The Diary of Harry Potter
Entry: 9
Hey Diary,
Guess what? You'll never guess… I received another letter today!
Let me explain.
Today, the breakfast table was really quiet… Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were both obviously still thinking about my letter, and whatever it'd said, and their big piggy was in shock… If I wasn't so miserable Diary, I would be enjoying his situation. He screamed, purposely made himself throw up (right on Aunt Petunia's nice drapes), hit Uncle Vernon repeatedly with his Smelting stick, kicked Aunt Petunia, and threw his tortoise through the greenhouse roof (poor thing… I hope it's okay). Sure, he didn't get punished, Diary, but nor did he get his room back… it was actually kinda funny to see him not get what he wanted for once.
When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon actually surprised me by making Dudley go get it… he seemed to have been trying to be nice to me today. When he got it, he sarted shouting. From what I heard, I had another letter exactly like the other, but now whoever sent it knew that I'd been moved to this bedroom, because it again said it on the envelope!
It really freaked Uncle Vernon out. He had to wrestle with Dudley to get the letter from him, and I'll admit he had a hard time because I had attacked him from behind at the same time. I wanted my letter, Diary! I've got a large lump on my head and a bruise on my shoulder from Dudley's stupid Smelting stick now, but I don't have the letter… Uncle Vernon won and got my letter. He sent both of us to our rooms.
I've been thinking, Diary… whoever is sending these letters wants me to get one pretty badly, so they're sure to try again… I've got a plan. Tomorrow, I'll leave the house real early and wait for the postman at the corner. I'll collect the mail, hide my letter somewhere (maybe under Mrs. Figg's bushes?) and then come back for it later.
That'll work, right?
Well, it's off to bed, Diary… I've gotta get up bright and early, as you know.