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To my Reviewers-
Pansyfan: I'm glad you liked it! The layout changes, as you will see if you read this chapter. Sorry 'bout that mindless mistake but my brain was not on the story at the time. If anyone else was wondering what "Evan opposed to anything Dark Lord" (stupid of me really) meant, I simply meant that Evan was opposed to the Dark Lord and anything having to do with the Dark Lord. I understand that my story has some flaws but I'll try and sort them out! Thanx!
Youbreakmyheart: I'm glad that you like my weird plot! (:
Thoughts Unwillingly Shared Chapter 2!
Harry stared at the book on his pillow while rubbing his head where it had hit the book. 'What the bloody hell is this doing on my pillow?' he questioned himself. He was quite irritated that an intruder on his soft warm bed was stopping him from going into a deep sleep. With much aggravation, he snatched the book off of his red pillowcase and stared at it with looks that could kill. Finally, after many hateful looks at the inanimate object, Harry opened it up and flipped the pages to look for where the writing began. He had turned at least seven pages before he realized that every page was blank. Just to make sure, he shuffled through the book using his thumb. When he had finally settled that it was indeed a diary his heart began to beat faster and his stomach seemed to do a few flips before deciding to settle down in the wrong place. Harry's last experience with a diary was not a good one.
In case it was a diary like the last, Harry took the quill from his pocket that he had been using to figure out a crossword puzzle in 'The Quibbler' and began to write on the first page.
'My name is' Harry paused for a second and thought better of writing his name. Instead he settled on 'Neville Longbottom'.
He waited about a minute for his writing to fade or the diary to write back and when neither did as he had dreaded them to do he wrote again.
'Hello?'
Still nothing happened. Harry began to realize that the diary did not have someone's memories concealed in it and felt quite silly. He also began to wonder where the diary had come from. 'Probably a present from Dobby' Harry decided 'nice change from his usual gift of socks'. With that, he averted his attention to the diary itself and started to write in it after scribbling out his attempts to make conversation with it.
'I have never had a diary before because they seemed quite feminine to me. That, and because the Dursleys never really thought I would have anything interesting to write about. To make Dobby feel good (if this is from Dobby), I'll say that it was mainly the latter.
'Today is my first day back at Hogwarts for 6th year. I must say, I am looking forward to this year as opposed to summer. Dudley and his friends left me alone through most of it. Every once in a while they would crack their knuckles when near me. I think that Dudley might have told them about me being a "freak" because they usually wouldn't have left me alone like they did. Although, if he had done that they probably would have stopped coming around because they would think he was a nutter.
'I'm glad that I can be back at school with my friends as well. All summer I had to mourn alone over my godfather's death. Back at school, at least I can be with my friends and occupy myself with schoolwork to keep my mind off of Sirius. I suppose I'm still half-expecting him to just come back alive or even as a ghost but I have been assured many times that he is gone. It hurts though. It really does. I'm just happy that the Ministry is back on our side and captured those damned Death Eaters that destroyed my last hopes of a family. Especially Lucius Malfoy. Bet his sons not too happy about that. He probably looked up to his father for being such a powerful dark wizard but what he didn't realize was that he was just another one of Voldemort's deadly puppets! Stupid Malfoy, always thinking so highly of his family. I'm glad that their family is almost as ruined as mine. I don't feel sorry for him a bit. Not after what he has said about Ron's, Hermione's, and my family. Well, I'm off to bed. Honestly, I can't believe I would waste my precious sleeping time with this! -Harry Potter'
Harry marked his place with the blue strap dangling from the spine of the diary, closed it, and set it on his bedside table. He then flopped into bed and fell asleep to the snores of the four boy's surrounding him. But what he didn't realize was that it was rather three people snoring than four.
Sooo sorry it's short! PLEASE REVIEW!!! Go easy on me though because I recently deleted one of my other stories because of a few quite rude flames.
NEXT CHAPTER: What Draco Malfoy writes.
To my Reviewers-
Pansyfan: I'm glad you liked it! The layout changes, as you will see if you read this chapter. Sorry 'bout that mindless mistake but my brain was not on the story at the time. If anyone else was wondering what "Evan opposed to anything Dark Lord" (stupid of me really) meant, I simply meant that Evan was opposed to the Dark Lord and anything having to do with the Dark Lord. I understand that my story has some flaws but I'll try and sort them out! Thanx!
Youbreakmyheart: I'm glad that you like my weird plot! (:
Thoughts Unwillingly Shared Chapter 2!
Harry stared at the book on his pillow while rubbing his head where it had hit the book. 'What the bloody hell is this doing on my pillow?' he questioned himself. He was quite irritated that an intruder on his soft warm bed was stopping him from going into a deep sleep. With much aggravation, he snatched the book off of his red pillowcase and stared at it with looks that could kill. Finally, after many hateful looks at the inanimate object, Harry opened it up and flipped the pages to look for where the writing began. He had turned at least seven pages before he realized that every page was blank. Just to make sure, he shuffled through the book using his thumb. When he had finally settled that it was indeed a diary his heart began to beat faster and his stomach seemed to do a few flips before deciding to settle down in the wrong place. Harry's last experience with a diary was not a good one.
In case it was a diary like the last, Harry took the quill from his pocket that he had been using to figure out a crossword puzzle in 'The Quibbler' and began to write on the first page.
'My name is' Harry paused for a second and thought better of writing his name. Instead he settled on 'Neville Longbottom'.
He waited about a minute for his writing to fade or the diary to write back and when neither did as he had dreaded them to do he wrote again.
'Hello?'
Still nothing happened. Harry began to realize that the diary did not have someone's memories concealed in it and felt quite silly. He also began to wonder where the diary had come from. 'Probably a present from Dobby' Harry decided 'nice change from his usual gift of socks'. With that, he averted his attention to the diary itself and started to write in it after scribbling out his attempts to make conversation with it.
'I have never had a diary before because they seemed quite feminine to me. That, and because the Dursleys never really thought I would have anything interesting to write about. To make Dobby feel good (if this is from Dobby), I'll say that it was mainly the latter.
'Today is my first day back at Hogwarts for 6th year. I must say, I am looking forward to this year as opposed to summer. Dudley and his friends left me alone through most of it. Every once in a while they would crack their knuckles when near me. I think that Dudley might have told them about me being a "freak" because they usually wouldn't have left me alone like they did. Although, if he had done that they probably would have stopped coming around because they would think he was a nutter.
'I'm glad that I can be back at school with my friends as well. All summer I had to mourn alone over my godfather's death. Back at school, at least I can be with my friends and occupy myself with schoolwork to keep my mind off of Sirius. I suppose I'm still half-expecting him to just come back alive or even as a ghost but I have been assured many times that he is gone. It hurts though. It really does. I'm just happy that the Ministry is back on our side and captured those damned Death Eaters that destroyed my last hopes of a family. Especially Lucius Malfoy. Bet his sons not too happy about that. He probably looked up to his father for being such a powerful dark wizard but what he didn't realize was that he was just another one of Voldemort's deadly puppets! Stupid Malfoy, always thinking so highly of his family. I'm glad that their family is almost as ruined as mine. I don't feel sorry for him a bit. Not after what he has said about Ron's, Hermione's, and my family. Well, I'm off to bed. Honestly, I can't believe I would waste my precious sleeping time with this! -Harry Potter'
Harry marked his place with the blue strap dangling from the spine of the diary, closed it, and set it on his bedside table. He then flopped into bed and fell asleep to the snores of the four boy's surrounding him. But what he didn't realize was that it was rather three people snoring than four.
Sooo sorry it's short! PLEASE REVIEW!!! Go easy on me though because I recently deleted one of my other stories because of a few quite rude flames.
NEXT CHAPTER: What Draco Malfoy writes.