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September first,
Well my name is Harry James Potter. I am sixteen years old and the only reason I'm writing in this bloody journal is because my best friend decided that it would be fun if my other best friend Ron and I start a journal with her. Anyway its September first and I have school today. I go to Hogwarts High school with my buddy Ron. Hermione is stuck going to Slytherin Academy, an all girls prep school. Haha She hates it there so much. Well I might as well write about me, seeing as how I have nothing else to write about as of yet. I live with both of my parents who are disgustingly in love and have produced a total of three children including me. I have a little brother and a little sister who happen to be the strangest twins ever. Im serious, they spend their time learning different methods of martial arts and they are current students of one of the few tai chi masters in the area. Strange ten year olds, Im telling you. My parents travel all the time, my mum's a famous writer and my dad owns a some business. I spend my time writing music and learning how to master different instruments. Hence im in a rock band with my two best friends. The other ones stuck writing in these journal things. Well my writing session is done for today, my mum is threatening to castrate me if I don't get downstairs soon. Another interesting fact about me. I Like blokes.
-Harry Potter
Harry smiled and shoved his little black journal under his bed and hopped off grabbing his book bag and slamming the door.
Running down stairs he kissed his mothers cheek as she was about to yell for him again.
"What am I to do with you?" she asked shaking her head and following him into the kitchen, with her emerald green eyes glowing with mirth.
Harry smirked at his mom and grabbed a piece of toast and a glass of orange juice. He looked around for his younger siblings when he noticed their breakfast sitting on the counter.
Worried, he turned to his father who was drinking coffee and reading the morning newspaper. As usual, the black mess of hair that harry inherited looked like a windstorm had attacked it. His wire frame glasses gave him a look of wisdom and maturity, however anyone who knew him knew that was no where near who James Potter was.
"Where did Lucas and Astrid go?" Harry asked biting his buttered toast.
"They're currently meditating. Apparently its helpful to do so before school. As I quote, "we need to relax our minds into a sponge like state so we can absorb as much information as we possibly can" James said imitating his daughter's voice.
"Doesn't it disturb you how bizarre that is for a ten year old to be saying things like that" Harry asked his parents who just shrugged in response.
Harry observed his parents from across the kitchen counter. His mother was a gorgeous redhead, which is a rare find.
Her blood like hair shimmered and her emerald eyes sparkled constantly. She was small compared to her husband and son at the height of 5'6, but she was toned and strong. Her glowing pale skin was smooth and creamy and her limbs were long and graceful.
Harry's father was tall and lean. He stood at 6'1, he still towered over Harry but his son was catching up fast. His messy hair and hazel eyes were always mischievous. He was a handsome and strong man who only cared about his family's well being, that and football.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Astrid and Lucas appeared with identical looks of tranquility on their faces.
His younger siblings were cute little things. Astrid had their father's black hair and eyes, but her skin tone and features were identical to their mother's. She resembled a life-size porcelain doll, but she could be evil. Lucas looked like Harry except he had dark auburn hair and hazel-green eyes. He was calm one out of the two and usually held his twin in check.
Harry watched over his brother and sister like a hawk. His parents often joked that Astrid would never be able to have a boyfriend, but Harry never joked when he said anyone would die if they hurt her.
James peered at his eldest son; he was off in his own little world again.
"Harry!" he barked. He successfully spooked his son into falling out of his chair. Laughing he received matching glares from his wife and eldest son, and he shared a high five with his youngest son.
"You should head off to school son, you don't want to be late. And make sure you pick up the young ones later on, your mother and I have a plane to catch in a few hours. Sirius and Remus should be by later on to make sure you kids are still alive" he said draining his cup of coffee.
"Will do boss" Harry replied hugging his mother and clapping his dad on the back.
"Have a safe trip" he yelled while he ran out into his black remade 1964 sportsfury. He loved that car and he finally got it when he turned 16 last July. Blasting his music he pulled out of his large driveway and sped off to Hogwarts.
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