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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )