Before:

With a strange feeling in his stomach he picked it up and read the first page. His eyes widened as he read the date. 13.8.1970

2.Chapter

Even though he was in shock Harry tried to think rationally about the problem. He had never heard of a potion that could cause anything like what happened to him so he assumed that Neville's potion was something completely new. And that was a really bad thing, because if it had never been brewed before it couldn't possibly have an antidote. That was IF it was a new discovery, after all, Harry wasn't exactly a potions master.
He wasn't optimistic, knowing his luck it was probably something irreversible.

His stomach interrupted his thoughts and Harry realized that he didn't have any money, in fact, the only thing he had was his wand and he couldn't just walk into the nearest shop and say »I'd like to buy some bread. Money? Well, I haven't got any money, but I can change a stone into a bunny. Would you like to see?« He snorted. They wouldn't give him food, they'd send him into a mad-house. But he couldn't steal, could he? His stomach clenched again and he sighed. He would have to do something soon.

He spent the next hour exploring the village. It was even smaller than he thought but he did see a small shop and managed to …er, borrow an apple. It was slowly getting dark and Harry realized that he didn't know where he would spend the night. He kicked a stone, angry at himself. I mean, forgetting a thing like that! In the end he found a small abandoned cottage and fell asleep in front of the cold fireplace, he didn't dare to light a fire. The light would attract unwanted attention.


When he woke up he saw that the sun was shining . It must have been pretty late because when he looked outside he could see some people coming from the small church in the village. He got up and pulled off the old blanket that he found lying on the floor when he arrived. There was a massive cloud of dust and he sneezed. He could feel the hunger and decided to leave the cottage and maybe get another apple. This time he wasn't lucky.

The old lady that owned the shop saw him and before he knew it he was on the floor, an older boy holding his hands so he couldn't escape. » So, you're a little thief aren't you? You'll soon see what we do with little brats like you.« There was a nasty smirk on the older boy's face and the last thing Harry saw before he was knocked out was a fist aimed straight at his head.


He woke up in an uncomfortably hard and lumpy bed, feeling the cool air on his skin. He listened carefully, but didn't hear anything, that was until a voice said »It's no use pretending. I know you're awake and if I were you I'd open my eyes and LISTEN!« Well, that certainly made it easier to get up. That piercing voice would wake up even Mundungus after a night of drinking and smoking god-knows-what. He looked up and saw the old lady from the shop, looking at him with a malicious gleam in her eyes. »Well,« she said » I'll go get John. And don't even try to get away or steal anything! I know all about brats like you, after all, my sister has a full orphanage of them«

Harry looked around. The room was dark, it either didn't have windows or they were boarded-up.He could see no way to escape unnoticed. Oh yeah…he was screwed…


I'm sorry for the long wait. The length of this chapter is probably very disappointing, but I do have a life, you know. With all those tests and assignments I didn't have any time to write anything. Well, I had a whole chapter of »The very secret diary« spell-checked and ready to post, but then I somehow managed to lose it. I still don't know what exactly I did, but I guess I'll just have to write the whole thing again Now that I have more free time I'll try to update more frequently and write longer chapters