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Name: Harry
Country: United Kingdom
Birthday: 7/31/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: Quidditch! Playing, watching, supporting, you name it, I do it. I love Quidditch!
Expertise: Area of expertise? Well...I can do magic at school. But so can everyone else. The Decree of Underage Wizardry stops me using it at home, so I'm really nothing special.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/28/2001
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| Sorry for the long break. It was really morale boosting to read
all your supportive comments. The past seven months have helped
me get to grips with my own mind in a way.
It's nearly time for school to break up for the summer, and I'm sat
doing this on our last Hogsmede weekend. It's certainly been an
eventful year. We're really at war now. Truly. I'm
sure even those of you muggles reading this must have noticed the
signs. The motorways being jammed for hours, public transport
going nowhere. I assume the plan is to slow you all down so much,
you don't notice the devastation going on infront of your eyes.
All I can say is, thank Merlin they finally got rid of Fudge, the old
fool. There was a heartstopping half hour back there where I
honestly thought Umbridge and her toady ways would sneak in, but
obviously that was before her well documented break down and move to
Sweden, where centaurs can no longer be found.
I still don't feel that I can be everyone's hero, but I know now that
when the time comes, I have to at least try. It's alot to deal
with. I try not to think about it mianly, but it's pretty
unavoidable. I'm gonna shoot off and have a butterbeer
now...Until the next time,
Harry
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| Hello all,
I am aware that much time has passed since my last entry, but I feel that I must take to Dudley's keyboard once more to spill out my thoughts, lest the pressure of them whizzing around inside my head cause some sort of explosion.
You can't even begin to imagine how much things have changed for me. Reading back those old entries from years ago, I couldn't help but blink back a few tears...How I long for those times. At least then I had friends, at least then I had...Sirius.
Yes, you read correctly. The one person in my whole life that came close to being a father is dead. Killed at the hand of his own cousin, at the command of the one who wants me dead. At the hand of the one who must have me dead, I learn, for ultimately, that is what must happen. He must kill me, or I him, there is no other way out.
How I long to kill him. For the past year of my life I have known little but misery, hate, fear and revulsion on a scale that I wasn't aware even existed. People I thought were my friends refuse to pass me in the corridors. I have been publically dragged through the mud, both in school and in the national media.
Times are bleak, people are dying, and THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO TO STOP IT. I wish I could, but I CAN'T and no one seems to understand. They all want a hero, a crown price to lead them from the battlefield to glory, but I AM NOT THAT PERSON. I would be if I could, but I can't and that's all there is to it.
You see, the thing is...I'm afraid.
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| Hello again,
As usual, I've had very little to do today...my cousin decided to acknowledge my existence by threatening to pound me into a bloody pulp should I enter his sight. Needless to say, I've steered well away from him today.
I got a few letters this morning, though my owl is now ignoring me, as I was hardly in a mood to shower her with attention when she flew in at past midnight this morning, having been away for two weeks delivering and picking up letters for me.
I had the usual letter from school to tell me that the train will be leaving as always on September the first from Platform 9 and 3 quarters, Kings Cross Station, but I also had three other letters which were slightly more interesting.
The first two were from my friends, Ron and Hermione. As I think I may have said, before I went to Hogwarts, I didn't have any friends. But now I can't imagine life without the two of them. They're at each other's throats most of the time, but I don't think we'd be able to get by without each other.
The first letter was from hermione. Her parents are muggles and they run a dentists surgery. It was the usual sort of letter, you know, how are you doing, hope you're okay, etc, etc. It cheered me up no end though, it gets awful being stuck with the Dursley's day and night.
The second letter was Ron's. Ron comes from an all wizard family, and he has six brothers and a sister! He said I might be able to go and stay with his family in a few weeks until the summer was over, but his mum had to clear it with Dumbledore (my headmaster) first. Ron's mum wanted to take me home with them as soon as last term ended, but Dumbledore insisted that I went back to the Dursley's, for a while at least. Don't you just hate it when you know something's going on that no one wants to tell you about?
The third letter was from Sirius, my god father. He said that he was going to be on the move again in a few days, that he had to drop in on another old friend, but he didn't say which one. He said that he might see me soon, but he was really cryptic about it...I hope he's not going to do anything stupid. Does anyone else hate it when it seems as if everyone else knows someting you don't?
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| Hello,
My name is Harry, and I'm pretty new to using the Internet in general. I live with my aunt, uncle and cousin, and I never really get much of anything, so when I ended up with my cousin Dudley's old computer in my bedroom when he got a new one, it was a completely new experience.
Someone I met in a chatroom recommended I try Xanga, so, finding that, as usual, I have absolutley nothing to do as the rest of my "family" are currently pretending I don't exist, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to have a look.
I think I'm meant to make this a little bit personal, so maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself. As I already said, my name is Harry and I live with my aunt, uncle, and cousin Dudley. My parents were killed when I was only a year old, and the Dursleys (who are my only living relatives) have made it quite clear over the past fourteen years, that they wish I had died too.
They've never said that of course. But they resent being saddled with me, and I have to wear all of my cousin's cast off clothing as they prefer to spend as little money on me as possible. Alot of the time, they pretend I don't even exist. So it's a good job I never spend more than six weeks a year with them any more.
You see, I go to boarding school now, and I only come home in the summer. Before I started going to Hogwarts (my school) I lived a miserable existance. I never had a single friend. But the way things stand, I can almost bear living here, because I know that soon enough, I'll be back at school.
Only now, things are a little bit more complicated. I don't really want to go into it right now, but all it boils down to is, that after thirteen years, the person that killed my parents is after me too. I try to think about it as little as possible.
My god father has written to me several times recently, to check that I'm still alright. In his more recent letters, he sounds more anxious, but also more...happy. Happy is completely the wrong word to describe it, but I can't think of another one. He's staying with a friend at the moment, and I wish I could see him, but for him to visit wouldn't be wise, as all the rest of the world bar a few people think he's a murderer. He was convicted of a crime he didn't comit, and he's in hiding you see.
I've already said alot more than I intended to, and I'm sure most of you reading this don't really care about my personal troubles. But I feel relieved to have gotten some of that out, so I think I may write more another time. And if ANYONE who has read this has any advice as to how I can survive the remaining summer until I can go back to school, please let me know. Right now, it feels as if it's going to last forever.
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