AN: Normally, these chapters will only be a journal entry long. But since I've been gone a while, I thought I might as well give more than one or even two.

I know I've been gone a while, but I recently just got a computer back.

August 15, 1996

When I woke up from Voldemort's little thing, not only did I have my emotions in check, but I used how to use that pent up anger toward Voldemort. I think I caused him some damage in the "dream". I definitely wasn't tired anymore, but I felt like I could sleep for ages. I got up and put together a sandwich.

As I was eating, I had a sudden urge to go to the window and look out it. Weird, I know. But still, I went. And sure enough, the wards were glowing a bright yellow; might be because Chard wasn't able to finish them by himself but I didn't know that at the time. And right in front of me was like a sliver of pie taken out of the wards. It wasn't glowing so I got some extra potion and finished the circle with the potion.

Turned out, the wards stopped glowing once they were finished. But Chard said that we still had to cast the dragon part of the spell.

Once it was done, I told Chard what happened while I was sleeping and he started to teach me to clear my mind. I'll admit, I was scared that Voldemort would be mad if I didn't show up, but I figured I really didn't care.

Keeping my emotions bottle inside of me was great because I didn't think of them. It also helped me with the wand less magic and Chard was greatly impressed. He said I was doing third grade material. Soon, I'll have to stop because Chard doesn't know anymore. But this wand less magic this is like second nature to me! And what the hell, it's quite fun, too!

August 16, 1996

It took about ten minutes for the real life image of the dragon to disappear. Quite confusing, I know, but it's not when you think about it.

When you could only see the outline of the dragon, it gave a very distinct and loud hiccup. We tried not to laugh, but couldn't hold it in.

"It's not funny," said a voice behind us and we whipped around. Now it was the voice's turn to laugh when he noted we couldn't see him. Damn invisibility part.

"No need to worry," it said, "I'm just the dragon. Harry kind of put a piece of himself when he made me and didn't know it. You'll now be able to talk to me and me to you."

We both stared at each other and then to where we thought the dragon was. It was quite until Chard voiced his thoughts:

"This is weird." Then I smiled and asked, do we get to name you?

August 17, 1996

Turned out, he had a name. John. How he had a name, I have no clue, but he did.

Anyway, John was kind of like the Hungarian Horn Tail I fought, except he had no horns. So… he's a Hungarian Non-Horned Tail dragon or a Hungarian dragon? He doesn't even know. And I can't ask Charlie, because it'd be too suspicious.

Hermione got a new owl, so her letter got through to me somehow. Maybe this owl's as smart as Hermione, though no owl is smarter than Hedwig.

What? Hedwig's almost five years old now. I wonder low long she'll live. I don't think I could bear to loose her, too.

Chard brought a TV and we're trying to figure out how to set it up with all the magic. I don't think we'd get anyone to come and give us "cable" though we may be able to sneak a connection off the nearest muggle town.

Dumbledore hasn't come over yet, though I highly doubt he will. I'm more concerned about Remus since the full moon is approaching. I mean, I'm still perturbed because he found out, but he's still my guardian.

Mentioning Dumbledore…

Fawkes was furious at me. She visited me earlier today. Strange thing, now that I "killed" her, I can "talk" to her, too. She mainly said she'd agree to keep quite if I'd go back to Dumbledore on the 18th and get Sirius's will and make another appearance publicly so people wouldn't suspect anything. And she wanted to know how I learned to apperate because Dumbledore wouldn't tell her. I just laughed and said that he taught me a year early. She was furious, to say the least: not only had he lied to her, but he had done something illegal. Though, she was proud of me for getting through Hogwarts' wards and she (as in Hogwarts herself) wanted to talk to me after Dumbledore's meeting.

August 18, 1996

Today is August 18, obviously. I'm quite nervous. Fawkes said Dumbledore wanted me to meet him in the Great Hall at noon. It's about eleven fifty eight. Suppose I should go. Wish me luck.

August 18, 1996 (part two)

That stupid son of a bastard tried to tag aparate with me! He held onto me! But Hogwarts wouldn't let him go. Turns out, someone had to call the magical reversal squad to un-splinch Dumbledore.

Now I suppose you want to hear about my stay with Dumbledore… and I'm talking like you're a person. At least I know I don't have to keep writing or die like Ginny did.

First thing Dumbledore did was read Sirius' will. Turns out, I inherited the Black Family Manor along with the Potter Family Manor and Godric's Hollow. Not to mention about a zillion (and I know it's a fake number) galleons.

Dumbledore forgot to mention that I inherited that damned house elf, too, along with the Order. Figured I might as well demand entry before I allowed anymore meetings. It didn't work, though no one's allowed in the "Order" and those who were in it got kicked out. As long as I was at it, I "demanded" entry for Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. I thought about adding the DA, but that would have been too much. And until someone agrees to let us in, I won't "allow" anymore meetings. Tough luck.

Though, Remus is allowed to stay, no matter what he did. Until he entirely defies my trust, he'll always be "family".

Then Dumbledore tried to make me stay. He was going to physically hold me there until I swore I would aparate out, but he ignored me. Half of him stayed in the great hall and the rest, who knows where. Hogwarts then told me she had some special quarters but aside for me.

Off the common room were three halls. One led to bedrooms, and more could be added. Each room had its own bathroom and everything and are all schemed in wood, although they can easily be changed. The second hall held a kitchen cubby and a sort of dining table. The third wing held an enormous library. Hermione sure will be glad for that. Think I'll actually take up reading, as I've been doing so for the past few weeks. During my hospital stay, I re-read all my school books, starting with first year and making my way through sixth year as well. Hermione sure will be proud of me. Hope Ron won't be too discouraged at the fact.

Potion's doesn't seem too hard, now that I actually understand it. Plus, it's so much easier with Chard's help. After all, we did create the potion for the dragon defense mechanism. Maybe I did inherit my mother's art for potion making after all. Though, I am glad I don't have a chance to prove it to Snape.

Chard's school starts on the first of September as well, so he'll leave a day before I do. Think I'll just aparate to a bathroom stall at King's Cross then so I'll "be on the train." And, it'll be less suspicious as well.

Chard's been letting me do all the cooking, so it's kind of like the Dursley's in a way. Not that I have to, though.He has a date with his girlfriend from the states this weekend so I'm home alone. It's nearing ten o'clock at night and I've spent a better part of the day reading. Tomorrow I'm making my apperance in Diagon Ally so it'll be less suspicious. Hope I don't run into Ron, Hermione, or anyone from the order. I may have a lot of explaining to do.