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Torn. [04 May 2003|12:16pm]
[ mood | worried ]

We just stood there the rest of the night, wrapped in each other's arms. I might've fallen asleep eventually, but it's so hard to remember.

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Fred, George, Ron.. I know I haven't been around much lately. You're right.. about everything. I haven't been getting enough sleep in. Girl stuff, Ron. Sometimes the girls and I stay up late talking about.. boys.. and we just.. forget to go to sleep. It's nothing to worry about, though. Everything is fine.

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Holidays and such. [23 Apr 2003|05:30pm]
[ mood | amused ]

DRACO, LEARN TO CONTROL YOUR FATHER! .. I've decided: I'm either going to find a way to drop DADA (ask Professor McGonagall or just ditch it every day) or do something about Professor Malfoy. Why does he have to pick on me - of all the students? I know things aren't great between our families, but honestly!

Neville, is anything wrong? I hope not. I'm so sorry I've been late to take you up on your offer of getting together.. so many things have come up lately - I hope you understand. Also, there's someone I want you to meet. I'm sure you'll just love him - he's my best friend. His name is Thomas, but you can just call him Tom. I'm going to try and see when it's best for him to get together with us, if you don't mind. He doesn't go to Hogwarts - he's much older. But he's wonderful, nonetheless.

Easter came and went. Didn't really celebrate - I'm not into the whole religion thing. Mum sent me a bright pink Weasley sweater, though. Every year I tell her the same thing - pink just isn't my colour, but every year she keeps sending me another pink one. Parents - you gotta love 'em. Colin gave me a real rabbit made of actual chocolate.. he's an odd kid, Colin. I think I'm going to let it out on the grounds; I have no use for a chocolate rabbit.


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Personal [14 Apr 2003|07:56pm]
[ mood | confused ]

Thank you, Neville, for returning my book. And thank you, Neville, for something else.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts is such a drag. Professor Malfoy just won't give me a break. Even though I showed him my now-found book, he still gave me those frightening glares all hour. It was a relief to get out of there, though. Ron, are you feeling okay? I haven't been seeing much of you lately. You, too, Hermione. Where are you guys?


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Bloody boys. [05 Apr 2003|09:39am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

April fools day is definitely not something I want to experience again anytime soon (thank Merlin this is only once a year). Colin and Dennis Creevey thought it would be just hilarious to put a hovering charm on some water balloons. That way, when we woke up (about 2 hours late.. where is that alarm clock?), I guess it triggered something, and the balloons popped directly over our heads. We’ll get them back – even if we do have to wait until next year. I was surprised to see Fred and George didn’t have anything planned… Guys, I thought this was your favourite holiday! What happened? I mean… you didn’t even do anything to Ron – now that’s a first! (no offense, Ron!)
Anyways, I think it’s safe to assume that Harry is doing a little bit better. I’m beginning to see more of him, especially during those early-morning Quidditch practices. Which, by the way… if you didn’t already know, I’m the new Gryffindor team Keeper! Wonderful, isn’t it? I really wasn’t expecting it… I think Ron is a much better flyer than me, but… what can I say? Girl power!
Lately, the common room has been unbelievably quieter. I’m honestly very glad that Harry is feeling better – even if it is just a tiny bit… it’s a start. I’m hoping to talk to him soon, but every time I’m around him, I get the feeling he doesn’t want me there… I understand he wants his space.

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By the way, if anyone sees a fourth year Defense Against the Dark Arts book, let me know. It’s a little old, and the spine is covered in tape. I seem to have misplaced it… or maybe it was another one of Colin’s jokes. Either way, I really need it back. I can’t stand those evil glares Lucius Professor Malfoy (does that sound a little odd to you, as well?) keeps giving me. It’s really quite frightening – you’d understand if you were in my position. Thank you.


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Mmm. [26 Mar 2003|07:52pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

He’s back.. :menacing giggle.: ( Sorry. It had to be done. )

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Malfoy is crazy, associating me with You-Know-Who! Malfoy, you prat, unlike you, I would never stoop that low! .. I tried to talk to Harry after Quidditch tryouts. When he saw me, he started running away. This is going too far.


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This has to stop. [24 Mar 2003|06:39pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

Last night I couldn’t sleep. I was tossing and turning all night. I didn’t think anybody would be awake at that time, so I went downstairs into the common room. What I heard frightened me. It was the sound of tears and someone begging for forgiveness.
It was the weirdest thing, Diary. I saw Harry crouched down in front of the fireplace with his head in his hands. It scares me to think of what is going on with him. I knew he was still depressed, but I didn’t think it was this serious. I never thought of Harry as being the breakable type. He was always the strong one, the one we could all look up to and know everything will be okay. It’s not like that anymore. I miss the old Harry, Diary. Our protector. .. Why do I feel like we’re the ones who have to protect him now? It hurt me to see the pain on his face. I didn’t dare interrupt him, so I sat there the rest of the night, hidden on the stairs where he couldn’t see me. Eventually, I began crying myself.

It’s an odd thing, life. How quickly it passes and how suddenly it can be taken away from you. Sometimes I get lost in thought during a meal and I’ll stay in the Great Hall long after everyone is gone. Usually I’m alone, but sometimes I see Cho Chang sitting by herself at the Ravenclaw table. I went to her once.. But she just pushed me away. I’m sure she’s hurting inside just as much as Harry is. No one cares, though. No one even talks to her. Why – because she’s just another student. Not like Harry. She isn’t the Boy Who Lived. She’s just another face in the crowd. Another girl with silly problems that no one cares to find out about. It amazes me how horrible some people can be. They don’t care or even talk about the details. The only thing that comes to mind is Voldemort and Harry. They don’t realize how many other people this “war” affects.

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I’m going to the Quidditch pitch as soon as I finish this entry. Fred and George said something about a Gryffindor team meeting. I’m thinking of trying out as the new keeper. I’m sure it will give me a nice boost of energy and happiness. .. Anything to take my mind off of all of this. I’ve made up my mind – If I don’t see Harry down on the pitch, I’m marching straight up to that bed of his and having a nice little talk with him. Decided.


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Things. [20 Mar 2003|03:37pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

Everyone's making such a big fuss about these journal things. Having to keep up with them, etc. I actually find it to be quite easy. I don't think of it as a chore, but more like.. a hobby. I enjoy sitting down in the common room (where they have installed one of these "compy-tuters") and typing instead of writing.

Anyway, did I mention I hated the Slytherins? So far, they've been nothing but nasty towards my family and I. I swear to Merlin, if I was just a bit older and knew a few more spells, I would show them a thing or two. I mean.. big deal if we don't have any much money! So what? And even if we did, I wouldn't go flaunting around about it like some people do.

I was really hoping this year would be different. .. House-wise, I mean. I thought ( foolishly, might I add ) that the Slytherins would start to show some heart, or at least learn to keep their noses out of other peoples' business. .. It doesn't seem like they're heading off towards a good start, though.

Malfoy, you bloody prat, if I hear one more insult from you, I swear you will not be a happy person. I will be forced to take matters into my own hands. It will not be pretty.

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I think I need to stop hanging out with the fifth years. And if Harry doesn't come out of that stupid room, I'm going to go wand-crazy on him. And that's the truth.


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Very educational. [17 Mar 2003|08:28pm]
[ mood | excited ]

Contrary to what others may think, I really like the Headmaster's idea. He said all we have to do is login to this system and use it like a diary. Then we're all automatically connected to each other through this Muggle process called Internet. A lot faster than owls, the Internet is. .. Great ideas, Muggles have, eh? It allows us to read what each other write. Wonderful, isn't it? I'm really looking forward to using it.

It seems Malfoy is planning on using this system as another means for disturbing us Gryffindors. I still don't see the joy he gets from constantly annoying us. Being a pureblood doesn't make him better than everybody. I mean.. I'm a pureblood, but I don't around boasting about it like he does. I mean honestly he isn't all that great. I don't understand what anybody sees in him.

I'm beginning to notice that as the days go by, Harry's becoming more and more distant. It's reached to the point where he doesn't even accept to talk to talk to Ron or Hermione anymore. This really has to stop. I know how bad he must feel, but the past is the past, and it seems everyone has gotten over it except for him. .. I want to be there for him, really, I do. But how can I if he won't even let me know what he's feeling?

Well, that's enough for today, Diary.


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Oh my. [22 Jan 2003|08:05pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Well. Where to start? So much has happened these past few days. First, Harry finally came out of his room. I'm not sure if it was a realization of time or the notes a few of us slipped him - he wouldn't say. Lucky for him he came out right as we were all huddling by the fireplace. Then we went.

We arrived in Diagon Alley, and from there we all went our seperate ways. I went with Mum to get a new broom. Of course, it's not the newest, but it's alright. A Nimbus 2000 - but I'm still very proud. It's still better than a Cleansweep. I saw Percy talking to someone who looked really familiar. Upon closer look, we realized it was Fleur Delacour - one of the Triwizard contestants. She looked much more beautiful than I remembered, and I learned that she will be teaching us Astronomy! I'm oh-so-happy.

Right. So we stayed the night at the Leaky Cauldron - I shared a room with Hermione. And the next morning we went to Kings Cross station. I must say, the ride this year must have been one of the best. I got together with Colin Creevey and a couple of his Ravenclaw friends and we had a blast. It was really great having Percy back with us, too. Of course, he spent most of his time with Fleur up in the front compartment. Nothing from Harry until we arrived that night.

The Great Hall looked marvelous, of course. Harry slumped in his seat all night and didn't say anything to anybody - not even Ron or Hermione. But I was too busy to notice anything else. This great feeling rushed over me when I saw Percy up at the Professor's table. I'm really proud for him.. all that work and Old-Percy things paid off. Unfortunately, fourth years don't take Ancient Runes, so I won't have the chance to attend his class. Professor Dumbledore said that prefects would be announced the upcoming week, and something else about a 'special project'. I'm quite excited about that, but I hope it's nothing that turns out to be like the Triwizard Tournament. I don't know if I could possibly deal with that again.

The school seems unbelievably empty. However, it's nice being able to walk down the halls without being trampled over. I still don't understand why parents don't want their kids going to Hogwarts. Supposedly, it's the safest place to be in 'times like this'.

Lucius Malfoy - Draco's father - is the new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor. How he got this position, I'll never know. I must make a note to owl father about this - I don't think he'll be too happy. Lucky for me, I don't have DADA today. I'm dreading the day I do, though. Malfoys aren't very fond of us Weasleys, I noticed.

More tomorrow, when classes start. Goodnight, Diary.


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Lately. [19 Jan 2003|06:48pm]
[ mood | sad ]

I still didn't get the chance to talk to Harry. Him being locked up in his room all day long isn't helping the situation much either. So instead I've been practicing more Quidditch with Fred and George - who, by the way, said maybe I can get a spot on the Gryffindor team. Nowadays Quidditch seems to be one of the few things that brings a smile to my face. I'm not happy with that, but for now I guess it'll have to do.

As soon as everybody wakes up, it's off to Diagon Alley we go. Mum told me to try and wake up Harry, but banging on someone's door can only do so much. I would try out an unlocking charm, but I don't want to disturb him. Though if he doesn't get out soon, we might just have to leave without him. Dumbledore wouldn't be too happy.

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Hopefully that'll get to him. I made a list for Mum of things we need to get from Diagon Alley:

1) Ron's school things.
2) My school things.
3) Fred and George's school things.
4) Harry and Hermione's school things.
5) My very first broom. (Very excited about this.)
6) More Floo Powder. (We're running out. Luckily Mum, Dad and Percy can Apparate.)
7) Food for Pig.
8) Food for Crookshanks.
9) A scarf for Mum.

You know what I didn't mention before, Diary? A few weeks back, Mum found a huge sack of Galleons beside her bed. We don't know how they got there, or who gave them to us, but we are very grateful. If it wasn't for this, I would never be getting a broom - I'd be stuck having to use one of the school's. Gotta go. Hermione just woke up.


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Gotta love the family. [17 Jan 2003|05:54pm]
[ mood | determined ]

Mum cooked an excellent lunch today. All our favourites. Harry actually came down from his room, but only to eat. As soon as he finished, he moped back upstairs without a word. I'm planning on talking to him real soon. I can't bring myself to it, though. I know it sounds weird, Diary. I mean.. it's Harry. He's like a brother to me, and I know I can tell him anything.

Just not this. It seems to important to him. I don't want to force him to talk about it until he's ready. Although, I feel like if I don't do something soon, it's going to eat him up from inside. I miss the old Harry. The one we all loved. The one who gave us hope when we were in danger. The one who assured us everything was going to be alright.

Without Harry, our world could just.. end. As Ron would put it, we're all just pawns on a chessboard, waiting to be taken over by the Dark Lord King. As much as I hate it, I have to agree.

Moving on to less depressing things, Mum went ahead and began on dinner when the tables were all cleared. An excellent woman, Mum is. Cooks delicious meals, I might add. I sat around reading some of Gilderoy Lockhart's old books. Hermione and Ron were deep in conversation about.. something. I didn't want to intrude. Already I feel like I'm an annoyance just sitting across from them. They would never tell me that, of course. Wouldn't want to hurt my feelings, I'm sure.

Percy actually came down for dinner. He's quite the busy one. At least he's more relaxed now, and I really like that. It's great having the 'New-Percy' around - as Fred of George call him. Speaking of the Dynamic Duo, they've been running around like mad all day, looking for charm books and such. Won't tell me what it's about.. I'm sure if Mum knew, she'd have their wands. It's all very "hush-hush" they say. .. Harry stayed up in his room for dinner, and there's talk of Hermione going to visit her parents. I hope she does. Poor Muggles, having no idea what's going on. It must be horrible. .. Being a Muggle, I mean. Imagine.

Late school shopping. Nothing new. The day before school starts is what Dad is saying. It's going to be great having Percy come back to school with us.. even if he is going to be teaching.



Right, then. [15 Jan 2003|09:27pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

Dad told me I should take up writing in a diary -- one that doesn't have a brain. Of course, Mum was very reluctant on accepting to buy me one, but Dad talked to her about it, and I think they both finally agreed that I'm old enough now, and I know the difference between bad and good.

At least, I think I do.

Anyway, I woke up early this morning, to go to the Ministry with Dad. He wanted to have a talk with Mr. Fudge about Percy resigning, and I tagged along. I've only been there once, but I never really got to do anything. This time wasn't very different, but it beat staying at home with the boys. We Floo Powdered back to the Burrow to see that Percy, Hermione and Harry already arrived. I didn't see Harry around anywhere, but I didn't mention anything about it.

When Percy finally stopped hugging me and let me go ( I swear my neck will never be the same! ), I went off with Ron and Hermione to talk about 'recent events'. Supposedly Hermione was almost assassinated, and now her parents are off somewhere in hiding. Professor Snape assured Mum and Dad they were safe though. .. Safe? With Snape? We'll have to wait and see about that.

Anyway, it got me thinking.. back to the Triwizard Tournament. I'm almost certainly sure that Hermione's incident has something to do with the rise of You-Know-Who the cause of Cedric's death. However, I'm not going to let this get me down today. .. Nope.

No more crying. No more locking myself in my room. I am officially over the Triwizard Tournament, thank you very much. I have taken up much better things. .. Fred and George have been teaching me all I need to know about Quidditch. They reckon I could make a good keeper with enough practice. I certainly hope so.

Ron's telling me Harry is up in his room, and he's locked himself in. I don't want to intrude or anything. I know the feeling. Although, it must be ten times worse for him. After all, he is Harry Potter. Perhaps I will check up on him..


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