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Saturday, August 16th, 2003
[12:05 am] - IwanttoseethegameIwantoseethegame!
The Weasleys, Hermione, and I are camped out for the Quidditch World Cup game. I can't wait. After Percy explained to me about the teams (as Ron was shocked that I never heard of Viktor Krum and hasn't been able to get over the said shock to explain who he is and the teams and the like), I wandered off by myself to see all the different wizards. I mean, I had never given it much thought to about all the different nationalities of wizards.

Ran into Cedric again after we all took that..portkey thing.. to here.. And he was with some girl named MB. I'm not sure what "MB" stands for, but yeah. She was sort of strange, but didn't look as though she socialized a lot. Not that I'm particularly social, myself...

Anyway, it got a little scary for a bit, because Auror Reiss and Professor Wolfe saw us. Professor Wolfe was drunk..And spouting nonsense. I'm SO glad she isn't Gryffindor's head anymore. Very, very glad. Speaking of her, George has been trying to sell me a photo of her humping one of the easy chairs in the common room during that one time she was really drunk... Needless to say, even after subsequent cleansing spells, no one who witnessed that has ever sat in that chair again.

Anyway, I found Ron again and we went back to the tent and he showed me his Viktor Krum action figure. I wish Muggle action figures moved on their own like wizard ones.

[current mood] bouncy

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Wednesday, April 30th, 2003
[10:24 pm] - I'm so tired...
The past couple of weeks have been extraordinarily busy for me. Oliver has been drilling the Gryffindor team, rain or shine, in hopes of winning the championship. If that weren't enough, I still have to find time with Professor Lupin for Patronus training. I'm still having trouble creating one. Professor Lupin says that it takes time and is difficult for novice wizards (I guess I'm still one..hmph) to manage to make one. But I'm at least able to conjure up faded ones.

Outside of that, Malfoy is being an utter prat. He refuses to go to any more Care of Magical Creatures classes after the whole Buckbeak incident. I absolutely hate him and his father for trying to get Hagrid and trouble and for trying to get Buckbeak put down. The nerve. I'm still glad I got Malfoy with that Patronus during our last Quidditch game. Certainly, it made me feel better after all of the things that have been happening.

Things have been quiet on the Black front, momentarily at least. Ron thinks that perhaps he's lost interest, but I doubt that. I just wish I knew what he's planning...

On the subject of Ron, I most certainly was in my bed the entire night. I'm not sure what you were dreaming, Ron. Although I had a dream that I was stumbling into the sixth year girls' dormitory...It was sort of fogged. And for some reason, a lot of girls are glaring at me today...Wonder why?

Also, I wish that Ron and Hermione would make up. But I'd rather not get into the middle of that, so that's all I'll say.

((Yay for lumping together every element of PoA we've been neglecting and simplifying it (and probably making some mistakes) horribly!))

[current mood] stressed

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Thursday, April 24th, 2003
[12:05 am] - Stoppit already.
Snape and Wolfe are holding disturbing conversations on here. I really don't want to hear anything about their personal lives. I specifically never want to hear Snape curse again.

On the brighter side, my hair doesn't smell of butter anymore. Took long enough. Several owls had been nibbling on my head because of my buttery scent during breakfast ever since I fell asleep with my head in a bowl of popcorn.. Don't ask me how it happened. That night was weird enough as it was.

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Wednesday, April 9th, 2003
[11:51 pm] - As if things couldn't get worse...
...Now Ron and Hermione are fighting. Ron thinks that Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, ate Scabbers. Yes, there was some blood and cat fur on Ron's sheets, it doesn't mean Scabbers is dead. He might have gotten wounded. Or perhaps it was something completely different. In any case, Scabbers is missing and my two closest friends aren't on speaking terms. I tried to talk to them, but was mostly shooed away. I don't want to take sides, but I can't seem to mediate this either.

I spent today alone at all three meals. Ron stuck around Fred and George. And Hermione was sitting with Neville, who at least was happy to have company, I guess.

This year shall be the death of me, if not literally, then at least emotionally.

[current mood] troubled

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Wednesday, March 26th, 2003
[7:21 pm]
Yes, it's me again...

I was able to find a way to Hogsmeade, with the help of Fred and George. They gave me a terrific gift, really, it's something. I decided not to take my father's invisibility cloak, only because it was a spur of the moment type of thing. I managed to startle Ron and Hermione at a sweets shop..Oh, what was it called? Oh, right, Honeyduke's. Anyway, Hermione thought it would have been best if I were to just go back to Hogwarts and not get in trouble, but Ron and I were able to finally convince her otherwise.

This is where my recount becomes, well, personal. So, with that in mind...

[Viewable to only Ron and Hermione]

((OoC: Which means, everyone else is, of course, able to read this, but you as your character cannot react to this or know about this))

We went to The Three Broomsticks for butterbeer. Both Ron and Hermione said that butterbeer is fantastic. And they were right. I can't really describe it, beyond saying, it's "buttery."

However, while we were busy drinking our butterbeer, we overheard a bunch of professors talking over at a table very close to ours. I was made to duck underneath the table (which, well, was a good idea) and listened.

...I learned that Sirius Black was a good friend of my father's. And that he ratted my parents out to Voldemort. It took a lot from me to stay quiet as I heard all of this. As soon as the professors and Minister Fudge (who they were talking to) left, I ran back to Hogwarts. I looked through the photo album I have of my parents and sure enough, there was a younger and cleaner version of him standing next to my parents in a wedding photo smiling and acting like a total arse in it.

I can't believe it...

And now he wants to finish the job and kill me... He's already infiltrated Hogwarts twice...

[/Viewable to everyone again!]

To make matters worse, I had to serve a detention with Snape. I had been contemplating my newly-found circumstances in his class, and well, of COURSE, he used that to his advantage by assigning me a detention. It actually only turned out to be a strange detention. Ginny and Belle, to name a few, were also serving detentions. Wolfe slinked into the classroom wearing what must have been her old school uniform. Er, it was disgusting. She and Snape have private "detentions?" What the hell does that mean? I really don't want to think of Snape as being sexually...active. Egh. Then for another disturbing reason, Lucius Malfoy and who I must assume was his wife came in to yell at Wolfe for giving their "precious" son trouble in her class. It ultimately resulted in Wolfe throwing a fit and leaving after arguing with Snape and breaking up with him...or something. Detention pretty much ended after that. Seeing him suffer in some sort of way brightened my day somewhat. But now that it's over, I've gone back to mulling over my previous problems.

[current mood] depressed

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Monday, February 17th, 2003
[1:03 am] - Valentine's Day.
Without saying, this was the oddest Valentine's Day celebration I've had yet. Really. It had angst, romance,.. weird..stuff..., and confusion.

Needless to say, I spent most of the day in hiding. From those dwarves. This time, they were dressed up in big, gaudy heart costumes. Professor Lockhart's "visions" of a perfect Valentine's Day have yet to not disgust me.

That evening, we were surprised with a "bachelour auction." It was disgusting. Apparently, Madam Hooch was trying to raise money for new school brooms (I have to admit ours are kind of loopy to say the least). Ron raised pretty much money. So did I, I guess. More than I thought I would. Hermione bought Ron for some reason. Don't know why. She didn't look very pleased with herself. And Ginny bought me. At the time, it made little sense to me, except that maybe she was being nice. Who knows who I could have gotten (Though, Ron, I think that large-busted Gryffindor would have bought me)? Seamus kept bidding people up. He kept bidding Katie up for Oliver and Penelope Clearwater for Percy It was weird. Finally, Professor Wolfe stuck Seamus with the winning bid for Professor Snape. Needless to say, he was angry, and cost us about seventy points and received three detentions. He ran off shortly after.

Then after the auction, Ginny and I danced for a bit... She was acting oddly. Finally, she confessed that she has a crush on me. Eh..I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to say anything, because I seriously don't know what to say. I don't know how I feel about her...

Well...To clear my mind, I think Ron and I are going to beat up Seamus. Good night.

[current mood] contemplative

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Saturday, February 15th, 2003
[10:09 pm] - Here I am.
Hermione told me that everyone was moving to Blurty. I guess it's OK with me. I don't mind, as long as my friends are with me.

School has been very odd lately. Muggle Studies class, actually. Malfoy stormed out of that class because Professor Wolfe was picking on him. I've never liked Wolfe before, but maybe she isn't too bad. I'm a little shocked that Malfoy would just snap at her like that, though I admit I've been tempted to give her a smart comment or two.

Both Ron and Percy have been subtly reminding everyone that their birthdays are coming up. I'm not sure what to get Ron, really. It's kind of hard since I can't go to Hogsmeade.

[current mood] bored

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