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The Personal Journal of Harry Potter
Private!
Hello there Muggle. My name is Harry Potter. If you are reading this you have found my secret diary. That means I have to kill you now… just kidding. Since you are here already I figured that you would like to know who I am and why I am here.
Well to tell you the truth I am a Wizard. Now don't go looking for the Police and having me committed to an asylum because it is true. I can do magic. It all started because I was born to two magical People. My parents James and Lily Potter.
They were killed when I was a baby, which made me have to live with the Dursley's. But I don't want to talk about them.
When I was 11 I found out that I was indeed a wizard. Hagrid my now Care of Magical Creatures Teacher, (yes I said Magical Creatures), took me to get my supplies. He also told me how I became famous. Yes, famous. You see, when my parents were killed by Lord Voldemort, (Yes I said the bloody name. If you flinched you must be magical), A very dark wizard. However, when the git tried to kill me his curse backfired. Instead of hurting me the curse reflected off of me and hit him leaving me with this scar. Its shaped like a lightening bolt, as you see.
Anyway back to my story… Not much happened after I went to Hogwarts until my fourth year I fought Voldemort by means of my DADA teacher, Saved the school by killing a huge snake and sticking its fang in a diary, found out that my DADA teacher was a werewolf and my fathers friend, saved my godfather and best friends.
My fourth year changed everything though. I was a school champion. But that's not important. That was the year Cedric died and the year Voldemort came back to power, by means of Wormtail successfully creating a potion in which several Items were used. The Git!
After Voldemort came back to life, my life changed. I was no longer Harry Potter The Boy Who Lived. I was Harry Potter, The boy Who Lied! I was no longer the famous boy I was the previous year. I was even almost expelled because I used magic out of school.
HEY IS THAT COFFE YOU ARE DRINKING…. NO! NO!……..
Several paragraphs are smudged due your spilling coffee
Any way As I was saying My DADA teachers were all worthless except for Lupin. He was the only one who knew what he was doing. Professor Lupin was my father's friend too. And to tell you the truth Wormtail was too to my disgust. My godfather Sirius Black was killed in my fifth year. By his cousin no less. Huh What was that Ron? Oh its time for Charms Class… Well I better Hide this in my Trunk and get to class… Thanks for reading this.
Harry Potter
The Boy who lived…. In a fridge … (well I would be if My Aunt and Uncle weren't scared of my Powers)