Im in train. train is of bluish purple colour. Im standin even wen theres a white chair. giant Mint pastry gets big- closer ad closer. Train stops. I wear grey clok. Harry enters train, pulls down hood of cloak. Hugs me... I turn so back is on him and try run to mint, Harry keeps hold me by waist, I stop moving.
September 8, 1996
Strange dream, huh? (Not that dreams ever make sense)
I think it means something because:
a) Harry's in it - hugging me!
and
b) ...
Have to get downstairs for breakfast. Then I have McGonagall, Sprout, Lunch, Snape, McGonagall again (to make up for last time. She fell ill (sure - I bet she was doing something for the Order. Ha.). Good, too, because I had to do an essay for Muggle Studies and practice the Vanishing spell)... then supper, and Astronomy at midnight.
Right. Breakfast.
PS. I don't know exactly when I had the dream, so I'll just leave it dateless. Alright?
Well.
When McGonagall gave us the snails-to-vanish, I... vanished mine on the first try. Then she gave me a rat.
Turns out rats are harder to vanish because they're mammals and mammals are more complicated.
Just when I was thinking about how I had wasted my time practicing on a rat, McGonagall gave me - get this - not five, not ten, but FIFTEEN points! (For vanishing the rat.) (Did I spell 15 right?) Fifteen! That's an all-time record. (If you don't count the 50 points Harry said McGonagall and Snape gave me for the Department of Mysteries thing...)
Off to Potions. I hope my essay is alright - if it isn't, it's all Harry's fault, I tell you, and I won't forgive him. EVER.
Really. I mean it, Mac.
September 9, 1996
It's 8:00am; I don't have any class this first period because I took Astronomy at midnight.
So here I am, in the Gryffindor Common Room, watching how birds chirp, boys play chess, girls gossip, some kids do their homework, and I...
Get bored to death.
So.
Harry. Yes. Harry.
Last semester on the Hogwarts Express, Ron found out that I ditched that little whiny - that guy who doesn't know how to lose - Michael Corner. He (Ron) was delighted and he even gave me some advise: I should make sure to choose someone better next time. Then he looked at Harry. As if no one was watching him.
So I said (quite brilliantly, you must admit) "I chose Dean Thomas - would you say he's better?" or something like that. I think Ron threw a tantrum at that, but I was looking at Harry, who...
Didn't show the least bit of jealousy.
Of course, he must've been too busy thinking of Cho (he had just broken up with her) and Sirius' death and the War to be jealous. I, being the understanding being I am, understood that, so I left it at that.
Well.
Sort of.
When Harry visited us on summer - far earlier than usual, by the way - I started to pretend that I was writing to someone, namely Dean, secretly. I shared my "secret" with Harry, and he let me borrow Hedwig, the generous soul! (I just sounded so much like Mum there.) I was actually giving Hedwig bits of parchment with nothing written on them and telling her to come back later with those bits of parchment a day or so after. Lenghty sentence, that one.
Anyway, about five weeks before term started, I pretended I got ditched by Dean. I acted very stoic, and Harry tried his best to console me. Even if, as I already wrote, I was acting stoic, and stoic people don't need to be consoled. Just comes to show you, he sees right through me - even if, er, I was only pretending to be ditched, and if he could see right through me, then he wouldn't have gotten to consoling me, because he would know I didn't need consoling, because I was only pretending, and...
Alright. I'll stop.
You are my journal, though, so you should take anything I throw at you.
Yes.
So he consoled me (come to show you he's nice and he loves me. End.) and we suddenly bonded, kind of. At least, he told me about how he felt about Sirius' death. He thinks it's all Snape's fault, which really doesn't make much sense, but Bill dislikes Snape anyway, so yeah.
The bell's about to ring, so I'll just write down my basic plan for Harry:
-Become the uber-best friend to him I can possibly be.
-Make him feel jealous over me.
-Show him I'm trustworthy.
-Trick him into telling me he loves me.
-Impress him.
September 11, 1996
Today, during breakfast, a school owl dropped this note in my toast:
Miss Weasley,
Meet me in front of the Copulative Disvariant painting
on Friday, at 7:00pm. I have an offer that will interest
you.
Happy One Month After Birth Day.
regards,
Your Secret Admirer
PS. I hope that "your secret admirer" looked sarcastic.
If not, I'm clearing this up: It was sarcastic.
"Happy one-month-after-birth day"? Oh, such detail!
(Such neat handwriting!)
An offfer that will interest me?
I wonder who he is...
That is, assuming he's a boy. The "secret admirer" was sarcastic...
But that handwriting has "boy!" all over it.
Ohhh! This is so exciting! I've never received a love letter! This is not technically a love letter, but, wooo!
Well...
I have received a love letter before, but I'd rather not think about it, thank you.
September 12, 1996
(Over)Heard Hermione singing...
And I caught the phrases "If you wannabe my lover" and "friendship never ends". When I asked her about it, her face went Quaffle-colour.
You should've seen it. It was grand.
Chaser try-outs are next week. Wish me luck.