The Diary of Harry Potter
Entry: Four
Hi Diary,
It's been a bit since I've written in you, but you don't mind, do you, Diary?
Something awfully strange happened today. Maybe I'd better start from the beginning.
You wouldn't know it, since you're here in my cupboard all of the time, but it's winter now. Outside, it's beautiful, everything covered in snow, but it's also cold.
Most of the clothes I have from Dudley are his summer clothes, since his sweaters usually get snagged on stuff and unravel before they get given to me. While all of the other kids at school were dressing warmly, I was wearing threadbare short-sleeved shirts, with not even a jacket.
Now, as was obvious would happen, I ended up getting a cold. A bad one. And the Dursleys, being like they are, still sent me to school. My teacher ended up noticing, because I couldn't help coughing. I must have looked positively miserable. She must have noticed also that I was wearing clothes unsuited for this weather, because of what she ended up doing.
Apparently, my teacher called Aunt Petunia today and inquired as to why I never wore warm clothes, as it was not good for my health. So what Aunt Petunia did is found an old sweater of Dudley's, one which was still intact. Probably because the fat lump refused to wear it. This sweater, it was hideous, Diary! It was brown, with lots of orange puffballs attached to it! No way did I want to wear that sweater, but she tried to force me into it, but she couldn't. The harder she tried to pull it over my head, the smaller it seemed to get, until it was so small that maybe, just maybe, it might have fit a hand puppet.
Luckily, because of that, I don't have to wear it. And what was also lucky, Diary, was that she actually decided not to blame me for it. Instead, Aunt Petunia decided that it must have shrunk in the wash and she hadn't realized it.
That truly is strange, isn't it?
I wonder what really happened?
Well, I must get to sleep now. Goodnight, Diary.