December 29

Oy, Rupert, you there?

Hello…!!! OH YEAH,

SIR RON

Thank you, Master Weasley. From now on we will try and remember that before we start hollering won't we?

Yeah I'll try. Anyway, I'm bored stiff, so I thought I'd look into this journal thing a little more. Harry's pouting over the loss of his Firebolt, who could blame him, and Hermione… nevermind, who cares what she's doing.

I see.

So what do people do with these things anyway?

Typically one uses a journal to record their thoughts, feelings, activites; do you really not know how to use a journal?

Hey, gimme a break, this is the first time I've had one of these things. Okay, well we can skip the mushy stuffy about feelings and such.

Well then I guess since this is your first journal we could start with you telling me a little something about yourself. Who are you Sir Ronald Weasley?

That sounds easy enough. Well, I already told you I'm a third year at Hogworts. You do know what Hogworts is don't you?

Yes sir, a very fine institution. The very best in Britain for turning young witches and wizard into the fine magical citizen they should be.

Right. Well I come from a whole family of wizards. I have five older brothers and one younger sister. There Bill and Charlie, they're the oldest they've already left school. Bill lives out in Egypt, he's a curse-breaker for Gringotts. Charlie works with dragons in Romania. Then there's Percy, he's a seventh year, and he made Head Boy this year so he's been acting even more pompous than ever; it's unbearable. Next is Fred and Geroge, they're twins. They're real jokester, everybody loves them, they're in fifth year. And my younger sister, Ginny, she's a second year.

Yes, the young lass who had the unfortunate incident with the foul journal. Is that all?

Yeah pretty much, well we're poor. Dirt poor and that bites, but not much I can do about.

You miss my meaning, young sir. I now have a basic understand of you siblings but you have yet to tell me anything about yourself. Is there anything that YOU are particularly interested in?

Yeah, I love Quidditch. You do know what Quidditch is don't you?

Yes, sir. I seem to remember it being a rather exciting sport. Do you play?

Well… no, not really. I play at home with my brother and Ginny, but I don't play for a house team, not yet at least. I think I'm going to go out for the team next year though. Harry's on the team though, he's our Seeker. He's the youngest Seeker in a century. He's totally wicked, we haven't lost yet when he was playing… well except that one… We lost to Hufflepuff just before Christmas, but it wasn't his fault. We were robbed. I can't even talk about it, it's too painful.

I'm very sorry sir, but I'm sure that you will prove yourselves next time.

I hope so. Oliver Wood (oh he's the team captain) he may eat his broom if we don't win next time. This is his last year and he's really desperate to win the cup this year, especially since we've come so close the last couple of years.

I thought you said you hadn't lost a game since your friend had begun playing for your team? And you haven't won the cup yet?

Well, no. Other than this last one we've won every game Harry's played in, but he hasn't played in every game.

Why not?

Trouble has a way of finding Harry, and so he's actually missed a few games the last couple years because he was in the hospital wing.

Ah, a trouble maker. Sir, are you sure it's wise to associate yourself with that type of chap?

Harry's NOT a trouble maker. I said trouble has a way of finding him, he doesn't go looking for it.

I see…

Look, it's Harry Potter, of course stuff is going to happen to him. It's not like he's Ronald Weasley, king of the dull.

Sir—

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January 2

SIR RON

Rupert? You there?

I'm not sure. Is there another slamming involved if I am?

Right, sorry about that. I just got carried away a bit.

Quite alright, sir. But may I ask what brought on that… outburst?

Nothing. It's just that stuff always does happen to Harry, it's part of being famous. Unlike me on the other hand…

Oh yes the chap who has managed to survive the terrible fate of being alive. I still don't understand the fame involoved in a young boy who has somehow accomplished the miraculous feat of being thirteen, really…

There a bit more to it than that.

Please tell me, because as it stands I am quite underwhlemed by this character, young Mr. Harry Potter.

Do I have to?

Excuse me?

Do I have to tell you? I know it sounds stupid but I kinda like the fact that you don't know who Harry is. Pretty dense, huh?

Master Weasley, are you alright sir? I don't know if it would help of not but no matter what you tell me about this chap, I could never think less of you sir. But if you do not wish to record it, that too is perfectly acceptable; it is YOUR journal.

What shall we talk about then, sir? How about some more Quidditch? Or is there another sport you fancy as—

No. No, I'll tell you about Harry.

Are you sure sir?

Yeah, of course I'm sure. He's my best friend why should I not want to tell you about him…

I met him on the train to school before our first year. I've known who he was my entire life, so it was a real shock to actually meet him and get to sit with him on the train. Everybody knows who Harry Potter is, he's the one who defeated the Dark Lord.

Who?

You-Know-Who.

Actually I'm afraid I don't…

He-Who-Must-NOT-Be-Named?

Well that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!

You don't understand! He was the most evil wizard in a century, real powerful and real smart. Nobody knew who was working for him and who wasn't. My Mum and Dad used to tell us stories about how bad it was. It was scary, okay. And I refuse to say his name, especially now that I know that he's out there somewhere… in one form or another.

Let me see if I understand this. There was a Dark Lord.

Yes.

Who was so powerful and so evil that people are too afraid to say his name.

Yes.

And your friend Harry Potter defeated him.

Yes.

He did this before you meet him your first year.

Yes.

So he did this when he was younger than thirteen?

Yes

No.

What do you mean No?

I don't believe it

You have to believe it, it's the truth!

Then how old was he exactly when he defeated "You-Know-Who"?

Which time?

WHICH TIME?!?! You mean to say he's defeated him more than once?

Well, yeah. Three times more or less. The first time he was one year old.

ENOUGH! Sir, what kind of a fool do you take me for? You want me to believe that a one-year old child defeated a dark wizard so powerful that grown wizard refuse to speak his name? Impossible. And that he has gone on to fight and defeat this foe two more times in the last twelve years? Unbelievable.

It's the truth! And actually he fought him the other two times in the last two years. The first time he was just a spirit living inside the body of our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The second time was when You-Know-Who tried to steal my sister's soul, and he fought him as a boy about Percy's age, but he still almost killed him. If it hadn't been for Professor Dumbledore's pet Phoenix he would have died. No one really knows how he defeated him the first time. Harry doesn't talk about it much but it he said it had something to do with some ancient magic his Mum did for him when she died, he's still got this wicked scar from where the curse rebounded.

……..

You still don't believe me do you?

You must admit sir, it's a bit much to swallow.

Look I was there, not the first time, when his Mum and Dad died, of course. But I was the other times, in a manner of speaking

You were there?!?!

Yeah.

And you weren't scared?

Well, of course not. I mean it had to be done didn't it.

But by a pair of thirteen year old wizards?!?!

Hermione was there too, the first time. Last year she couldn't go with us to save Ginny because she was petrified in the hospital wing by that Basilkill snake thing.

A BASILISK! You faced a basilisk? With or without that young lady I hardly see how that could make things any better.

Well she the smartest witch in our year. But she still can't play wizard's chess; I beat her every time. That's why I had to play against the set on the way to the Socerer's Stone.

THE Socerer's Stone! It was guarded by a chess set?

Well it was a fifty-foot tall chess set, and we had to be actual pieces in the game.

In WIZARD's chess?!?!

Yeah. You should have seen her, she can be such a girl sometimes. I had to sacrifice myself so that Harry could get checkmate, and she went to pieces. She was crying, such a baby.

You sacrificed yourself in a game of wizard's chess so that your friend could advance?

Yeah. Are you having a hard time reading or something? You keep repeating everything.

Young Master Weasley you will have to forgive me.

For what?

Many things: for at first not believing that a boy your age had had adventures, for not believing what you had to say about you friend Harry, and lastly for being absolutely speechless at the things you've told me. I bow to you sire, you are truly worth of the name Sir Ronald Weasley, for you are one of the bravest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

ME?

Of course.

No, Harry's the brave one. I just happen to be with him.

I think not sir! Facing a basilisk head-on for the love of a sister, and sacrificing yourself on a field of battle for the sake of friend and a noble cause…. You, sir, amaze me.

Uhm… Thanks, I think. Yeah well, I gotta go. Thanks Rupert.

No sir, thank you. And you must promise to tell me more about these daring deeds at a later time.

Sure. Bye.

Goodnight, noble sir.