Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Friday, September 23, 1998
Dear Diary,
It sure is good to be out of that hospital wing! I thought I was going to go mad with boredom! Luckily I didnÕt. ItÕs almost 10:00 (in the evening, of course), and IÕm sitting on my bed.
I was allowed to leave the hospital wing about two hours ago. When I passed by the Great Hall, I noticed that there were only a very few people at the Gryffindor table (it was dinner time). Weird, I thought. When I got to the entrance to Gryffindor towers, I said the pass word (which I will not put down in writing, incase you get into the wrong hands), and I was greeted by a ÒWELCOME BACK, HARRYÓ, which, to say the least, was kind of embarassing. We all partied for a while, in which Ron was turned into a canary three times by the canary creams, but then I got tired, and decided to come up here.
Ugh, IÕm so tired. I think IÕll go to be now. Nightie-night!
Friday, September 23, 1998
Dear Diary,
It sure is good to be out of that hospital wing! I thought I was going to go mad with boredom! Luckily I didnÕt. ItÕs almost 10:00 (in the evening, of course), and IÕm sitting on my bed.
I was allowed to leave the hospital wing about two hours ago. When I passed by the Great Hall, I noticed that there were only a very few people at the Gryffindor table (it was dinner time). Weird, I thought. When I got to the entrance to Gryffindor towers, I said the pass word (which I will not put down in writing, incase you get into the wrong hands), and I was greeted by a ÒWELCOME BACK, HARRYÓ, which, to say the least, was kind of embarassing. We all partied for a while, in which Ron was turned into a canary three times by the canary creams, but then I got tired, and decided to come up here.
Ugh, IÕm so tired. I think IÕll go to be now. Nightie-night!