Disclaimer: Do you know how hard it is to come up with a different
disclaimer each chapter? Well, try some time. It's more difficult than
writing a whole new story! Well. Where was I? Ah, yes. Disclaimer... The
characters, places and plot are all from J.K.Rowling's book "Harry
Potter and the Philosopher's Stone". I just re-write it from a different
point of view. No money is being made by this attempt of fanfiction.
A/N: Beta-read (as always) by the best big brotherin whole wide world -
Luinthoron. Thank you. Oh, and I'm still in need for another beta. It's
really getting frustrating...
--Altair
Dear Diary!
I'm worried about Ron. It seems that Norbert's bite was poisonous as his
hand was swollen twice its natural size where he'd bitten him by
morning. Ron's. Norbert. Ron. He wouldn't go to the hospital wing,
though. He was afraid that the nurse would recognize the wound for what
it was - a dragon bite - and start asking questions. He wouldn't go
before afternoon when the wound had turned some shade of green. It
looked bad. Really. It almost hurt even to look at the bite wound, I
still can't believe Ron managed to get through the day (at least until
he discovered the greenish colouring of his wound) without passing out
once. I would have lost consciousness before breakfast! Maybe he's
tougher than I thought. Anyway. Ron went to the hospital wing after
lunch. And we went to visit him after classes. He was in a terrible
state. Really. It hadn't helped a bit that Malfoy had been up there
before us, taunting Ron and threatening to tell Madam Pomfrey who'm Ron
really had recieved the bite from. Ron had told her he'd gotten bitten
by a dog. Well, even if the nurse suspects anything, she hasn't spoken
about it. Well, it also didn't help much with Ron's condition that
Malfoy had been seen by the nurse and he'd told her he'd come to borrow
a book. And that he'd taken the book that Charlie's letter was in. That
would mean, he knows that we're going to send Norbert away and when and
where it's going to take place. We can't even change plans, there's no
way an owl could reach Charlie before Saturday AND he'd have send a note
to his friends as well. So we're just hoping for the best. It's good
no-one knows about the Cloak. We told Hagrid about Saturday, too. He'll
have two days to say good-bye to his little baby dragon. It's almost
like taking a baby away from it's mum if you're looking at Hagrid. But
it'll be for the best. For Norbert. And for Hagrid. And for Hagrid's
wooden hut. And for the school (students and staff) as well. I wish it
was Saturday already.
Good night, Diary
Hermione
A/N: Please, please, please, review!!!
disclaimer each chapter? Well, try some time. It's more difficult than
writing a whole new story! Well. Where was I? Ah, yes. Disclaimer... The
characters, places and plot are all from J.K.Rowling's book "Harry
Potter and the Philosopher's Stone". I just re-write it from a different
point of view. No money is being made by this attempt of fanfiction.
A/N: Beta-read (as always) by the best big brotherin whole wide world -
Luinthoron. Thank you. Oh, and I'm still in need for another beta. It's
really getting frustrating...
--Altair
Dear Diary!
I'm worried about Ron. It seems that Norbert's bite was poisonous as his
hand was swollen twice its natural size where he'd bitten him by
morning. Ron's. Norbert. Ron. He wouldn't go to the hospital wing,
though. He was afraid that the nurse would recognize the wound for what
it was - a dragon bite - and start asking questions. He wouldn't go
before afternoon when the wound had turned some shade of green. It
looked bad. Really. It almost hurt even to look at the bite wound, I
still can't believe Ron managed to get through the day (at least until
he discovered the greenish colouring of his wound) without passing out
once. I would have lost consciousness before breakfast! Maybe he's
tougher than I thought. Anyway. Ron went to the hospital wing after
lunch. And we went to visit him after classes. He was in a terrible
state. Really. It hadn't helped a bit that Malfoy had been up there
before us, taunting Ron and threatening to tell Madam Pomfrey who'm Ron
really had recieved the bite from. Ron had told her he'd gotten bitten
by a dog. Well, even if the nurse suspects anything, she hasn't spoken
about it. Well, it also didn't help much with Ron's condition that
Malfoy had been seen by the nurse and he'd told her he'd come to borrow
a book. And that he'd taken the book that Charlie's letter was in. That
would mean, he knows that we're going to send Norbert away and when and
where it's going to take place. We can't even change plans, there's no
way an owl could reach Charlie before Saturday AND he'd have send a note
to his friends as well. So we're just hoping for the best. It's good
no-one knows about the Cloak. We told Hagrid about Saturday, too. He'll
have two days to say good-bye to his little baby dragon. It's almost
like taking a baby away from it's mum if you're looking at Hagrid. But
it'll be for the best. For Norbert. And for Hagrid. And for Hagrid's
wooden hut. And for the school (students and staff) as well. I wish it
was Saturday already.
Good night, Diary
Hermione
A/N: Please, please, please, review!!!