"From the Brilliant Mind of Harry Potter" by Quidditch, Anyone?


Chapter Four




25 September


Who'd of thought it's so bloody hard to write journals?!?! Dumbledore asked if I had been able to... what was it? "Draw any conclusions whatsoever, direct or indirect, linked to anything relating to the Dark Lord." I wanted to say this was one of the most insensible ideas that I have ever heard of, because not only is this not helping, but it's just another bad aspect of this year, which I already can't stand.


Well, I didn't really say that.


But I did tell him I wasn't able to figure anything out. He reckons I should keep at it though. It's barely been a month at school, so he didn't really expect anything extraordinary to happen. I didn't really expect his brought all of his sanity to Hogwarts this year.


I didn't say that, either.


Will keep looking, though. Funny, the one time I'm actually looking for trouble, it decides to take a holiday and leave me with an impatient watch and an inky quill.


Still looking,

Harry



28 September


Very weird thing happened today while I was finishing up weekend homework for tomorrow. Can't recall exact conversation, but it was something like this:


GINNY: Hiya, Harry.

ME: Hello.

GINNY: Look, er Harry... I was wondering if you could help me out with something.

ME: Sure, Ginny. What is it?

GINNY: Well, it's just that... I think you might want to help me in some... pairing up, if you know what I mean.

ME: Erm, not really. What's 'pairing up'?

GINNY: Oh, c'mon, Harry. I know you've noticed them, too. It's annoying, isn't it? Just watching them muck things up even more? I thought they might appreciate some... help.

ME:

GINNY: And since I really couldn't do it all on my own, I want you to have a part in this, too.

ME:

GINNY: Right, well, I guess you're not really interested. Sorry to bother you.

ME:


If I didn't already know that Ginny was so shy and scared to death of me, I might think that she was, you know... trying to insinuate that she sort of... you know- liked me. Very weird way to do it. I mean, if that was what she was doing, after all. But is Ginny was trying to tell me something else, then what the Galleons is it?


Extremely confused,

Harry



1 October


What I will do this month:

- Find something relating to Dark Magic

- My homework

- My schoolwork

- Just about anything with the word 'work' in it

- Practice quidditch


What I will not do this month:

- Continuously state how stupid journals are

- Let Snape get to me

- Try to 'loose' my journal as an excuse not to write in it

- Loose to Hufflepuff in this week's match

- Accept food, hair, school, or other types of products from the Weasley twins (my hair's only just turned from bright orange feathers back to normal)

- Write in very large, curly letters in attempt to fill more space in my journal


Harry



4 October


First match of the year! We flattened Hufflepuff by a margin of over 250 points! They couldn't even get a goal in! Katie's done a v.g. job training us. That cup's got our name on it this year!!!


That oaf of a Seeker Murry couldn't see the Snitch even after I'd caught it! Was still fifty feet above the ground, squinting in the sun while the rest of his team and our team were down there after the match. Had to send one of their Beaters up there to tell him they'd lost. What a game!


Something bugged me about the game, though. We played spectacularly, but afterwards when I was looking for Ron and Hermione, Seamus and Dean told me they hadn't showed up. Then Lavender told me she'd seen Hermione going into the library with tears in her eyes, but hadn't seen Ron. Something fishy, if you ask me.


Harry



5 October


Ron told me nothing about Hermione and the match! He said he 'forgot' to come. I told him I couldn't care less about whether or not he came as long as he told me what was wrong with Hermione.


"It's not my responsibility to know about every stupid little thing that sets her off!"


Exact quote, I swear.



Still 5 October


Found a two things under Ron's desk: a torn piece of fabric and several small pieces of paper. Upon closer inspection I found they were in fact a ripped pair of minute Bulgarian quidditch robes and a loopy, hurried sort of autograph that looked quite familiar- torn to pieces.


I'm thinking Ginny knows a lot about something I don't.


Intrigued,

Harry





Tremendously tempted to end this with H to the Rizzay, but Harry doesn't strike me as the hip music type. Better suggestions would be appreciated.