Title: Harry's Diary
Chapter: 1... I'm not sure this will be a series. I'm working on two others but thought this one up really quickly just as something to give myself a break through. If there are subsequent chapters, I'll probably do other characters as well.
By: The Miserable
Disclaimer: It's not mine. If I owned Harry Potter, or if I was making money for writing, I wouldn't spend nearly this much time online.
Rating- PG. A bit of strong language, nothing serious. It might up depending on what I write.
One of my teachers at the school I attended before Hogwarts said (rather wisely might I add), "People change. Circumstances change. Will you change with them?"
I didn't understand it. I think she felt she needed to impart some wisdom as we began secondary schooling, and maybe- just maybe- we would hold onto it. Remember it for a time when we did.
To the world, who am I? The Boy-Who-Lived? There are only a few who have spoken whole sentences to me, still fewer that I feel connected to. Truth be told though, not one knows my full extent as a person. Then again, maybe I'm being too hasty.
I see things no one else does. For example, when one loves someone, there's an aura around him or her. Then can fight over something as trivial as doing an assignment for that bastard, Snape --- but it's obvious when you think about it. I don't say anything. It's not my business, and everything happens for a reason.
But that's a mere example. People have described me as thoughtful simply because I tend to be silent. Granted- they are right; I do spend that time thinking... they just have no idea what about.
Here I am and everyone loves me. People constantly surround me and the only people I feel comfortable around are Professor Dumbledore and Sirius! No one else knows what Voldemort is capable of and those who do are scared to talk about. Who will save us now that he's back?
And how many people will have to be martyred to achieve the greater good?
Chapter: 1... I'm not sure this will be a series. I'm working on two others but thought this one up really quickly just as something to give myself a break through. If there are subsequent chapters, I'll probably do other characters as well.
By: The Miserable
Disclaimer: It's not mine. If I owned Harry Potter, or if I was making money for writing, I wouldn't spend nearly this much time online.
Rating- PG. A bit of strong language, nothing serious. It might up depending on what I write.
One of my teachers at the school I attended before Hogwarts said (rather wisely might I add), "People change. Circumstances change. Will you change with them?"
I didn't understand it. I think she felt she needed to impart some wisdom as we began secondary schooling, and maybe- just maybe- we would hold onto it. Remember it for a time when we did.
To the world, who am I? The Boy-Who-Lived? There are only a few who have spoken whole sentences to me, still fewer that I feel connected to. Truth be told though, not one knows my full extent as a person. Then again, maybe I'm being too hasty.
I see things no one else does. For example, when one loves someone, there's an aura around him or her. Then can fight over something as trivial as doing an assignment for that bastard, Snape --- but it's obvious when you think about it. I don't say anything. It's not my business, and everything happens for a reason.
But that's a mere example. People have described me as thoughtful simply because I tend to be silent. Granted- they are right; I do spend that time thinking... they just have no idea what about.
Here I am and everyone loves me. People constantly surround me and the only people I feel comfortable around are Professor Dumbledore and Sirius! No one else knows what Voldemort is capable of and those who do are scared to talk about. Who will save us now that he's back?
And how many people will have to be martyred to achieve the greater good?