The Diary of Harry Potter

Entry: Five

Diary,

            Right now, I'm in my closet.  Again.  I don't know how long I'll be in here this time…

Why, oh why does weird stuff happen to me so much? You remember how I told you about that sweater a few weeks ago? Well, if that was weird, then this next thing I'm going to tell you about it just plain bizarre.

As you know, Diary, Dudley's gang loves to chase me.  After all, it's the main exercise they all get.  Usually, I'm able to get away.  As usual, they were chasing me.  Somehow, though, this time they managed to get me blocked in, and, the next thing I knew, I had nowhere to go.

I tell you, Diary, I was panicking.  The few times that those goons HAVE been able to catch me were very painful encounters which I did not want to relive.  No need to worry, though.  This time, something weird happened.  Again.  I don't know if I have some guardian angel or something, but one moment I was jumping behind those big trash cans outside the kitchen doors, about to hide, Dudley's gang approaching.  I was expecting to be found, Diary, I was expecting bruises, and in the next moment I was somewhere else.  Guess where?  I don't know HOW, but I was sitting on the chimney on the roof of the school kitchens. 

I couldn't find my way down, and ended up having to yell for help eventually.  I tell you, when the janitor found me up there, he was so bloody angry.  He took me right to the headmistress, muttering something about 'dratted kids climbing buildings', and I was in so much trouble.  Straightaway, she wrote a very angry letter to the Dursleys saying I'd been climbing school buildings.

Today, when they GOT the letter, they were furious.  I didn't even get a chance to explain before Uncle Vernon shoved me into the closet, but still, I tried to yell at him through the closet door that it wasn't my fault and such, but no, he wouldn't listen.

I tell you, Diary, I wish I could just have a normal life.  I don't wish to be spoiled, or anything… I just wish that I had a family that loved me, and friends, too.  IS that so much to ask, Diary?