Feb. 12

Dear Diary,

Not much has happened. For some reason Harry seems to be ignoring me. I honestly don't know why. Maybe it has to do with Dudley. I had been talking with Harry a lot, and Dudley hates it when people talk to him. He calls Harry a freak, and once again, I have no idea why.

We've been doing our poetry together for class, which is always the best part of my week. It's the only time, I can talk to Harry uninterrupted and not have Dudley and his friends get mad. These study sessions are the only reason I know so much about Harry and life. How he has to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, how Dudley always beats him up for no reason, how he wishes his parents were still alive…

It really makes me feel better about having an annoying and nosy sister and bossy, unforgiving parents. Sometimes I hate them so much, I wish they were dead, but then I think of what I'd feel if they actually did die and I was left alone, and I love them all over again. I know I'm probably crazy to just sit in my room, telling stupid things to an inanimate object, but it makes me feel better.

I tell Harry things as well. My annoying, bratty sister, how my parents always take her side, how books are the only things I can rely on. You want to know what he said when I told him that? He said that I could on him. Isn't that nice?

I really do like him…I sometimes I wonder if he could like me back. But then I look at myself in the mirror and see the long, straggly, dark hair and the dull grey eyes, and realize that no one could ever like me. I'm going to end up like that old, Mrs. Figg: alone and unwanted; my only company a bunch of cats. I shudder when I think of that woman. There are so many more productive things to do with her life than keep the feline community fed and watered.

Since Harry has decided to ignore me, I've retreated, once again, into books. I began reading a book on magic I had recently found in my father's study. It's fascinating, really. There are things in that book that I would have never thought about in my wildest dreams. Dragons, unicorns, witches and wizards…I seem to be drawn to all things magical for some strange reason.

I'm being summoned. What has Audry blamed me for now, I wonder?

…all right I'm back, but only for a minute or so. I wasn't in trouble. Apparently my parents, Audry and I have been invited to dinner with the Dursley's. I don't mind if Harry is going to be there, but somehow I don't believe he will be. I'm to wear my best dress no matter. I hate it. Blue and frilly, it makes me look like an over stuffed cupcake. At least mine isn't pink like Audry's. She complained once and my mother gave her astern talking to on how lucky she is to have such a pretty dress – a dress that goes with her complexion. It was so hard to keep from laughing. I shall talk to you when I return, if it isn't too late. Otherwise, until another day…