( Private )

It's around 9:30, and it's still pitch black in the Great Hall, and it's been nearly a week. Hermione's asleep on my shoulder, and Ron's snoring a little on my other side, but I'm still worried ( Read more... )

Er. Right, well. It's been a long time, hasn't it? I've found that there are something things I can't write about in this thing, for some obvious reasons, and some reasons I'm still trying to work out. But, not that any of you care, but I've had a lot to deal with, and I'm finally getting over myself, and realising what an arse I've been. I don't ( Read more... )

I had another nightmare last night.

I thought they'd stop.

Ron and Hermione: I need to talk to you guys. Now.

Why can't he just fucking die?

( Private )

I don't want to be back.

I tossed this bloody journal into my trunk a few weeks ago, and found it again while looking for something. I almost threw it out of the Gryffindor Tower.

You always imagine your last year at Hogwarts to be something special, you know? It's what we've been working towards, isn't it? But I look at my schedule, and sit in ( Read more... )

Harry.

Harry and Ron.

Harry and Hermione and Ron.

Harry and Hermione and Ron.

Harry and Hermione.

Harry.

I'm leaving.

I don't know where I'm going...but I think...

I think I'm going home.

Don't come looking for me. I don't need help from charms or spells or anything. If Voldemort wants to kill me now, let him.

I'm sorry, Ron, Hermione. I need to be alone right now.

The rest of you- I'll see you at school.

If I'm still alive.

( Private stuff )

I'd kind of forgotten about these bloody things; I left mine in my school trunk for a couple of weeks. Suppose I shoud fill you lot in, not that you don't know.

My birthday party was...interesting. I didn't really know what to expect, actually. But, I wasn't displeased. Er, thanks, you know, for all the presents and such. I've never had a birthday ( Read more... )