Dear Diary,
Classes have proved to be very difficult. Not only that, but professors kept pairing me with Harry. Apparently Harry wants to keep a close eye on me, because he knows I suspect him. He really CAN'T be the real Harry Potter. He is as bad at magic as I am. The bushy haired girl, I learnt her name is Her-my-something, keeps trying to correct me in every class.
Hermione: You do that wrong! Let me show you how it is properly done.
Ron: Please stop propositioning to me. We are too young to engage in such activities. Besides you are really not my type.
Hermione: What you mean?
Ron: Why aren't you trying to correct Harry ever? Are you afraid he might snap and murder you?
For some reason I am very pissed that Hermione blushes every time I mention Harry. Is she really so terrified of him as I am?
Apparently Harry wants me to meet a man called Hagrid. He is a half giant. As expected Harry keeps all sorts of dangerous and suspicious company. Hagrid is the gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Also he has a bunch of keys on him. After meeting him I had to change locks in our dorm, I don't want him to lurk around while I sleep.
September 12
Dear Diary,
Harry is obsessed with professor Snape. I sent a warning letter to Snape, anonymously to warn him about Harry.
Harry: Snape hates me.
Ron: Are you sure he hates you and it is not the other way around?
Harry: He confronts me on every potions class. I have done nothing to deserve such treatment!
Ron: Maybe one of your victims was his loved one.
Harry: Ron, I am NOT a murderer. This joke is getting old.
Ron: Of course not, "Harry".
I found out that Harry was raised by muggles. Another proof that his personality is highly unhinged. The lone hero syndrome must be taking its toll on him. He is lucky I am around to surpress his constant appetite for destruction, risking my own life in the process.
Harry: Hey, what are you writing there?
Ron: None of your business!
September 20
Dear Diary,
We had our first flying lesson today. No sooner than Mrs Hooch averted her gaze, Harry picked a fight with Malfoy. For once I am not going to prevent Harry from murdering the silly blond brat.
Harry: Malfoy! Give back Neville's Remembrall.
Malfoy: Tee-hee, no Potter! Come and get it, tee-hee!
Harry and Malfoy brat had an epic fight on broomsticks. Harry flies remarkably well. I am starting to believe that he is hiding his abilities in order to manipulate me into believing he is not a threat. But I will keep my eyes on him.
It turns out Harry is the new seeker for Gryffindor's Quidditch team. I will admit I am jealous. Hermione is furious. Apparently she is not only a nerd but a sucker for rules as well.
Hermione: You could have killed yourself Harry!
Ron: Or killed someone else and make it look like accident. Good thinking, mate.
Harry: Well, I did not. You both need to shut up.
George(or Fred?): Congrats, Harry! Welcome to the team!
Fred(or George?): We will celebrate your new position on the Gryffindor tower tonight! We hired stripers!
I must admit me and Harry enjoyed the strip show, but Hermione did not. She really needs to chill her tits once in a while.