p class="MsoNormal"Duncan's Diary 2/23/14 – 3 pm/p
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h3span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanDuncan swore he never met a Duncan before, until Harry came home from school one day. Harry came up to him and said one thing to him, "He thought he heard Hagrid in his dreams, but it happened to be his dreams…"/h3
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""So did he really heard Hagrid." The Dursley finished and Potter groaned. "You see, if he really heard Hagrid, he'd be in school, defending themselves against Voldemort and the Dark Arts."/p
p class="MsoNormal"…/p
p class="MsoNormal""You see, the Dark Arts professor was really intruding. He had this bald head on him with his wand all the time."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Erm..You think that'd be Voldemort?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Ahh..true. True."/p
p class="MsoNormal""And, he wanted to kill you?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Hm. I suppose so."/p
p class="MsoNormal"He sipped his tea from his cup and gulped it all down before continuing./p
p class="MsoNormal""You know, my dad? He grew up being against the Dark Arts too, in Hogwarts."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Yeah, and being a Dursley allows a Potter to stay in during bed hours too."/p
p class="MsoNormal""That's sad."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Oh well."/p
p class="MsoNormal"The End./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Harry's Diary. 2/23/14 – 8 pm/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHarry wrote down on his paper again, before going to sleep for the night. He heard the Dursley's snore as his wetted his camp wagon after remembering Dumbledore bored down onto the living room last night, camping in in the living room again. He hissed something in his breathe to Dumbedore, as he crept into the jarred opened door again./p
p class="MsoNormal""Dumbledore…psst, Dumbledore!"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Wha- is it Harry?" He sighed as his tired old legs lamped shut, folded under him./p
p class="MsoNormal""Dumbledore, that last test I had was truly and outrageously difficult. It was on the Defense of the Dark arts."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Ah, I'll see and check if it was..good or not." He grumbled something and lifted his hand over his hair before mumbling a spell over his style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /!- [if !supportLineBreakNewLine]-br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /!-[endif]-/p
p class="MsoNormal"" Hmm..." He flicked his finger over the parchment paper of names of students and grades on which subject, before finding Harry's./p
p class="MsoNormal""You got an 87. Not bad Harry."/p
p class="MsoNormal"He lifted his finger again and the parchment vanished./p
p class="MsoNormal"-/p
p class="MsoNormal"Harry crowed over his blanket and the wastebasket fell down on him./p
p class="MsoNormal"Dumbledore laughed In the living room./p
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