Dear Diary,
The Malfoy brat approached me and Harry after dinner at the Great Hall. Why is his hair so shiny and slick? I would never be able to afford all the expensive hair product he uses.
Malfoy: Tee-hee, Potter! Are you in for a Wizard's Duel, tee-hee? Harry: I would beat your face in a pulp Malfoy!
Malfoy: Tee-hee, meet me at midnight in the trophies' room!
Ron: Do you even know how to duel Harry?
Harry: No. Ron: I imagine you don't have to learn. You will just use the Avada Kedavra like you did on You-Know-Who.
Harry: I never used the killing curse!
Ron: Look, mate. I understand. You were young, a baby. You couldn't control it.
Harry: Just shut up Ron.
Hermione: Did I hear right? Are you two going to sneak out to duel with Malfoy?
Harry: Are you eavesdropping? Hermione: Of course not! I….just happened to be close by.
Ron: Yeah, right.
Hermione: You can't go! If you get caught…
Ron: Oh don't worry about us! Harry can defeat any wizard. He is ruthless.
Hermione: …you will cause Gryffindor to lose points!
Harry: You will earn them back. What other use do we have for nerds like you?
Hermione left in tears. Harry can be heartless to anyone who stands in his way. Unfortunately, right on midnight, Hermione materialised out of the shadows, like a ghoul. She wants to come with us. Ugh, girls are so annoying. Plus it turns out Malfoy changed his mind and never showed up.
Harry: Can you tell me what you are writing in that notebook all the time?
Ron: It is personal!
Hermione: Someone's coming!
Harry: It is Filch! Hurry! Follow me!
When Harry ran madly away, I obviously did not follow him. I never negotiate or take orders from psychopath murderers. So I was caught by Filch and was whipped until the morning. I kind of enjoyed it. There is a saying about redheads and whips surely.
September 26th.
Dear Diary,
Harry keeps trying to persuade me about a mad story with a three headed dog and a hatch. His hallucinations are becoming increasingly illogical. Hermione isn't talking to us after last night. Thank God.
Professor McGonagall is very fond of Hermione. She invites her for tea every day. Harry never noticed but I did. I decided to follow Hermione and find out what has been going on.
Ron: Harry! You aren't going to believe this!
Harry: Just like you don't believe there is a three headed dog guarding a hatch on the three floor corridor?
Ron: But what I'll tell you is true and doesn't stem from a psychotic brain such as yours.
Harry: It is true! There is the dog and the hatch!
Ron: But listen to me! Professor McGonagall and Hermione…are beliebers!
Harry: What is that?
Ron: They wear fan shirts of a brat called Biever or something. And they take turns kissing a poster and giggling to each other! Every day!
Harry: This is the craziest thing you have yet to say.
Ron: Believe it or not!
Harry is too consumed in his mad tale about the dog and the hatch to actually pay attention to my revelations about Hermione and McGonagall. His loss!