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[19 Oct 2004|02:36pm]
[ mood | blah ]

So, some of you seem scarcely about lately... All avoiding me, hm? Probably a good idea. I might turn into Voldemort and kill you or something.

Today I went down to the Owlery to see Hedwig, which wasn't nearly as enjoyable with Filch following me around and chanting all sorts of different, colorful phrases. He gets more creative by the minute, though I expect that half of them are compliments of Draco Malfoy. Yeh, okay, I don't need any more taunting, or staring either. I swear, Hannah Abbott some people have eyes the size of saucers, so it's rather obvious when they watch you from the moment you step into the room until you leave again. A little too obvious. Things haven't gotten any better since my first year, when everyone thought that I was some kind of freak. Hardly any better. Now some people seem to know about certain things that weren't supposed to become public knowledge. Once it gets to the Prophet, I'll never hear the end of it.

At least Rita Skeeter is gone.

Oh. Cho is still dating Michael Corner. I was a little surprised, but that's great. Congratulations, you two. I wish that Michael had never gotten his eyebrows back.

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[15 Oct 2004|12:01am]
[ mood | crushed ]

If one more person comes up to me today to ask about my scar, I will lose my bloody mind. No, I don't know where Voldemort is. No, I can't predict what he's going to do. No, I'm not having any "visions" or "voices" in my head, thank you very much. And yes, I am telling the truth. The only people I want to talk to right now or even see are Ron and Hermione. So everyone else...just leave me alone. I don't want to talk about Voldemort, I don't want to talk about Dumbledore. He's going to be fine. I don't want to talk about it.

Hexed only for Hermione and RonCollapse )

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[11 Oct 2004|10:55pm]
[ mood | angry ]

It's funny when you read the Daily Prophet and the things that happen just don't shock you anymore. It makes me think about the summers where I wouldn't know anything, and I'd try to pick up anything I could get...anything that would give a clue about what was going on back here, and now that I know...well, I don't really want to know anymore. I'm beginning to think that I don't want this anymore. I'm not talking about anything in particular, but if one more person says anything to me today regarding Dumbledore still being in his coma, they're dead. Especially if it's a Slytherin. Particularly Draco Malfoy. I can't take this anymore. I've owled everyone who might know about his condition, and no one will tell me anything. The whole idea about "protecting" me isn't working, it's just bloody frustrating. It seems like I can't know anything anymore except for what this rag of a paper prints, and who knows if I can even trust that, all considering. Dumbledore might be dead or something, and no one will want to tell me because Merlin forbid that the pyscho with the scar know anything...

I haven't seen Ron or Hermione around lately either. But I've been avoiding them a bit, so it's partly my fault I guess. I just don't want anyone to see me in this mood. I don't want to yell at anyone. Hopefully no one's found me too hard to live with lately. Sorry...

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[01 Oct 2004|10:36am]
[ mood | content ]

Well, I do believe I've fully recovered from the bout of "I'm never looking at girls again" that I was suffering from after that lovely bit of educational material. I can't speak for the rest of you blokes, but there are some things I just didn't want to know. So much for girls being mysterious and all that. Eurgh.

However, while I was walking through the corridors yesterday, I spotted something rather unusual outside a certain Professor Snape's office. I thought it was just balloons at first, but when I passed by... maybe not. So here's the question, Hogwarts: was I the only one who saw what appeared to be a floating bouquet of inflated rubbers left for Professor Snape? Maybe he has a secret admirer. Eurgh, that's a chilling thought.

Good Godric, I'm glad it's Friday. I need a break from all of these classes. One can only handle so much boredom for so long. (And no, Sirius, I wasn't talking about you there.) At any rate, I think I'm going to grab a bite of toast and see if I can't find a sunny spot in one of the courtyards. Seems a shame to be cooped up indoors when the weather looks so nice.

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0004. [27 Sep 2004|04:38am]
[ mood | confused ]

Filch just came running down the corridor rubbing his hands together, looking really happy. So I nosed about a bit to find the source of the commotion. It turns out that someone has magically grafted the words "Snape is gay" into loads of the school desks! I don't get it.


Not once have I ever seen Professor Snape happy.

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0003. [24 Sep 2004|09:16pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

We were all waiting for something after the Marks appeared in the sky but this is too much, I overheard one of the Aurors telling Tonks that there were limbs and bits of bodies scattered all over the floor when they got there. He described things in depth and... I had to leave, I just wanted to ask her how she was but I felt sick. I didn't even knock. Just eavesdropped accidentally and left. This is awful, Hermione's face when she picked up the Prophet... I'll never forget her expression for the rest of my life, she was probably thinking about her family and friends, of how much safer she is here, of what's to come. This is obviously just the beginning.

How anyone thinks I could do that to someone else is beyond me. I realise the thought process behind that but it's absolutely ridiculous. I have too much of that "power" or so it seems. This probably won't make sense except to the select few people, for which I'm grateful. I've bitten my nails to dust, I've paced the dorm repeatedly, and I'm itching to do something of importance. Hopefully, after classes, I'll be able to go to see Sirius.



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0002. [24 Sep 2004|02:24am]
[ mood | aggravated ]

So the Halloween Feast was nothing exceptional. I felt like I was being watched by a bird of prey from the staff table whenever I tried to eat so I gave up. In one way, I'm thankful nothing happened, but in another; well, it was the second actual feast we've had since the Sorting. I was worried Professor McGonagall might faint or something most of the way through. I tried not to talk to anyone but Andrew Kirke is really, um, enthusiastic and by that I mean 'Colin Creevey' enthusiastic so I was slightly scared. I was worried about McGonagall passing out or something considering the last feast. This is going to sound so stupid but I'm really angry with him for leaving me here, to my nightmares and to the constant mockery. I know I have Ron & Hermione but nothing in my life has ever been normal, so even normality with them makes me feel abnormal, or like I'm in the wrong body, or that my body feels too big for all the weight that I'm carrying. I dunno, it's weird. I can stand up for myself but I don't want to anymore, I'm sick of all of this, the looks I get, the whispers, the attention.

Oh, and I'm considering finding a burning charm to get rid of this scar once and for all.

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0001. [21 Sep 2004|05:53am]
[ mood | angry ]

Hello. My name is Harry Potter... and I have had enough.

I've been shifted about from pillar to post without any kind of explanation as to why I've been moved other than general excuses, I've been worried out of my mind without a soul to talk to, I've got piles of homework no thanks to Snape there, a killer headache, I'm angry, I'm tired, I miss Dumbledore and more than that, I'm sick of being this... whatever it is I'm supposed to be. Sirius is moving to the castle permanently tomorrow so I suppose I'll have to wait and see if things improve after then.

All I had to think about whilst I was away was Hogsmeade. I see everyone else got over it in no time whatsoever though so that's just wonderful. Sometimes, I feel so annoyed, I can't see straight -- I can hear him in my head when I sleep... wherever it was that they took me, it only made the memory of Mum's voice clearer. It rings in my head sometimes when I'm in class. I honestly felt like passing out today. So basically, I don't want to sleep OR be awake at the moment.

I'm just thankful that the Daily Prophet has left me alone. I wish I could say the same for Malfoy though, I had to stop myself from hitting him today. Or rather, Hermione did. I hate the way he looks at me, the way he talks down to me, he makes my skin crawl. I can't believe he's related to Sirius. Luna keeps bumping into me as well. Not... bumping into me like a regular person (sorry Luna), like she's testing to see if I'll react differently each time she does it. And she does it EVERY time I see her.

Why can't people just leave me alone?

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