Dear Diary
My name is Harry. Harry Potter. Well usually. Sometimes I go by the alias "Scarface" or "Half-Blood Peon" and then there's always "Tater Salad". Anyway, my name really isn't that important. I have new news. Ron and Hermione. I always knew they fancied each other. But oh, dear, this is going to be awkward. I think the only other thing more awkward than was if Tonks was madly in love with Lupin or something…honestly…all that hair…Well, I guess it isn't so bad. I think Witherwings is talking to me again. He keeps grunting and growing like….like….snuffles did. I think he's trying to tell me something. Maybe I can speak hippogriff. I can speak Parseltoungue, right? Why not hippogriff? Well I think I like Ginny. Sigh. I don't know, she kind of looks like my mom. Is that weird? Except…yup you guess it. The eyes. Jeez, what's up with my eyes anyway? Hmm if we ever had children I think they would look like my parents. Is that weird? Yes I suppose it is. It would only be weird if I named then james and lily though…because we would defiantly have two. I guess we could live in Grimmauld Place, Gosh, I already have a house …and an elf come to think of it. Hmm I don't think Ginny would like it there. Not that I like her as more than a friend right? What would Ron do? …probably snog Hermione. Ew. I think I just gagged. Welp, hopefully you, dear diary, were not previously owned by Tom Riddle. Because if you were than there would still be another horcrux left and that means that I would have to kill you again, and that would also mean that Voldemort knows that I know about his horcruxes now. Hmm..yes, that would be a difficult situation. Diaries are so much fun!
-Yours truly
tater salad