"From the Brilliant Mind of Harry Potter," by Quidditch, Anyone?
31 August- last day at the Weasley's.
Dumbledore told me to do it. He thinks by my keeping of a journal (I absolutely refuse to call it a diary- Fred and George have already made their share of comments about it), I might be able to spot some sort of pattern, or anything of that matter, to figure out more about Voldemort and everything that's going on. I think it odd, though, that he told me to write everything about my life, not just the important stuff like dreams or voices. But, then again, Dumbledore is brilliant and definitely knows more about this than anyone in the world. So I'd better just listen and do what I'm told. (Oh, great, now I'm turning into Hermione.)
All right, then... what has happened so far. Er, the ministry has put some sort of force field around The Burrow, so I've stayed here the entire summer. Everything seems fine except for this huge cloud of fear that's hanging over all of our heads. I've been sticking to Hagrid's advice and trying not to dwell on anything that's not healthy. I find that's easiest, anyway, with my very favorite people all living together in the same house. I haven't had any dreams or anything out of the ordinary.
Blimey, this is difficult. I don't know how Ginny did this everyday with Riddle's diary. Pour my heart out onto paper? No thanks, I'd much rather be practicing quidditch anytime. Oh, the new captain's Katie Bell. Hopefully she won't get us up at five each morning like Oliver did, but we'll still win the cup.
Okay, anyway, back to what's really important... - - - -- --- -- - - -- - -
1 September- leaving for school.
Hmm. Something actually happened yesterday that I didn't get a chance to write down, but I've had good reason for it. I was doodling on the page, thinking about how stupid this is and how I'll ever fill this whole thing, when Ron comes stomping in the room. I hid the journal, even though I really couldn't care less if he read it at this point. I'm telling you, his face was furious like I'd never seen it before. And trust me, have I had my share of Ron's anger and stubbornness. Anyway, he comes in, slams the door off its hinges practically, and almost breaks the bed as he sits down, all this time snorting like some sort of bull. I asked him what was up, but then he just yells at me about how he never starts these fights with her, she's way too sensitive, how she always gets mad at him, not me... he's ranting on at breakneck speed and I don't even know what he's talking about. He finally pays enough attention to my asking whom and yells, "Hermione, you dolt!" Should have guessed it. For the most part they've gotten along all summer, but occasionally just the slightest spark can set either of them off.
Erm, I feel like I should write some stuff down here. I know Dumbledore said no one would read it except for me, but it's just... I don't know, weird for me to write everything down that I'm thinking. I really need to practice writing in journals. Maybe I can take a class on it instead of Potions this year.
Right, everyone's through the barrier now, and Hermione and Ginny are yelling at me to get one the train before it leaves, so I'll stop now. It's not like I really enjoy doing this anyway, plus I'm starving.
Er, sincerely... no, that doesn't sound right. Until tomorrow... nope... bye? Egh... For now, Harry? Crikey, how do I just end this bloody thing?
Done for a while,
Harry
I know it seems boring now, but it's going to be a Ron/Hermione and possibly a Harry/Ginny or Cho. Maybe. I wanted this pairing from a third party's perspective and miraculously came up with this. I'm hoping it'll turn out all right.
Until the stories stop telling and writers stop composing,
QA