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Author's Note: Starting from here, I – Moony – am taking charge of the Hogwarts Diaries, originally conceived by Prongs. She got tired of the idea, and since she stole one of mine (A Gilderoy Lockhart story that she has yet to post), she gave me this in return. I hope you enjoy it!
PS: I'm sorry if the writing style is kind of scattered. I was trying to figure out how someone would write in a diary, and I decided that it would be as jumbled as the thoughts in the writer's head. But then again, I wouldn't know. I've never written a diary.
Second Diary
Chapter Two of the Hogwarts Diaries
By Sienna Moony
Dear Diary,
I hardly think it's fair. He always leaves me behind in the dust, as if he doesn't think I can handle it, or like he thinks I'll tell on him. I know what goes on with him and his friends. I'm not stupid, though they may think otherwise, and I can tell that they have a burden. 'Course, they're so secretive, I never find out what it is until the end of the semester, but I always have my suspicions.
I just want to help them.
I just want to help HIM.
They always take the repsonsibility onto their own shoulders and don't bother to think of the consequences. What would happen if they died? Do they think that no one would care?
Everyone thinks I fancy Harry. I do, but that's not the reason I go red or can't speak when he's around. It's because I know that they're not telling me something, and I'm afraid that I'll confront him if I don't keep my mouth shut. I have fantasies about going to save them when they're in trouble, and they thank me and tell me about their latest adventure. I want to help them, so I can be there to be sure they're safe, or to fight by their side.
I love them all, though they might not know it. Especially him.
Ron. I care for him so much. I want to be just like him when I'm older, 'cept still a girl. He may not really understand, but he's my best friend. All the others take care of me, like him, but he actually goes out of his way to look OUT for me. I want the very best for him in his life.
I used to want her to marry him. I always wanted her as a sister, and I thought if they ended up together, things would be perfect. But I watch them together, and they act more like Ron and I – brother and sister – than like actual lovers. Besides, though I tried to deny it. . . she likes Harry.
I don't hate her, though I think I should. But she's brilliant and witty and caring, and it's hard to look at her like competition. I want her to be happy, and I want Harry to be happy, and if being together is what they need, then I'll put on a smile and wish them luck. That's what I told myself last night when I saw them holding hands. Ron thought it was a bit weird, but he told me they were an item.
So I'll try and smile for them when I go down to play exploding snap.
They're all happy. So I am, too.
So why does it hurt so much?
Love always,
Virginia Weasley
Author's Note: Starting from here, I – Moony – am taking charge of the Hogwarts Diaries, originally conceived by Prongs. She got tired of the idea, and since she stole one of mine (A Gilderoy Lockhart story that she has yet to post), she gave me this in return. I hope you enjoy it!
PS: I'm sorry if the writing style is kind of scattered. I was trying to figure out how someone would write in a diary, and I decided that it would be as jumbled as the thoughts in the writer's head. But then again, I wouldn't know. I've never written a diary.
Second Diary
Chapter Two of the Hogwarts Diaries
By Sienna Moony
Dear Diary,
I hardly think it's fair. He always leaves me behind in the dust, as if he doesn't think I can handle it, or like he thinks I'll tell on him. I know what goes on with him and his friends. I'm not stupid, though they may think otherwise, and I can tell that they have a burden. 'Course, they're so secretive, I never find out what it is until the end of the semester, but I always have my suspicions.
I just want to help them.
I just want to help HIM.
They always take the repsonsibility onto their own shoulders and don't bother to think of the consequences. What would happen if they died? Do they think that no one would care?
Everyone thinks I fancy Harry. I do, but that's not the reason I go red or can't speak when he's around. It's because I know that they're not telling me something, and I'm afraid that I'll confront him if I don't keep my mouth shut. I have fantasies about going to save them when they're in trouble, and they thank me and tell me about their latest adventure. I want to help them, so I can be there to be sure they're safe, or to fight by their side.
I love them all, though they might not know it. Especially him.
Ron. I care for him so much. I want to be just like him when I'm older, 'cept still a girl. He may not really understand, but he's my best friend. All the others take care of me, like him, but he actually goes out of his way to look OUT for me. I want the very best for him in his life.
I used to want her to marry him. I always wanted her as a sister, and I thought if they ended up together, things would be perfect. But I watch them together, and they act more like Ron and I – brother and sister – than like actual lovers. Besides, though I tried to deny it. . . she likes Harry.
I don't hate her, though I think I should. But she's brilliant and witty and caring, and it's hard to look at her like competition. I want her to be happy, and I want Harry to be happy, and if being together is what they need, then I'll put on a smile and wish them luck. That's what I told myself last night when I saw them holding hands. Ron thought it was a bit weird, but he told me they were an item.
So I'll try and smile for them when I go down to play exploding snap.
They're all happy. So I am, too.
So why does it hurt so much?
Love always,
Virginia Weasley