The Diary of Harry Potter

Entry: 8

Diary,

A few things happened today, Diary. And they were very not-everyday things, too!

First of all, I've been knocked off my high pedestal about going to a new school… first thing this morning, I got to see my school uniform. Instead of going out and buying me new gray clothes that actually fit me for school, Aunt Petunia is simply dyeing some of Dudley's things which are, as usual, much too large for me, gray! The smell as she was doing so was really rank, too, Diary.

Ugh, just think of it… I'll be going to my school looking like I skinned an elephant who died of old age and just slapped the skin on! I'm never going to make any friends, now, I think… not if I have to go to school looking like a loser like that!

I just wish… I wish I'd get a break, you know?!

The second thing, which was pretty unusual, happened at breakfast. The mail came. What's that you say, Diary? That's not so unusual? Well, it was today. When the mail came, Uncle Vernon asked Dudley to get it. The pig (surprise surprise) told Uncle Vernon to make me do it and, when I didn't want to, the porker had the nerve to try and poke me with that stupid Smelting stick of his. When I went to get the mail, here's what was there… a postcard from Uncle Vernon's monster- I mean sister… a bill… and…

There was a letter for me! Yep, you heard right, Diary, it was a letter for me! I still wonder now who it could have been from… as you know, I have no friends other than you, and no relatives other than the ones who hate me. Whoever wrote even knew that I lived in this cupboard, 'cause it was right on the envelope!

What? Why don't I know who it's from? Well, that's the bad part. After I gave Uncle Vernon his mail, I did something really really stupid. Instead of doing what would have been the smart thing and hiding the letter until I was back in the cupboard, I tried to open it at the table. Of course, just my luck, Dudley pointed it out and, before I knew it, it was in Uncle Vernon's hand.

I dunno what was in that letter, Diary, but it really freaked Uncle Vernon out. First his face went scarlet, as it does so often when he's mad (I see that color on his face a lot), then it turned green, like he was going to be sick, and then it turned white, like he was really really ill.

I wasn't the only one curious about the letter. Dudley tried to see it as Uncle Vernon showed Aunt Petunia, but they wouldn't let even him see it. And then it freaked Aunt Petunia out! First she looked like she was going to faint, then it was like she couldn't breathe, she was so freaked.

I demanded to read the letter, which is only quite fair since it was mine, of course, but they just wouldn't let me. They wouldn't let Dudley, either, when he demanded to see it. They basically kicked both of us from the room so they could discuss the letter's contents.

Hog-face and I both listened in at the door, but honestly, Diary, I couldn't make that much sense of what they were saying. It seemed they were talking about some people, some people that I think may have something to do with me… Uncle Vernon mentioned something about stamping out some sort of dangerous nonsense in me…

The third unusual thing didn't happen 'till evening, when Uncle Vernon had returned home from work. He actually visited me in my cupboard, which, as you know, Diary, he's never ever done before. Imagine me when I found out that he had burned my letter! The only letter I've ever received! He actually had the nerve to lie to me and say that it had been accidentally sent to me… I can't believe he thought I'd be stupid enough to believe that!

The reason he came into my cupboard in the first place was to tell me about the fourth unusual thing… I was getting moved into the fourth bedroom, the one belonging to Dudley's stuff. So that's why I'm writing to you from here instead of under the cupboard, you see.

Believe it or not, though, Diary, I'm miserable in this blasted room right now. I'd give this room up in a blink of an eye if I could just be down in my cupboard with my letter in my hands.

Well, I guess I should look on the bright side… at least I've got room to move now, right? And also, hehe… Dudley's royally ticked that I've got his extra room; he hates it…

Time for bed, Diary… Maybe someday I'll find out where that letter was from, or who it was from.

Bye for now.