a mantra lately; mostly to block out my parents' concerns about him. Not to mention the numerous stories printed in The Daily Prophet over the summer, slamming Harry and Dumbledore.
I believe in Harry Potter.
We were back to Hogwarts today. I saw Harry on the train while I looked for Marietta. I thought while I saw him I could ask him about his summer… about Cedric…
I believe in Harry Potter.
Unfortunately, he was sitting with his classmate, Neville Longbottom, and my housemate, Luna Lovegood. He was absolutely covered in some horrible smelling green goo. It made the entire compartment smell like rotten manure. Of course, I couldn't ask Harry anything in that predicament.
I believe in Harry Potter.
Usually he's rarely seen without Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley by his side, so when I hadn't seen them anywhere with him, I thought it would be perfect. Harry could use some better friends. Hanging around Hermione will probably lead to feelings being shared, and I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. Not when I'm starting to wonder if maybe we have some feelings to share with each other.
I believe in Harry Potter.
Even writing out the phrase doesn't dull the voices of my parents. All summer was a constant tirade on how we need to trust the Ministry of Magic, how they are just and right. Marietta said her parents were the same way, but it appears she actually agrees with them. Of course, she hasn't lost anyone, not like how lost Cedric…
I believe in Harry Potter, and I always will.
Yours,
Cho Chang
A/N: Cho had a lot I could write about.. so it was really hard to pinpoint a point in time.
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