March 15 - June 1, 1971
Dear Diary, March 15, 1971
Something horrible happened, and it was caused by the attack against Hogwarts on my birthday. Apparently the evil wizard Voldemort who killed my biological father, and cursed my mother with an incurable disease, entered Hogwarts grounds that day. For a week a Hufflepuff girl was missing, and yesterday some Slytherin students found her body hidden deep in the forbidden forest during a detention. This girl was half muggle. I was very upset by this, knowing that it could have been me. The dark wizard who had attempted to curse me, had used an illegal curse. Dumbledore is nearly in pieces, because he feels it is his fault that she has died, because Hogwarts was not sufficiently protected before. The thing was Voldemort had not been a threat to Hogwarts until that fateful day last week. I feel terrible for this girl's parents, I think her name was Melanie Kriscoll, and I read in the wizard paper that they feel guilty for sending her to the wizarding world to her doom. It is not their fault, but when someone close to you dies, you believe it is your fault. No matter how irrational your excuse to blame yourself is, you believe it is true. This happened to me when my cat Mishy died when I was seven. I thought it was my fault that she got cancer because the food I fed her was unhealthy. Blaming myself for Mishy's death was how I avoided coming to terms with my loss. I told James about this, and he told me that he is sure that he would have felt the same way.
I wish my birthday had not been the day that Voldemort struck. It was supposed to be my special day, not the day that brought terror and grief into Hogwarts. Well I am rather depressed right now, and I don't even have classes to take my mind off the terrible finding that those Slytherins made. They have been canceled in honor of poor Melanie Kriscoll. I need to talk to James, because as they say, "misery loves company."
Sincerely, Lily
Dear Diary, March 25, 1971
Today is a much better day than when I wrote last week. Our classes have resumed, and life is back to its monotonous schedule. Monotone is much better than excitement, because some excitement is not pleasant. When something "exciting" occurs, it may be something that is also tragic. I know this through experience. Well today I did not have Potions. I am always pleased when I do not have that class, for it is duller than dull, and I have it with the Slytherins, and that just makes it a thousand times worse. Oh, on a more positive note, I received an A on my latest charms essay. Professor Flitwick told me that he is seriously considering placing me in advanced Charms in my third year. I am so pleased to excel in something. I mean all of my friends are "the best" at something, and I couldn't bear it if I was not. James is the best seeker in Hogwarts history, and Anise is the best singing witch in our school. She is invited to the balls to sing, and she always tells me all about how thrilling the balls are. I can not wait until my fourth year, for then I can experience the thrill of ball going myself.
Tonight James is going to teach me to fly. Before Quidditch practice he is going to help me overcome me fear of heights and falling. I am anxious to learn how to enjoy that art. I will write more later, after my flying lesson.
LATER:
The flying lesson went well overall. James first taught me how to sit up straight and tall, and to hold on to the broomstick tightly, in other words, how to hold on for dear life at the same time. It was nearly impossible at first to not sit hunched over clutching the broomstick until my arms went limp from overuse. James has faith in me though, and he is determined that by our next flying lesson, I will be able to ascend into the air flying in the way that he directed me to. I do not believe that that is possible, but James seems to.
Sincerely, Lils
Dear Diary, June 1, 1971
Whoa!!! I have been so busy in the past couple of months that I neglected you!!! I have never forgotten to write in this diary for more than a month. Well this entry will be very long, as I have much to tell.
April was extremely dull. I barely remember what happened during that month. All I recall is taking an extremely difficult exam in transfiguration, which I barely passed.
May was slightly more eventful. One day James' father sent him an invisibility cloak out of the blue. James has not ceased to tease me about my reaction to the cloak when he first wore it. I had shrieked and then begun to cry, because I thought the cloak was full of dark magic, and had been sent by a dark wizard disguising it as a gift from James' father. I thought that this evil dark wizards' intent was to make James disappear. This was all before I realized that the cloak was no ordinary cloak. I am still a bit wary of it though, for it does seem to have a hint of black magic in it.
Yesterday I finished all of my final exams. The Hogwarts express is to arrive in an hour to take all of us students back home. Anise and I barely slept a wink last night, we instead stayed up into the wee hours of the morning bawling because we won't see each other for three entire months. It seems silly now, three months will fly by, and before we know it we will be at King's Cross station ready for another magical year at Hogwarts.
I do not have to part with James because he is coming to stay with my family for the first month of summer vacation. I am very pleased that Mum and Dad allowed him to stay at our house for some time, because they have postponed my tearful farewell with James. James has just come into my dormitory to help me finish packing, as I am terrible at it. All of my things will not fit in my bags. It is quite frustrating. Anise insisted that she would help, but she was in the same predicament last night that I am in now. Well I promise to write more sooner rather than later.
Sincerely, Lils
Dear Diary, March 15, 1971
Something horrible happened, and it was caused by the attack against Hogwarts on my birthday. Apparently the evil wizard Voldemort who killed my biological father, and cursed my mother with an incurable disease, entered Hogwarts grounds that day. For a week a Hufflepuff girl was missing, and yesterday some Slytherin students found her body hidden deep in the forbidden forest during a detention. This girl was half muggle. I was very upset by this, knowing that it could have been me. The dark wizard who had attempted to curse me, had used an illegal curse. Dumbledore is nearly in pieces, because he feels it is his fault that she has died, because Hogwarts was not sufficiently protected before. The thing was Voldemort had not been a threat to Hogwarts until that fateful day last week. I feel terrible for this girl's parents, I think her name was Melanie Kriscoll, and I read in the wizard paper that they feel guilty for sending her to the wizarding world to her doom. It is not their fault, but when someone close to you dies, you believe it is your fault. No matter how irrational your excuse to blame yourself is, you believe it is true. This happened to me when my cat Mishy died when I was seven. I thought it was my fault that she got cancer because the food I fed her was unhealthy. Blaming myself for Mishy's death was how I avoided coming to terms with my loss. I told James about this, and he told me that he is sure that he would have felt the same way.
I wish my birthday had not been the day that Voldemort struck. It was supposed to be my special day, not the day that brought terror and grief into Hogwarts. Well I am rather depressed right now, and I don't even have classes to take my mind off the terrible finding that those Slytherins made. They have been canceled in honor of poor Melanie Kriscoll. I need to talk to James, because as they say, "misery loves company."
Sincerely, Lily
Dear Diary, March 25, 1971
Today is a much better day than when I wrote last week. Our classes have resumed, and life is back to its monotonous schedule. Monotone is much better than excitement, because some excitement is not pleasant. When something "exciting" occurs, it may be something that is also tragic. I know this through experience. Well today I did not have Potions. I am always pleased when I do not have that class, for it is duller than dull, and I have it with the Slytherins, and that just makes it a thousand times worse. Oh, on a more positive note, I received an A on my latest charms essay. Professor Flitwick told me that he is seriously considering placing me in advanced Charms in my third year. I am so pleased to excel in something. I mean all of my friends are "the best" at something, and I couldn't bear it if I was not. James is the best seeker in Hogwarts history, and Anise is the best singing witch in our school. She is invited to the balls to sing, and she always tells me all about how thrilling the balls are. I can not wait until my fourth year, for then I can experience the thrill of ball going myself.
Tonight James is going to teach me to fly. Before Quidditch practice he is going to help me overcome me fear of heights and falling. I am anxious to learn how to enjoy that art. I will write more later, after my flying lesson.
LATER:
The flying lesson went well overall. James first taught me how to sit up straight and tall, and to hold on to the broomstick tightly, in other words, how to hold on for dear life at the same time. It was nearly impossible at first to not sit hunched over clutching the broomstick until my arms went limp from overuse. James has faith in me though, and he is determined that by our next flying lesson, I will be able to ascend into the air flying in the way that he directed me to. I do not believe that that is possible, but James seems to.
Sincerely, Lils
Dear Diary, June 1, 1971
Whoa!!! I have been so busy in the past couple of months that I neglected you!!! I have never forgotten to write in this diary for more than a month. Well this entry will be very long, as I have much to tell.
April was extremely dull. I barely remember what happened during that month. All I recall is taking an extremely difficult exam in transfiguration, which I barely passed.
May was slightly more eventful. One day James' father sent him an invisibility cloak out of the blue. James has not ceased to tease me about my reaction to the cloak when he first wore it. I had shrieked and then begun to cry, because I thought the cloak was full of dark magic, and had been sent by a dark wizard disguising it as a gift from James' father. I thought that this evil dark wizards' intent was to make James disappear. This was all before I realized that the cloak was no ordinary cloak. I am still a bit wary of it though, for it does seem to have a hint of black magic in it.
Yesterday I finished all of my final exams. The Hogwarts express is to arrive in an hour to take all of us students back home. Anise and I barely slept a wink last night, we instead stayed up into the wee hours of the morning bawling because we won't see each other for three entire months. It seems silly now, three months will fly by, and before we know it we will be at King's Cross station ready for another magical year at Hogwarts.
I do not have to part with James because he is coming to stay with my family for the first month of summer vacation. I am very pleased that Mum and Dad allowed him to stay at our house for some time, because they have postponed my tearful farewell with James. James has just come into my dormitory to help me finish packing, as I am terrible at it. All of my things will not fit in my bags. It is quite frustrating. Anise insisted that she would help, but she was in the same predicament last night that I am in now. Well I promise to write more sooner rather than later.
Sincerely, Lils