August 31, 1913 AD
Trouble is brewing amongst the Muggles, or so say the Lords of the Wizengamot.
I say that they do not know of what they speak, for I keep an eye on the Muggle world at all times. If trouble brews, my family will be the first to know of it.
June 29, 1914 AD
My cousin Absinthe lives in Austria-Hungary. She tells me that the Muggle Archduke was assassinated yesterday. Franz Ferdinand is dead at the hand of Gavrilo Princip.
It seems that the Lords of the Wizengamot were correct - nearly a year early. Tensions grow in the Muggle world. My family and I stand by to see what happens. Wars have been started over less than murder.
July 24, 1914 AD
Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia yesterday.
August 1, 1914 AD
Sides have been chosen. France, Russia and Britain stand against Germany, Italy, and Austria-Hungary.
My family remains on standby. We will not risk fighting each other if we join the war effort; we must choose sides carefully.
Do we stand by our country, or do we stand by Austria-Hungary - the country that has been wronged, that has had its Archduke murdered?
August 2, 1914 AD
Germany declared war on Russia yesterday; the former demanded that Russia demobilise. Russia refused, and Germany felt the need to support Austria-Hungary.
August 3, 1914 AD
Yesterday, France showed its support for Russia. Full mobilisation has been ordered.
August 4, 1914 AD
Yesterday, Germany invaded Belgium and declared war on France. Britain declared war on Germany today under the obligations of the 1839 Treaty of London.
December 1, 1914 AD
The Ottoman Empire joined Germany, Austria-Hungary and Italy in the war. Their involvement has made this war touch nearly the entire world. Only the Americas seems to remain uninvolved.
January 2, 1915 AD
For all those who may be even remotely curious, Minister for Magic Archer Evermonde is an absolute cunt. He has forbidden magical involvement in the war going on. The Muggles are self destructing and we cannot do anything about it. Not legally, at least.
Evermonde - in all his wisdom attempted to quote my own ancestor's words to me in an effort to convince me of his reasoning.
As if I do not know my own family! The nerve of that man; he took Ralston's words completely out of context. After all, around three centuries ago, wizards wanted to attack the Muggles, not assist them. The situation is not the same now. I want to assist the Muggles. I want to give them the means to defend themselves from their own kin, as well as from Grindelwald, who we know is out and about in the Muggle world any time he pleases.
But that absolute imbecile tried to tell me that the Statue of Secrecy is in place because we are not meant to be involved in Muggle affairs; after all, why should we assist those weaker than us. If they are meant to survive, they will survive without our interference.
It appears that our esteemed Minister has not been doing his homework. Muggles do not have magic, this much is certain, but they have weapons of mass destruction that are even more effective than our Exploding Charm or the Killing Curse. They are far stronger than we are, for they are open to advancement. We are stuck in a world that mirrors the one of one hundred years ago - perhaps more.
Evermonde seems to forget that Muggles are very good at waging war. He forgets that they are also very good at coming out of it alive.
December 31, 1915 AD
Serbia has been defeated. The war wages on. This war is no longer about the Archduke's death; people are picking sides because they have been stewing for conflict for far too long. Peace cannot last forever.
June 2, 1916 AD
We have put off our entrance into the war long enough. House Potter will join the war effort to assist Britain and its allies.
The Wizengamot is unaware of our future involvement, and it must remain so.
Some of our own allies have noticed the tension between myself and the other Lords. Lords Weasley, Lovegood, and Longbottom have elected to join our cause.
The Lords of the Wizengamot may not acknowledge the fact that we are citizens of Britain and follow the laws and demands of her monarch, but I have not forgotten. My family will fight for our country, in whatever capacity we are able.
September 13, 1916 AD
I have discovered that it is possible to create illusions that are powerful enough to hide the fact that our guns are wands and our bullets are spells.
We have also been able to disguise dragons as fighter planes.
Our assistance in this war requires a great deal of magic, but I do not regret it. I will not regret fighting for my country.
We have it easier than most, for we can heal wounds and clean blood and dirt from our bodies. We have a greater chance of survival, for we can Disapparate if need be.
We are just as likely to fall to bullets, though.
November 11, 1916 AD
There was a Wizengamot meeting today. It has become difficult to journey between these two worlds.
One is filled with the sights and sounds and smells of war. The other is cold and pristine and removed.
I find myself preferring aspects of the Muggle world over the one in which I was born. I find myself preferring the fight for life over the verbal sparring that occurs in the Wizengamot.
I have discovered that the Muggles are more advanced than we are. I am in awe of them; they suffer more than we do - they suffer sickness and disease, they suffer famine and starvation and homelessness. And yet they never give up. Whenever they are in need of something, they create it. They do not rely on magic as we do, and because of this lack of reliance - because of this lack of entitlement - they are not stuck in time. They move forward in a way that we do not.
They have changed over the years, and we have remained stationary. They pass us by time and time again, and we think we are superior.
I heard Evermonde say that we are superior because we do not fight wars amongst ourselves. It is almost as if he is blind to our history. It is almost as if he is blind to our present.
We are human in the same way the Muggles are. The only difference is that we have magic in our veins, we have magic running through every part of us. And yet we are still human. We are still imperfect. We still fight against ourselves over stupid things.
We are no better than the Muggles. I might even say that we are worse than them - they, at least, seem to learn from their mistakes. We just bury them and live over them and make the same damn mistakes over and over again.
Tell me again how we are better than them?
April 7, 1917 AD
Just yesterday, the United States declared war on Germany.
It has been a long time coming; their President has been trying to join for years, and their supply ships have been sabotaged by the Germans. The final straw was Germany's attempt to initiate war between Mexico and America - likely so that the States would be occupied and unable to assist Britain and France as it has been until this point.
April 1, 1918 AD
Russia has dropped out of the war due to internal conflict.
November 11, 1918 AD
The war ended today. An armistice was signed leaving Britain and its allies the victors.
February 3, 1919 AD
Somehow, the Minister discovered my involvement in the war.
I did not deny it. I am proud of what I have done. I will never not fight for my country - be it the Muggle side of it or the magic side of it. I pray the two never go to war; I believe I would find myself on the side of the Muggles and I do not wish to fight my friends.
Evermonde was furious. After all, I disregarded his decision to stay out of the war. I refuse to apologize to the self-righteous fool. I have learned much from my involvement in the war. I am still alive, and King George V learned of my involvement. He created a dukedom for House Potter. I am now Duke Potter in the Muggle world. If I have a son in the future, my titles will be passed down to him when I die.
Lords Longbottom, Lovegood and Weasley have been made Marquesses.
Perhaps Evermonde is upset that he did not get involved and is not being appreciated. He is the type who would be bitter over missed opportunities.
Evermonde has decided not to share the information of my involvement in the war. He has not learned of the involvement of my allies, and I hope to keep it this way. I would not have them exposed to his wrath.
February 5, 1919 AD
Evermonde awarded himself an Order of Merlin, First Class. He claimed that it was in recognition of his great efforts - and subsequent success - in keeping magicals out of the Muggle war.
I applauded politely during the ceremony before escaping to the privacy of my office to laugh hysterically.
I will not call him out on his lies; not in public, at least. But I will never turn down the opportunity to remind him of his failure. There is nothing he can do to me or my family without appearing suspicious.
June 12, 1919 AD
I recently went to visit a good friend from the war named Diana. She disguised herself as a man and fought for Britain; she is intelligent and brave and loyal. She is also very beautiful. She is not a witch, but I believe that she has some sort of innate magic - she passed as a man for years without anyone knowing, and she looks nothing like a man.
We met in Muggle London, and just wandered the streets. They are making good progress with the clean up of the city. I mentioned to Diana that I might come to help the effort, and she looked at me with an expression I cannot identify. I have been thinking about it all day.
We have made plans to meet on Monday to help with the clean up. I quite look forward to seeing her again. I also look forward to helping clean up, and not only because I know it will irritate Evermore.
This country is my home. These people are my family. Potters protect their own.
June 16 , 1919 AD
Diana and I met to help with the clean up today. It was hard work, and I saw firsthand how many people have been affected by this war. So many people are without homes and food as a result of the Germans' night raids.
I will not leave these people to suffer.
June 20, 1919 AD
I requested and received an audience with King George. I told him of the family Manor; it is sizeable, with a fair amount of land. The Manor itself has several rooms available given that none of the family really makes use of it.
I offered the Manor and its lands as a place for those in need. The people who have lost their homes in the raids are welcome, and they may build on the land as required. It would likely be a temporary situation, but these people need somewhere to stay while the city is being rebuilt.
The King jumped at my offer, especially when I assured him that housing people would have no adverse affects on my family. They will begin arriving next week, which gives me some time to remove the magical artifacts from the grounds. I don't want to harm the Muggles.
July 13, 1919 AD
The Muggles have settled into the Manor. About half of them commute to London for work, a quarter return every day to help clean up and rebuild. The remaining Muggles stay at the Manor and help out there. They cook and clean and care for the land. It is impressive how well they work together, given that many of them are strangers.
I am considering offering to pay those who work the lands and cook and clean and the like. I doubt they will reject my offer. And perhaps if this works out well, we can build some guest houses on the land. That way they wouldn't be living on top of each other, but they would have a place to stay and a job. Such an arrangement would also allow my family use of the Manor should they desire it.
I would like to form a good relationship with non-magicals; I am already on my way, but that is more a working relationship, and I believe I would like it to be more of a personal relationship.
August 12, 1919 AD
Diana has invited me to meet her family today. I accepted; she speaks highly of them, and said that they would like to meet me.
August 15, 1919 AD
Diana is King George's daughter. I didn't even have an inkling, and the King seemed surprised that I was the man Diana was bringing to meet him.
Diana introduced me to her sister, Mary, as well as her brothers and her Mother. They are all very elegant and polite, something I am not unused to, given my own upbringing. I believe they found me interesting, at least.
I hope to build good relationships with them; I quite like Diana. I hope to court her some day.
September 11, 1919 AD
Today, I requested permission to court Diana. The King accepted my offer, so I asked Diana if she would have any interest in courting me. She said she would be interested, and so I have started planning for the first date, which we have agreed will occur on the fourteenth.
Diana's eldest brother - Edward - will oversee our courtship, to ensure that we follow the rules.
At some point, I will have to talk to King George to ascertain when it would be best to inform Diana about magic, and about the fact that my family is magical.
September 14, 1919 AD
I arrived at the palace to escort Diana to the venue I chose. Edward followed behind us and kept a close eye on us the entire time.
I believe that the date went well. I plan to write Diana tomorrow to request a second date. If she accepts, I will send her the location and date I have in mind, as well as a token of my affection.
September 20, 1919 AD
This evening, Diana and I went on our second courtship date. When I arrived to pick her up, she was wearing the ring I sent her.
I'm going to marry this girl, if she accepts.
October 1, 1919 AD
I told Diana about magic. Growing up in her family, she was aware to a certain extent, due to the requirement that the King know about our world.
Diana was irritated that I hadn't told her sooner, but claims that she understands.
As an apology - and because I want to spoil the woman I love - I sent her hair pins, a ruby bracelet, and ruby earrings.
We had another date this evening, and she wore my gifts; she looked stunning in them. This time, our date was in the wizarding world. We laughed together about how backwards it is, but she admitted she liked the feel of it.
I admit, the almost ancient feel of it is pleasant, but it can be stiff at times. I also much prefer Muggle clothing over the robes of my own culture. I have almost entirely stopped wearing the suffocating things in favor of the lighter fabrics I found in London when I first met up with Diana.
January 5, 1920 AD
I hope to ask Diana to marry me soon. We have gone on several more dates in the past few months, and they have been both in the Muggle and magical worlds. I have showed Diana some of the Potter properties, and we travelled to several other countries for some of our dates.
Recently, I gifted Diana a dagger of silver and rubies. It is Goblin-Made, and I Enchanted it myself. She wears it at her hip, often over her Muggle dresses. I quite enjoy watching the reactions of my fellow magicals whenever we are seen together.
Diana has picked out some Muggle clothing for me, and I am quite fond of the tailored suits she has found. Many of my family members have turned to Muggle fashion instead of traditional wizarding robes.
Diana has given me advice on Muggle companies, and so I have invested in several; the Goblins have become ecstatic with my investments, though they are being cautious. Some of the countries around the world are struggling, and the Goblins don't want to lose money.
February 14, 1920 AD
I proposed to Diana yesterday, with the King's permission. She accepted, and has already begun planning things for the wedding. We are both unreasonably excited about spending money, but my father tells me that love does this to people.
July 20, 1921 AD
Diana and I are finally married. The ceremony was beautiful, and I think everyone present shed a few tears.
Only our families attended the wedding; my family alone is several hundred people, and inviting more would have been disastrous.
I am taking Di to the house in Athens for our honeymoon. She has never been, and Athens is a beautiful city.
September 16, 1920 AD
My father and mother died this month. Mother died last, and her final request was that I keep her family name alive.
I love my mother, I do, but I cannot bring myself to name my son Fleamont Potter. I will consider it for a middle name, but ultimately, Diana will get final say in the naming of our children.
I will miss my parents; I am glad I can rely on the rest of my family, so that I may have time to mourn.
December 4, 1921 AD
The Lords of the Wizengamot are yet again absolute imbeciles.
I wonder if they insult Muggles in front of me because they know it will infuriate me.
Cantankerous Nott compared Muggles to swine and I nearly cursed his bloodline. He seems to forget that my wife is a Muggle; if he has not forgotten, then he misremembers what the wrath of a Potter is like, as well as our magical prowess.
I refuse to tolerate slurs against my family, my wife, or any Muggles, especially given my involvement with them. It would be hypocritical of me to do so.
Evermonde tried to convince me to step down from the Wizengamot, citing that I almost lost control of myself. I refused and told him that I was completely in control, and that Nott should learn to control his mouth before I control it for him.
Evermonde departed with a sort of false swagger in his steps, and the Lords all looked at me oddly - not including Weasley, Longbottom and Lovegood, of course. I wonder if the Lords who are not allied or family are afraid of me.
Is it wrong that I hope they are?
June 5, 1927 AD
Diana gave birth to our first child this morning. She named him Charlus Henry Potter, saying that she would never curse a child with the name Fleamont. I have to agree, and what Mother will never know won't hurt her.
Charlus has ridiculously powerful magic, as evidenced when we arrived home from the hospital. As soon as Diana walked through the door and the wards washed over him, Charlus screamed and one of the ebony trees uprooted itself and planted itself outside the nursery window.
I will be surprised if the wood of his wand is anything other than ebony.
I am very glad he waited to uproot trees - explaining that at a Muggle hospital would have been difficult, given that there has been no wind today.
Charlus' magic is stronger than the average Potter's, and we are stronger than the other Houses. I wonder if the fact that we often marry out of the country and Di's blood that have something to do with it.