Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
And on a side note... my birthday is October 6. Anyway, on with the show! (or story) :-)
Thursday, October 6, 1978
Dear Diary,
It's 3:00 in the afternoon and I'm in the school library (even though I'm not supposed to be here). I hope I don't get caught, because I'm skipping Care of Magical Creatures for this. I sneaked off when James and Sirius weren't looking, and I had the oddest feeling. It was like something was pulling me towards the library. When I came here, I headed towards a certain section (no, not the restricted section) of the library sub-consiously, and found myself in front of books, whose subjects were about time-turning. That's where I am now.
I just pulled a book off the shelf called Time-Traveling. I'm looking through it, but it's only about time-turners, and how dangerous it is to go back in time. It goes on to say that if you do go back in time, you should make sure that you are not seen by your past self, or something really bad could happen, like my past self could kill my future self.
I should know how dangerous time-traveling is, because in my 3rd year, Hermione and I went back in time to save a hippogriff and my godfather. And now of course, I'm stuck here, in the time of my parents. I must be careful not to cause a paradox. That would not be very good at all. I should probably put this book back. Just a minute.
~*~
WHOA!!! Something really strange just happened! I don't know how to explain it, but as I was putting the book away, something fell on me, and I blacked out for I don't know how long. No, just a couple minutes, because I checked my watch. Anyway, when I woke up, I wasn't in the castle, that's for sure. I was (or I am) near a sort of watch tower. Interesting. I think I'll go check it out, and then get back to you. I wonder where I am? Oh well, at least I have you and my wand with me.
Later...
LIke I said earlier, I'd check out the watch tower, and then get back to you. Well, when I reached the foot of the hill where the watch tower was, I was met by two creatures. They had a sword each, and they were pointing them at me.
"Hey, who are you, and what are you doing?" said one.
"Where did you come from? Are you an enemy?" said the other.
"My name is Harry Potter." I said, looking warily at the swords. "I come from England."
"And how did you get here?" said the first one said testily.
"I... I don't know. First I was in the school library, putting A book away. Something fell on me, and- and then the next thing I knew I was here."
"Well," said the second one to the first, "I think we can trust him. But first we'll have to talk to Strider about him." Who Strider was, I didn't know, obviously.
They both turned to me.
"My name is Pippin," said the first one, "And this is Sam."
"Uh... Ok." I said.
"We'll take you to a little cave we found just over here, and when Strider, and Merry, and Frodo come back, we'll have to talk to Strider about you."
"Ok..." I said, as we went towards the cave. "Who's Strider?"
"He's a ranger, a human, like you," said Sam
"And who are Merry and Frodo?"
"They're hobbits, like us."
"Oh." I said, as we went into the cave.
Right then Aragorn, Merry and Frodo came back, and they came into the cave, looking a little scared. And then they saw me.
"Who are you?!" said the one, who I guessed was called Strider.
"I'm Harry Potter." I said, and I told him what I told Sam and Pippin, about how I ended up here. I also told him about my wand, and how I could do magic with it. Don't ask me why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He decided he could trust me.
Strider introduced me to Frodo and Merry. He said that Frodo is carrying a certain ring, he says it's evil and has to be destroyed somewhere called Mount Doom. I didn't ask any questions about it, which seemed to be the right thing to do, don't ask why. Merry seemed friendly enough.
A few hours later, it was getting dark, so Aragorn gathered some wood, and I set it with fire from my wand (the hobbits are fascinated by my wand. They keep telling me I have to meet another friend of theirs, Gandalf, who's a wizard).
Now Aragorn is singing some song about an elvish warrior. I think I'll stop writing and listen to it
And on a side note... my birthday is October 6. Anyway, on with the show! (or story) :-)
Thursday, October 6, 1978
Dear Diary,
It's 3:00 in the afternoon and I'm in the school library (even though I'm not supposed to be here). I hope I don't get caught, because I'm skipping Care of Magical Creatures for this. I sneaked off when James and Sirius weren't looking, and I had the oddest feeling. It was like something was pulling me towards the library. When I came here, I headed towards a certain section (no, not the restricted section) of the library sub-consiously, and found myself in front of books, whose subjects were about time-turning. That's where I am now.
I just pulled a book off the shelf called Time-Traveling. I'm looking through it, but it's only about time-turners, and how dangerous it is to go back in time. It goes on to say that if you do go back in time, you should make sure that you are not seen by your past self, or something really bad could happen, like my past self could kill my future self.
I should know how dangerous time-traveling is, because in my 3rd year, Hermione and I went back in time to save a hippogriff and my godfather. And now of course, I'm stuck here, in the time of my parents. I must be careful not to cause a paradox. That would not be very good at all. I should probably put this book back. Just a minute.
~*~
WHOA!!! Something really strange just happened! I don't know how to explain it, but as I was putting the book away, something fell on me, and I blacked out for I don't know how long. No, just a couple minutes, because I checked my watch. Anyway, when I woke up, I wasn't in the castle, that's for sure. I was (or I am) near a sort of watch tower. Interesting. I think I'll go check it out, and then get back to you. I wonder where I am? Oh well, at least I have you and my wand with me.
Later...
LIke I said earlier, I'd check out the watch tower, and then get back to you. Well, when I reached the foot of the hill where the watch tower was, I was met by two creatures. They had a sword each, and they were pointing them at me.
"Hey, who are you, and what are you doing?" said one.
"Where did you come from? Are you an enemy?" said the other.
"My name is Harry Potter." I said, looking warily at the swords. "I come from England."
"And how did you get here?" said the first one said testily.
"I... I don't know. First I was in the school library, putting A book away. Something fell on me, and- and then the next thing I knew I was here."
"Well," said the second one to the first, "I think we can trust him. But first we'll have to talk to Strider about him." Who Strider was, I didn't know, obviously.
They both turned to me.
"My name is Pippin," said the first one, "And this is Sam."
"Uh... Ok." I said.
"We'll take you to a little cave we found just over here, and when Strider, and Merry, and Frodo come back, we'll have to talk to Strider about you."
"Ok..." I said, as we went towards the cave. "Who's Strider?"
"He's a ranger, a human, like you," said Sam
"And who are Merry and Frodo?"
"They're hobbits, like us."
"Oh." I said, as we went into the cave.
Right then Aragorn, Merry and Frodo came back, and they came into the cave, looking a little scared. And then they saw me.
"Who are you?!" said the one, who I guessed was called Strider.
"I'm Harry Potter." I said, and I told him what I told Sam and Pippin, about how I ended up here. I also told him about my wand, and how I could do magic with it. Don't ask me why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He decided he could trust me.
Strider introduced me to Frodo and Merry. He said that Frodo is carrying a certain ring, he says it's evil and has to be destroyed somewhere called Mount Doom. I didn't ask any questions about it, which seemed to be the right thing to do, don't ask why. Merry seemed friendly enough.
A few hours later, it was getting dark, so Aragorn gathered some wood, and I set it with fire from my wand (the hobbits are fascinated by my wand. They keep telling me I have to meet another friend of theirs, Gandalf, who's a wizard).
Now Aragorn is singing some song about an elvish warrior. I think I'll stop writing and listen to it