August the Thirtieth Nineteen Seventy One

There's only one day left until I go to school. I'm sort of scared apprehensive about it. I wonder what muggleborn children are like.

I wonder how many of the other students I'll already know.

Gabriella came and helped me pack my trunk. It's sitting in the middle of my room, and my drawers are hanging empty, and she stripped the curtains off my windows so I can hang them in my dorm at Hogwarts. She told me that I had better not be sorted into Slytherin or there won't be sunlight for them to shut out.

She's annoying. I'm not going to be sorted into SLYTHERIN! She's so annoying. I don't really like her.

She gave me a long speech about being sensitive with the muggleborns too. I don't even know any muggleborns. There's no point. I'm not even going to talk to muggleborns. I think it might be interesting to talk to muggleborns. But they'll probably all be friends anyway.

I wonder how many muggles there are in England. I know there's a big settlement of them around Diagon Alley, but I've never seen any here, near Hogsmeade.

I don't actually know many people who will be in first year this year. I know Mary McDonald will be in my year. Maybe we'll be friends. Only she's really boring. I used to play with her but all she does now is do embroidery and ride around on her hippogriff. I wonder if we'll be allowed to ride the hippogriff at Hogwarts. I know they're there, but Gabrielle says they just run wild.

I want to tame a wild hippogriff. I could sneak out at night and go riding in the moonlight. I don't have my own hippogriff because father says they're overly temperamental and I get in "too much mischief in any case".

It's stupid. I wonder if I could have a hippogriff as the animal I take to school. Mother hasn't gotten me a familiar yet. She says it's to be a surprise.

If she gives me a toad, I'm not even going to pretend to be happy.

I don't think she'd get me a toad, though. She doesn't like them, and they make Gabriella go into hysterics. Literally. Once we were swimming, and I found a frog and I sneaked up on her and dangled it in front of her face and she sreamed like a banshee and then gave me a stupid lecture on how long suffering she is.

She's a wimp.

September The FIRST Nineteen Seventy One

It's four thirty in the morning. I'm going to start school today. I'm so freaked out. That's a muggle term that Gabriella told me.

I really don't want to be in Slytherin and have to live under the lake.

What if I get really bad grades and fail everything

My parents will kill me if I don't do well in school. I hope I'll make friends.

It's just becoming light.

In a few hours, I'm going to be on the train to Hogwarts.

I wonder what sort of animal Mother got me. I really want a cuddly cat. We only have barn cats now, and all they do is eat mice. I don't think most of them even have magical powers.

I'm really tired but I can't sleep.

I feel as though there are fairies in my stomach.

I can't make myself stay still.

I don't even want to stay still.

I'm just going to write random facts.

1. I actually saw a dragon once in Gringotts because I sneaked away and then a goblin found me and yelled at me.

favorite color is PINK!

3. There's no point in writing this.

I wonder what people would want to know if they dug this up in a thousand years.

Dear Future People:

This is the diary of a girl from ages ago. I'm probably your grandmother and you're really dishonoring my memory by rummaging through all my stuff. If you want to know more about our society go a long way south until hopefully you run into the ministry of magic and if you don't know where that is there's a map downstairs of the wizarding world. In the ministry of magic, there are files about everybody ever and they tell all about everything so you can read those if you're really that bored. Although the ministry might be destroyed by your time by war and darkness and stuff.

Sincerely,

Marlene Mckinnon,

of

The Most Noble and Powerful House

My family title is stupid.

I'm really tired. I'm going to stop writing.

Later On The First Of September~

I'm on the hogwarts express now. I'm sitting with Mary McDonald. It's so nice, she was really happy to see me, and we talked on and on. She's reading now.

I'm pretending to write something scholarly. I'm really bored. But I'm happy.

I hope Mary won't be a Ravenclaw. She's such a bore sometimes. But I don't know any other first year girls from Light families.

I bought a lot of Chocolate Frogs when the sweets lady came to this compartment with her trolley. I'm opening them now. So far, I have a Medea and a Dumbledore. I have found so many Dumbledores in my life it's stupid.

I opened another one, I got an Alberic Grunnion. Gross. I really don't like dungbombs. James Potter threw one at my head once and it exploded and I almost died from the smell. How does he even get a card for inventing that?! Chocolate Frog cards are stupid.

People are put on them for really stupid reasons.

I'm going to see what happens if I put a beheaded chocolate frog on Mary's book.

A LOT Later On The First Of September

Oh My Goodness.

I'm a Gryffindor.

So is Mary. It's really late at night. I'm really really really really happy!

There are three other first year Gryffindor girls. At least one of them is Muggleborn. I think one of them is a Rosier, and I don't know anything about the last one.

I'm so happy I'm a Gryffindor!

It was so beautiful when my robes changed when I was walking to the table. The color just bled into them. They're so bright and shiny now. I really like my Hogwarts robes. The sheets Gabriella gave me changed too, while they were in my trunk. My bed was already made when I got here, but I'm going to put on the sheets tomorrow. They're much finer than the Hogwarts ones.

The best school the world should have finer sheets.

The weirdest thing happened at sorting, though. Sirius Black-he's in this years new class was sorted into Gryffindor. His grandfather killed my great-grandfather, according to Father.

It's a bit scary that I'll be spending seven years with someone from that family. That STUPID idiot James Potter is in Gryffindor. Why couldn't he just have gone and been a Hufflepuff or something?

I don't even care.

I'm going to sleep now.

I'm so tired!