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Chapter twenty
January 8, 1992
It has been a while since I last wrote. Things at Hogwarts are very quiet. And very, very boring. I wish for the more complex days and the adventures.
Can't say that I miss the nightmares that I had the first time around. That Mirror would have driven me insane if I spent too much time in front of it. Though, I am curious as to what it would show me. I may not have Mum and Dad but I do have some kind of a family. That is what I always wanted.
I told Ron and Hermione about the Philosopher's Stone over the Holidays. It was hard to come up with an excuse that was believable. I just told them a modified version of what happened last time. I said that that I visited Hagrid after a Quidditch practice and let the name Flamel slip. I gave them a half-truth when I told them that I remembered seeing his name on Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog Card and that I researched who he was. I'm so glad that they actually believed me.
January 17, 1992
I forgot how much of a maniac that Wood is. We have practice four times a week. If I ever become captain, I promise that I won't become as obsessive as him. Everyone knows that Hufflepuff doesn't have the greatest team. Diggory is good but I am better. I almost didn't recognize him from the Sixth Year that I remember. Now he is a small shy Third Year.
I had Potions again today. I think I hate Snape more now than I did the first time. I don't care what Uncle Remmy says, the man is nothing more than a slimy git. I would rather take Potions through a correspondence course. However, I can't do that until I'm a Sixth Year. Snape is trying very hard to make my life as hard as possible. I think he might succeed in his goal to make my brain complete mush.
February 13, 1992
Ugh, I hate Snape. I can't believe I forgot that Snape was going to referee this match. I remember winning the game because I have only lost once and that was because the Dementors made me fall off my broom. I really don't care. If I remember correctly, the game lasted only five minutes. It's only a game and we're not going to win the Quidditch Cup this year.
Ron and Hermione were taking it harder than I am. They suggested that I break my leg. Like that's going to prevent Wood from making me play. If I can fly, I can play. Wood would put my leg in a splint and make sure that I can climb on the broom. Besides, Madam Pomfrey can heal bones in about a minute.
Why do I have to have Potions on Fridays? Snape is horrible to be around on a normal day but to be in his presence the day before a Quidditch game is a nightmare. Gryffindor can pass Slytherin in House Points so things are going to be... I don't have the words to describe the animosity Snape has towards me.
Malfoy has been acting weird since Christmas. In fact, I don't think he insulted me once since we got back. He must be planning on something huge. It's either that or he's waiting for me to do something stupid. He has been taunting Neville more than usual. I had to give him chocolate on more than one occassion.
On a good note, Sirius is no longer has to see that consular. I never did find out what they talked about. He now has full custody of me and his flying motorcycle. I can't wait to see it again. The last time was the night Hagrid brought me to the Dursleys. And then I was asleep most of the time.
February 22, 1992
The game barely lasted five minutes. We flattened Hufflepuff. I still think all that extra practice was pointless. Ron got the bloody nose and Neville was knocked out cold. All is as it was last time. I think I gave Snape a bit of a scare when I nearly dive-bombed him. But that's not a big deal.
And about Snape, I skipped his conversation with Quirrell. Not really any point to listen to something I already know. I know that Quirrell is going to go after the stone.
Instead, I went down to the kitchen to head off the Weasley twins. They were shocked that I already knew how to get to the kitchens. I think they were trying to impress others that they could knick food. It's not that hard, the house-elves practically stuff food down your throats.
March 1, 1992
Today is Ron's birthday. Not much is happening.
March 22, 1992
Good old Hermione. She gave Ron, Neville, and me study schedules. Ten more weeks till our exams and my confrontation with Quirrell. The three of them are still convinced that Snape is the one after the stone.
April 9, 1992
So much homework. Brain can't function. I'm so thankful that Hermione is my friend. I won't be able to get all of my homework done. Still not that much is happening.
Sirius and I have been talking to each other once a week. He likes to be kept up to date on how I'm doing. He's like the complete opposite of the Dursleys.
April 17, 1992
Ron, Hermione, and I went down to see Hagrid today. Low and behold there was a large black egg in the fire. You guessed right. It was Norbert the baby Norwegian Ridgeback. I called Sirius as soon as we got back to the dorm. We have to get rid of him before the 24. If we don't he will hatch. I also wrote to Charlie to ask if I can send the egg to Romania with Sirius and Uncle Remus. This is going to be hard. How are they going to cross a continent on broom with out being seen?
Seven days till the hatching.
April 19, 1992
A slight change in plans Charlie's friends are going to met Sirius and Uncle Remmy in Slovenia. I have no clue where that is. Hermione told me that it was south of Austria. I have no choice but to believe her. Besides, why would she lie to me about geography?
Five days till the hatching.
April 23, 1992
Norbert is gone. Hagrid is disappointed that he didn't get to see the dragon hatch. I feel sorry for the man but I also feel good riddance. That dragon caused Neville, Hermione, and me too much grief the first time around. And to think I did all this to save Gryffindor 150 House Points.
May 6, 1992
Sirius retuned to London last night. I can't believe how long it took Sirius and Uncle Remus so long to deliver Norbert. According to Remus, it was a nasty shock when Norbert began to hatch while they were in the air. Sirius nearly had a heart attack when he felt the egg started moving in his pocket. My only thought was better him than me.
Something weird happened today. Hermione gave us the day off. The exams are less than a month away and now she gave us the day off. Ron and I went flying and Hermione watched. I wanted to teach her but she refused. I think she's been learning behind my back. This doesn't make sense with the Hermione that I know. She knows that I am smarter than she is and isn't ashamed to ask for my help. Sure, I have four more years experience, but I am still smarter. Before I went back, I would have been the one going to her for help.
Ron still managed to get stuck in the Hospital Wing. I guess it was meant to happen. Just like Neville breaking his wrist was inevitable.
Malfoy. Now that is an interesting topic. He's gone back to his childish taunting. Okay, I know that he is a child. I can't help but think that he is up to something.
May 25, 1992
I never really noticed just how pathetic Quirrell is. The way he behaves is nothing less than nauseating. The man is supposed to be a Death Eater. I heard him with Voldemort and it was sad that such a talented man was reduced to something that couldn't control his own soul. He is tainted and he can't do anything about it. He must be happy with his choice but I can't see how. I can't wait for our confrontation.
Sirius, however, can wait. He knows that I have to do this, but he's not happy about. He talks to me everyday on the mirror and Hedwig glares at me for the number of letters that are sent. She never seems to find a happy medium. Before it was too few and now it's too many. That owl is so weird sometimes. I swear that she knows when I'm not as happy as I should be.
I just have one question for myself; why did I come back to my First Year? Things were a lot less complex when I was thirteen.
I'm not going to write again for a while. I just have too much to do. I am tired of all of this waiting. My friends are my lifesavers and they don't even know it.
A/N I got all of these dates from hp-lexicon. It really is quite interesting. I enjoy reading the essays the fans have submitted.
Harry never actually called Remus Uncle Remmy to his face. It's just how he feels about Remus. He can't give Sirius a title because it doesn't feel right to call him uncle and dad is too personal right now.