Secret Confessions

August 4th, 1997

I followed them, Diary. They left the wedding just past midnight. I knew they were going to Godric's Hollow, so I took the Knight Bus there, and waited. I followed them to the graveyard. They spent the night there. Harry slept by what I can only assume were his parents' graves. I couldn't read the names. I don't know if he cried, as I couldn't see his face properly. Ron and Hermione settled down under a tree. I stayed alone by a bush at the corner of the graveyard. It was hard to sleep, though. It's more than a little creepy, spending the night in a graveyard. I was lucky though, as we weren't attacked. In the morning, I followed them to Harry's old house...if you could call it a house... It was mostly rubble though. We went through it all. Harry knows exactly where everything happened. We went in, and found him just staring at the floor. All he said was that his Dad had died there. Then, when we went upstairs, he pointed out where his mum had been killed, and where he had gotten the curse. It's kind of creepy, Diary, but I can't imagine how he must feel. He needs to cry, Diary, but he doesn't. It can't be healthy to keep all that inside. I'm scared for him, Diary, and I don't know what to do to help him. He just goes on with his life, simply moving past all the problems. I don't know how he does it. I know I wouldn't be able to... He's so... resilient, Diary. Less than 4 hours after seeing where his parents died, he was laughing with Ron, at how Hermione and I were going through the books of hairstyles. Well, anyway, we are now different people. Ron and I are Ron and Ginny Weston, and we have hair that's Harry's naturalcolour, and Harry and Hermione are also siblings: Harry and Hermione Patterson, and they both have blond hair. Hermione also got her's straightened. Hopefully nobody will recognize us.

-G.W.

August 5th, 1997

We are in Albania. It's so different. We wandered through the main cities all day, asking muggles if there had been any strange deaths lately. Everyone talked about a forest a bit more north, where they say people have gone, never to return again. The bodies were never found, though belongings had been recovered recently, dropped on the trails. Harry hasn't said anything about going there, but I know he intends to. Voldemorthasobviouslybeen there. We're in a small hotel now. I'm in a room with Hermione. She's asleep already. It's 11:00 at night. She was up for a long time too, reading. She didn't say what the book was, but I saw the title. It's all about dealing with grief, and emotional pain. I know it's for Harry. She's scared for him too.

-G.W.

August 6th, 1997

Hermione told me all about the mission. We have to do some things before Harry can do what he has to. I can't write it down in here, Diary, incase I lose you, and somebody breaks through the anti-theft and privacy charms I've put on you. It's rather frightening. I can't imagine having to bear the burden that Harry has to.

-G.W.

August 7th, 1997

Harry and I are back together, Diary! It's wonderful! This morning, I walked in on him looking at a picture of us, in his and Ron's room. He was sitting on his bed, staring at the photo album. I walked over and sat next to him. Then I saw what he was looking at. I asked him why we couldn't be together, since I was with him anyway. We talked (or maybe argued...) for about an hour. In the end,he agreed. So now we are a couple again! I gave him the mirrors, so now we can talk, no matter where we are. I'm too giddy to just sit here, Diary, and I think I'm going to go have a little kiss with a certain boyfriend of mine...

-G.W.

August 8th, 1997

We're going into the forest tomorrow, Diary. We packed all of our things, so we can quickly pick them up and leave tomorrow, after coming back from the forest. I'm worried, Diary. What if someone gets hurt? What if we all get hurt? What if one of us... I can't even bring myself to say it, Diary, but it scares me so much, just thinking of it.

-G.W.

August 10th, 1997

We went into that forest yesterday. I was so scared, Diary. There were all sorts of strange creatures. As soon as we got into the thickest part of the forest, we were surrounded by Lethifolds. All our assumptions that a wizard (Voldemort, most likely) had been there were proven correct, as Lethifolds can only be found in tropical climates, so someone had obviously brought them there. We would probably have died if it hadn't been for Harry. He immediately cast a patronus at the Lethifolds. Hermione, being shaken out of her shock, quickly cast one after. When Ron and I added our patroni, we were able to repel the Lethifolds. We barely got a chance to catch our breath, before we were attacked by a mass of snakes. I only recognized Runespoors, and a Basilisk. Hermione cast a shield around us, while Harry hissed at the snakes. A few left, or backed down, but others still kept at it. Ron and Harry cast fire at these ones. I shot bat-bogey hexes at all of them. Between the fire and the bat-bogeys, we were able to immobilize them enough to escape. Then we came to a river, but Diary, it was a river of blood, with bodies floating around in it. I knew immediately that these were the bodies of all the missing muggles. I couldn't help but cry a bit. Harry and I crossed the river in a boat. He told me that though the boat would register it if Hermione or Ron got in with him, it wouldn't register me, as I wasn't of age yet. So we crossed the blood river, while Ron and Hermione stayed behind. When we got to the other side, we saw a fog-like mass. You could make out a sort of goblet, or cup, behind the fog. I guess that's what Harry was looking for, as he immediately tried summoning it. It didn't work, so he started to walk through the fog. As soon as he was in the fog, I could barely see him. The fog glowed red, and the river rippled. He came out with the cup, Diary, but he was bleeding badly. I helped him back into the boat, and we crossed back over the river. He fell unconscious almost as soon as he got out of the boat. I cried even more then, Diary, and I knew that that ripple in the river had been his blood being added to the crimsonmix. Ron picked Harry up, and we headed out of the forest as quickly as possible. Hermione went back to the hotel to sign us out and gather our things. We are now in another hotel, in Egypt. I think they were planning on going to get help from Bill, with the Horcruxes. But not today. Today we're resting. Harry's sleeping beside me. Hermione was pouring through all of her first-aid books when we got here. She patched Harry up as best as she could. There were particularly bad gashes on his left arm. He probably used it to shield his face as much as possible from whatever was hurting him. It's bandaged up. He still hasn't awoken. He's curled up next to me. He looks so vulnerable. It's at times like these that I realize how un-invincible he really is. He's just like us. He's probably just as scared too, but he knows how to hide it. He's known for a long time.

-G.W.