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Feb. 17th, 2007

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Right, well.

Ignore Ron and Malfoy and Parkinson and Crabbe and Goyle and, George. I'm sure you and Bulstrode will be very happy together. Just don't, you know, expect me to like her. Or talk to her. Or stop calling her Birdstrode behind her back. Or anything.

Good show, George!

And sorry about the Lavender thing, Hermione. But why'd you fix the vase if you were just going to break it all over again?

Feb. 6th, 2007

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Happy birthday, Mr. Weasley.

I tried owling you something this morning, but you'll have to tell me if Hedwig actually makes it to you. She's been taking longer and longer to come back when I send her out. I wonder if she will come back sometimes. So, er, tell me if you get your gift.

Okay, to be honest, I almost completely forgot. Hermione had to remind me and Ron at breakfast. I was sort of focused on Valentine's Day. Oh. And the match against Hufflepuff.

Dec. 22nd, 2006

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I don't know why everybody keeps going home for the holidays. You can't beat Christmas at Hogwarts. The castle is so peaceful with everybody gone.

Tomorrow I'm sleeping in and spending the rest of the afternoon getting beaten by Ron at wizard's chess. Maybe I'll even go see Dobby. And maybe even Myrtle.

Er. Actually, I'll just go see Dobby.

Speaking of which, um, if anybody's seen Greengrass, then please tell her that I need to talk to her because I need to formulate some kind of excuse as to what I was doing when her spell found me, um, because I do.

I should probably have gone shopping for everyone's presents already... I guess I've just been distracted lately.

Oct. 11th, 2006

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I'm going to tell you a long and complicated story that is an analogy for my life.

There are these two drinks: pink lemonade and blue raspberry. I've always drank (drunken?) pink lemonade because, well, I didn't know I could drink anything else and I didn't drink it often enough to complain, anyway.

But then. Then I had this amazingly good glass of blue raspberry. Like eerily good. I shouldn't have enjoyed drinking that as much as I did because I was so used to pink lemonade. Pink lemonade was normal. Or something. Blue raspberry was... not... it was just weird. But so, so very good.

And this glass of blue raspberry was so good that any other man who'd ever tried it had no complaints. But, see, my problem was that I wanted to be the only one drinking out of this glass (it was just that good) because it was my first glass of blue raspberry and the only glass I was interested in and I couldn't stop thinking about it, which had to mean something, right?

Just when I was somewhat (I think) close to getting this glass of blue raspberry to be mine and mine forever, this other glass showed up. And even though I was already aware of this other glass, it didn't become very interesting until it took it's shirt off it started looking all... shiny. Yeah.

The glass of blue raspberry that I really wanted got mad at me for checking out other glasses and, therefore, began ignoring me in favor of other drinkers. The shiny glass of blue raspberry ceased being shiny and went about its merry way, unaware of what it had done.

And I... Well, I suppose my question, if anybody still has any idea what I'm talking about, is what am I supposed to do now?

Obviously this desirable glass of blue raspberry will continue to hate me should I drink either pink lemonade, my initial drink of choice, or drink other glasses of blue raspberry. But I mean, I'm not drinking out of that particular glass at the moment, so why is it his its business? Besides, I'm not the one being difficult.

Jul. 31st, 2006

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I find it a bit disconcerting that every time I leave the house, I come back to find out that Ron and Hermione have locked themselves in a room upstairs. Disconcerting and a little sickening. I mean, it's not like I don't know what they're doing in there. I'm glad they don't want me to see it, but really. People might assume they're shagging and--

Oh. Fine. Now I'm going to have nightmares.

Anyway, Professor Lupin says that I need to learn how to Apparate as quickly as possible. Professor Snape started talking about some kind of course, but it was long and he was rambling and it was so much like being back at school that I just sort of. Didn't listen.

But Hermione was and she caught me up. Other than that, there's really been nothing going on.

Jul. 25th, 2006

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This morning, at breakfast, Remus told me the repercussions of the attack. A few people got hurt, but only one or two died. Voldemort was more focused on forcing me "out of hiding" than killing everybody in sight, for once.

Apparently, discovering the location of my childhood home (ha) was such a cause for celebration that one of the Death Eaters had time to put a curse on Dudley's friend Piers that had him singing badly long after he'd passed out.

I really shouldn't be amused by that bit, but I am.

I should have been there, but I'm not sorry I wasn't. It's kind of ironic that Malfoy dragged me to Kent to warn me about my impending death which he prevented (for the moment) by dragging me to Kent. And he wouldn't even let me thank him for it. I can't figure that guy out.

Anyway, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But everyone won't stop watching me. And I think Hermione might have broken a rib hugging me last night.

Oh, and just so you all know, when I wasn't in my room between 7:12AM and 7:20AM, I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth. I left a note.

Jul. 13th, 2006

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Dudley and I hung out tonight. Outside. Where people could see. And by 'hung out', I mean he got stuck in a window trying to sneak out of the house to meet The Gang and I helped him get out since I didn't want to get blamed for getting Dudley stuck in a window and since I could hear Aunt Petunia coming down the stairs. We hid in the bushes out front until Aunt Petunia closed the window and went back upstairs.

Consequently, I ended up getting locked out of the house, which left me with nothing to do but follow Dudley to the park in my pajamas and be the lookout while they spray painted "D-Dawg Waz Heer" on the slide. I think his education at Smeltings is going to waste if he really does spell like that.

In any case, I left when he and his friend lit up since I didn't want to reek of cigarette smoke and came home to a warm welcome: Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were awake, aware I'd left the house, and Not Happy.

Naturally, I pointed out that Dudley wasn't in the house either and was told that, unlike me, "Dudders" had actual, normal friends to hang out with on a Thursday night and didn't spend all his time in his room talking to an owl. They just finished lecturing me.

The moral of the story is: Next time you see your cousin stuck in a downstairs window, from which he would sustain no lethal damage if pushed, just walk away.

Jul. 5th, 2006

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Believe it or not, I've actually finished all my summer homework. No, I'm not joking and, yes, this is the real Harry.

I figured since the Dursleys were just going to lock up my books, wand, and every other magical possession I have, I may as well do my homework and then have them lock away my books than spend all summer picking the lock to finish one assignment at a time.

So, last night, I retrieved all my books and finished my homework. Hermione would be proud.

Also, I didn't think it was possible, but I'm pretty sure that Dudley resembles a small blimp now rather than a baby elephant like I originally thought. That diet thing? Yeah, not working. Especially since he's been keeping a stash of chocolate under this bed (right next to the cigarettes). I'd out him to Aunt Petunia, but I'm sure she'd blame me for corrupting him.

I really wouldn't care, but she might take the chocolate and that's the only edible thing left in the house.

So, hey, any friends of mine out there, if you could be so kind as to send me some actual food, I'd love you forever because I am really sick of eating two pieces of baby carrots for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Jun. 27th, 2006

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Well. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, that's for sure. At least I got some new clothes out of the deal, because, apparently, if she "had to look at me and my horrible sense of style for one more second, she was going to shoot herself". Hence why I left school looking like I usually do and returned looking like Malfoy with less shampoo and conditioner.

Best part of the day: I had a quarter pounder and Dudley didn't take it and consume it all in five seconds, give or take.

Worst part: Pansy and I got mistaken for a couple because I was holding all her (numerous) shopping bags and I now have a souvenir photo that reads 'Cutest Couple' containing Pansy and I looking appropriately horrified.

Nice trip.

Jun. 13th, 2006

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That is the last time I ever tell Ron where I am when I don't want to be found. He tied me to my bed last night. I'm completely serious. One minute I'm being dragged to the dorms, the next my wand is gone and little straps are pinning me to my own bed.

I find that a little drastic, but I didn't want to argue with Ron when he was giving me that look.

Whatever. It was a learning experience. I learned that if you stare at the cracks in the ceiling long enough, they start to look like Professor Flitwick.

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