July 27, 1999 There's nothing important or interesting happening today here. I got a lot of time to think this morning. I pretended that I was still asleep and Aunt Petunia didn't bother me. I mostly thought about Sirius, (I know I didn't know him for long, but we had a real bond, he was the fatherly figure in my life, I looked up to him, he was my friend. And now he's gone, and it's my fault. Everyone's trying to convince me that it wasn't, but if I hadn't fallen for Voldemort's stupid mind trick, Sirius would still be alive and I wouldn't be stuck in the Muggle world, separated from everyone and everything that's important to me.) But I thought a bit about my friends, Ron and Hermione particularly. What are they doing now? Probably eating dinner with the rest of the Order. I wish I could be there, but I can't go for another month. I can't wait for my birthday. Something weird is happening though. I didn't think about Ron as much as I should have. I thought about Hermione a lot more. I thought about everything I liked about her. Her eyes, her hair, her smile, and her personality. I've felt like this once before, but that wasn't about Hermione. I'm probably just imagining things. After a hard break-up you always jump to conclusions, Hermione's my friend--that's all! She's great and lovely and beautiful and sweet--but I guess I'm just trying to find someone to get over Cho--yeah that must be it--I hope! Hmm maybe I'll speak to Ron about it, wait Ron and girl advice, those words don't belong in a sentence together! I suppose I could ask Siri-..oh. This is really going to be hard to get used to.
Yours,
Harry Potter