Disclaimer: I dont see why we need disclaimers, as it is a FANfiction but oh well. I own... this FANFICTION and nothing more.
I never have been one for writing diaries or journals, but I can’t hold my feelings in anymore. I think I am going to snap, almost like Ron has. I might as well write down the whole story at that. Maybe in the future, someone will find this diary and know the truth about one of my best friends, Harry Potter. To let them know he was more than just a fabulous hero, that he wasn’t only The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry Potter is the best friend anyone could ask for; he was trustworthy, brave, and was very caring. When others let you down, including your other best friend, he wouldn’t leave your side. If I had to go back to Halloween night in our first year in 1991, I would still choose to be nearly killed by a mountain troll, where Harry and Ronald Weasley (my other best friend) saved me and we became the best of friends.
Throughout the years, we got closer, and experienced more and more adventures, and more and more battles. In second year I was petrified (Not really the scared term, I was turned into stone/frozen), Ron helped Harry somehow, I am vague on the details because I didn’t figure out until I was unpetrified. Harry went into the Chamber of Secrets, which couldn’t be opened without Slytherin’s true heir opening it in Parseltongue. Harry can talk to snakes because You-Know-Who transferred some of his power (unintentionally, of course) into Harry when he tried killing him as a baby. He killed a full-grown basilisk in the chamber, and got rid of You-Know-Who’s childhood memory who controlled Ron’s younger sister, Ginny, by a diary.
In third year, the man accused of leading You-Know-Who to Harry’s house to kill the Potter’s escaped from Azkaban Prison, which at that time, was guarded by Dementors. Everyone thought that he, Sirius Black, was after Harry, but he wasn’t. He was after Peter Pettigrew, who was still alive, and an unregistered Animagus. He came to Hogwarts and nearly caught Pettigrew, but he escaped as Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Art’s teacher at the time, turned into his werewolf form. Harry fought a group of Dementors, and we were taken back to the castle, and they caught Sirius, but he escaped. I wont say how, even if I knew what happened.
Fourth year, Harry was entered into the Triwizard Tournament by an insane Deatheater, who acted as Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. He went through 3 tasks, the 3rd one leading to the death of the other Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory. While I was in the stands, I heard rumors that someone died, and I was terrified that it was Harry. The tournament cup turned out to be a portkey and he and Cedric (They took it at the same time) were taken to a graveyard, where Cedric was immediately killed. Harry watched You-Know-Who re-gain his body.
5th year, a horrible, nasty woman took the job as the Defense Teacher. I really hated her, as well as everyone except the Slytherins. She particularly hated Harry and she took him of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She tried getting him expelled by sending Dementors to ‘Kiss’ him over the summer. Most people thought he was a joke. In the Department of Mysteries, Sirius, Harry’s godfather died, protecting him. Sirius Black was innocent, by the way.
In our Sixth year, Harry became more and more down. There was an attack at Hogwarts, more than 40 students were killed, including Dennis Creevy, Cho Chang, and Ginny’s friend Luna Lovegood. These were students we knew, in case you never heard of them. You-Know-Who Dueled against both Harry and Ron, and Ron was seriously hurt, hit a few times with a Cruciatus Curse, and then was forced to duel against Harry because of the Imperious curse. I don’t think that Ron ever forgave himself, even though Harry wasn’t angry and him in the slightest. I wasn’t there when the duel took place, because I was hit with some kind of funny curse when the school was attacked, a week earlier. Harry got out, but his eyesight was dulled even more than normal, and he needed extra-powerful glasses to be able to see normally.
Near the end of our last year, Dumbledore was attacked in his sleep, and he died the next day. The Wizarding world was shocked to hear that Dumbledore was dead, and a group of Deatheaters took over in his place. Everyone, including Ron and I, thought that Harry was attacked too, but after a week, Harry came back and dueled You-Know-Who. Their wands connected again, and light poured over the whole great hall. Harry got his curse to hit You-Know-Who, just as Voldemort hit Harry with some blinding charm, and it killed the Dark Lord and Harry lost his eyesight.
It’s been a year since then, and half of the people we knew where dead, including some of the Weasley’s. Arthur was dead, and so was Percy and Charlie. George lost his ability to walk, and Ron is insane. St. Mungo’s insisted on taking him in, but the remaining Weasley’s didn’t allow it. Harry and I went to live at the burrow. We all stayed in the basement, not because the Weasley’s forced them to, but because they chose to. Molly kept insisting that I take Percy’s room and Ron and Harry share Ron’s room, but we stayed downstairs because we wanted to stay together.
I have to help my friends. They helped me with the troll, and now I need to help them.