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| Friday, August 29th, 2003 |
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It seems like everyone's excited about Hogsmeade tomorrow. I guess it's just good to get off the castle grounds every so often. Classes are going well, although Hermione and Susan Bones thought it would be funny to splash water from one of the aquatic plant tanks all over Ron and me this morning....that's not the best way to start off the day. I think Ron got the worst of it. I'm worn out from my independent study today. I beginning to think that I should take up running or something in the mornings. It's good to have Professor Canis around because that means he can help me out while Professor Lupin is teaching his regular classes. Hermione had the idea to have a picnic out by the lake for dinner tonight, so I'm going off on an errand....I'll see everyone down there. |
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| Sunday, August 24th, 2003 |
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I have to say that my new broomstick is just incredible! I spent my day down at the pitch yesterday, and Ron joined me for most of it. The control on these things is just fantastic! I don't want to say too much, but...wow! Professor Canis came down to the pitch for awhile and I let him try it out, too. Then he used my old Firebolt and we played a little one-on-one plus a Seeker. Professor Canis was a Beater, but he took the Chaser position this time. I think everyone involved had a lot of fun. Unfortunately, the fact that I got absolutely none of my homework done yesterday means that I have to spend most of today in the library. If anyone needs me, you can probably find me there. |
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| Friday, August 22nd, 2003 |
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Harry was late leaving the spare classroom that he used for the practical portions of his D.A.D.A. independent study. He and Sirius had gotten to talking afterwards, and he was late to the Potions study group. He hurried out the door, not looking where he was going...and then he felt a hard impact against his left shoulder. His bookbag landed with a thump on the ground. He reached down to grab his bag. "Er, sorry about that," he said before realizing who it was that he had just run into.... |
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Hermione won the pillow fight. Loud enough for you, Hermione? |
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| Thursday, August 21st, 2003 |
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Back in classes again. I talked with Professors Sprout and McGonagall before class, so I didn't have to do any magic today. Not that I haven't been using magic for the past two days, but I think it's better just to be safe. It tires me out still, sometimes, and I don't want to transfigure my hand into a bucket again. D.A.D.A. is next, and then Care of Magical Creatures. Why did I pick to come back on my longest day? It doesn't matter...at least the classes themselves aren't that bad. I don't have to go back to Potions until Monday. Also, I'm looking forward to D.A.D.A. and our new assistant professor. That sound be interesting. |
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| Wednesday, August 20th, 2003 |
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I'm not really sure who won that pillow fight. Either way, despite my attempts to level the playing field (which included giving up on magic all together and giving away half of my ammunition), I think I still technically won. Whether or not my opponent would agree with that is another story. I can't really send owls without getting Ron or Hermione to carry them back and forth from the owlry, so how is everyone doing? Classes going alright? Is Malfoy still a greasy git? Fred and George, developing any new products? How's business? Someone please answer. I'm very bored. |
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| Tuesday, August 19th, 2003 |
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Just when you think you've seen everything... ...then life gets truly weird.... |
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Disregard Ron's last entry...unless he was referring to someone else, we never left the castle.... We all have been through quite an ordeal, however. I'd appreciate it if no one asked me about it...if you're meant to know and don't already, I'll tell you about it soon enough. Anyway, what did I miss? I won't be in class today, but I expect to be well enough to return tomorrow. And, no, do not come looking for me in the hospital wing. I'm not there. Please don't come looking for me at all, really. We're all fine now, no thanks to me. |
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| Saturday, August 16th, 2003 |
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Harry sat still in the darkness. It seemed like hours...maybe days...since the Chamber had disappeared and left him alone with nothing but his own thoughts. A name kept coming to his lips.... Sirius. Suddenly, he remembered...Sirius...he had pulled him from the picture frame...and then everything disappeared.... Where was he? What had happened? "Sirius!" Harry rested his head in his hands, hardly aware that he had yelled his godfather's name into the darkness. |
| Friday, August 15th, 2003 |
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Harry returned to the castle, his hand held protectively over his right pocket. He climbed the stairs to Gryffindor Tower and then to his room. Throwing open the lid of his trunk, he grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it in his bag. Next, he took out a piece of parchment and wrote a quick letter before hurrying out the door. His next stop was the owlry, where he gave Hedwig an owl treat and then tied the letter to Hermione to Hedwig's leg. From there, he headed to a familiar spot in the seventh floor corridor, muttering to himself until a door appeared in the wall. Once inside the Room, Harry noticed that the floor and walls were padded. He chuckled to himself, bringing a tiny portrait out of his pocket. "I don't think the Room has a lot of faith in our abilities," he said before pointing his wand at the portrait and returning it to its normal proportions. |
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| Wednesday, August 13th, 2003 |
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Harry walked into the Room. It looked much like it usually did for D.A. meetings, except now there were twelve piles of wooden crates scattered evenly around the space. When everyone had arrived, he took a deep breath and prepared to speak. |
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| Monday, August 11th, 2003 |
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Harry walked into the Room. It was set up as he pictured it...a blank cement room with magical force fields set up along the walls, ceiling and floor, and a small space that was entirely closed off by force fields in the corner which Harry planned to set his stuff in. On top of a cement block in the center of the Room sat, of all things, a teddy bear. Harry set his bag down in the protected corner and walked over to face the teddy bear. He closed his eyes and began to clear his mind. He calmly regarded his emotions, his thoughts, and imagined releasing them as he closed off the pathways in his mind that let them come up to the surface to distract him. After a few minutes of this, he started the part he had never tried before...he imagined the magical energy running through his body, and slowly began to bend it and shape it, focusing it with his intentions. When he thought he had the feeling right, Harry opened his eyes and stared at the teddy bear. He made a small gesture with his outstretched hand and let the magic burst forth in a silvery flood. It engulfed the teddy bear in a sphere of shimmering silver, but as Harry watched it collapsed inwards and began to melt the bear. Harry pulled out his wand, yelling, "Finite Incantatum!" This did nothing, and soon there was nothing but a pool of bubbling magical energy where the bear had been. Harry began to panic...he had no idea what spell he had just cast, or how to get rid of it, or what it would do...silently he thanked the Room for wrapping the whole Room in force fields...he needed something to neutralize the spell...suddenly, in the corner of his eye he noticed...a fire extinguisher? Harry blinked, and then walked over to it, trusting the Room...it was not, in fact, a fire extinguisher, but just something very like one meant for magical accidents. When Harry had figured out how to work it, it shot a stream of translucent pink bubbles towards the cement block that was being eaten by the silvery magic, which effectively ended the spell. After a moment, Harry's heartbeat began to return to normal. At least he had done something...it was a start, and no real damage had been done. Also, now he had proof that no one should come help him practice... Sighing, he requested another teddy bear from the Room and began to clear his mind again.... After a couple of hours, Harry was exhausted, physically and mentally. He had managed to produce quite a variety of magical effects during the course of the afternoon, and each of them had only resembled the shield he was trying to produce in one or two aspects. His robes were now slightly ragged, having been burned in a few places before he was able to put them out, and he was sore and likely to be bruised by morning thanks to a couple of explosions that had sent him flying backwards. Luckily, neither he nor the castle had been harmed in any real sense (he couldn't say the same for the score of teddy bears he had gone through), and he did feel like he was starting to get closer to his goal. Even if he had the energy to continue, it was time to run by dinner and quickly eat before going to see Sirius. Harry grabbed his stuff and set off for the Great Hall. He got a few strange looks in the corridors, but he was getting used to that now. Just as he was sitting down at the table, Hedwig swooped in. From her agitated look, Harry guessed that she had been searching for him for some time now. She dropped a note on his plate, obviously it had to be from Sirius.... Harry frowned as he read it, and grabbed a roll and an apple to eat on his way out of the Great Hall...he felt that this couldn't wait even for his starving stomach.... |
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| Friday, August 8th, 2003 |
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| Harry closed the diary, and let it fall from his lap to the floor. He sat there for a long time, staring blankly at the opposite wall. |
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Sorry I haven't be very communicative lately. I just haven't felt much like writing. I'm sure those of you who I saw on Wednesday can guess why. I'm feeling better about it now, but I'd still rather not write about it. Who ever knew that I'd want Colin Creevey to take a picture of me? I'm glad I don't look as terrible today as I looked yesterday, because then it would be entirely useless. Charms sure was interesting today. I conjured a coffee cup with a picture of my Firebolt on it, and it only leaked a little at the end. Hermione's understandably had a rather detailed painting of library shelves around it, while Ron's had a cartoonish sketch of the Chudley Cannon's keeper on it. Poor Seamus...his vanished as soon as he brought it up to his lips and it splashed hot tea down the front of his robes. After lunch, I think I'm going to go practice some things during my independent study period, and then hopefully talk with Sirius later. Maybe Ron will have time for a game of chess. |
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| Wednesday, August 6th, 2003 |
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Harry left Ron and Hermione outside the Room of Requirement to cast the charms and make sure everyone knew how to get into the Room through them. When he entered, he took a look around. It was even better than when he had tested this idea out the other day. Just inside the door, there was an area for the group to stand and watch what was going on, and this time Sirius' painting was just to the right of the door. Then there was the truly remarkable thing: the magical force field. It just barely shimmered like a sheet of suspended water in the space between Harry and the rest of the room. He smiled, reaching out to touch it with his hand, and it passed through with just the slightest feeling of resistance. He pulled it back, took out his wand, and threw a stunning spell at it. The force field absorbed the entire blast, red energy traveling through it in ripples before it finally dissipated. Harry stepped through the force field to the other side. The experience felt rather like a Disillusionment Charm, the cold first washing over the front of his body and then closing in behind him. This part of the Room looked nothing like it had last week. It appeared to be a cavernous space hewn from solid rock at some point in the distant past, and there were many columns and rockslides breaking up the space of the room. Random objects were placed around the Room: wooden barrels, bookshelves, crates, and so on. Harry turned and faced the force field again, launching different curses from different parts of the Room. The force field absorbed them all, and it was quite spectacular to watch the magical wall absorbing the different colors and textures of spells. It was almost like one of Fred and George's famous fireworks was going off on the surface of the lake, and he was watching it from below. Satisfied that the force field would hold, Harry leaned up against a rock column, waiting for the other D.A. members to arrive. |
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Harry lies there, wide awake. Next to him, her breath is slow and deep...she is sleeping calmly, and that's all that matters, right? He closes his eyes again, breathing in and out...her hair tickles his arm, and he moves to brush it gently off of her face...she looks so peaceful and beautiful...he would kiss her but then she'd wake up.... He closes his eyes again, breathing in and out...the way she melted into him, earlier, as he lead her blindly to the bed...her lips on his...he smiles to himself at the thought.... He closes his eyes again, breathing in and out...she shifts slightly beside him, and moves her arm across him, stirring up the butterflies in his stomach again.... He closes his eyes again, breathing in and out...he hates Voldemort. Not that he doesn't normally hate Voldemort, but he especially hates him right now. He hates the fact that he has to do this every night...it's bad enough when he's alone...it's bad enough to take that from him, but this...he hates that he's here next to her and trying to ignore her presence...as if that's even possible.... He closes his eyes again, breathing in and out...just one night...all that he asks is one night.... He closes his eyes again, breathing in and out...one night.... He closes his eyes again, breathing...in...and...out.... An hour later, his mind is finally clear and he sleeps quietly. |
| Wednesday, July 30th, 2003 |
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That was odd... I just ran into Malfoy near the Prefect's bathroom. Is it just me or has he been a bit irrational lately? One would think that a week away from here would do his mental health some good, but he seemed positively batty just now. Perhaps he should check into the hospital wing. We don't need prefects around who don't even remember when lunchtime is. On top of that, he seems to have infested my clothing with a rather potent flowery smell. I guess I'll have to take a shower and change clothes now instead of going down to lunch. If nothing else, I can always stop by the kitchens "on my way" to Professor Lupin's office after Potions. |
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| Tuesday, July 29th, 2003 |
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Harry walked into the Room. It was set up exactly like it was last week, including the painting for Sirius. He made his way into the center of the empty room. It was early, and he had a few moments to practice undisturbed. He stood still, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. When he opened his eyes, they did not have the blank look that they normally did after he cleared his mind. Instead, they were somehow sharper and brighter behind his glasses. He pulled out his wand and held it in front of him. Barely a flicker of effort crossed his forehead and the tip of the wand lit up. He could hear voices in the hallway, and he turned around as Ron and Hermione entered, smiling and laughing. Soon the rest of the D.A. had arrived, and Sirius was lounging in his chair and throwing a wink at Harry. Fred and George came in, carrying their brooms and a stack of order forms, which they promptly started distributing. Finally, Professor Lupin stumbled through the door, levitating a rattling cabinet behind him. Harry waved at him and smiled. |
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| Monday, July 28th, 2003 |
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I'm really looking forward to rejoining society tomorrow before I become permanently attached to this chair. I was going to study in the library today, but Malfoy was stinking up the place to I ended up back in the common room. Despite the distractions provided by several games of Exploding Snap and a lively discussion about the outlook for this year's Quidditch finals, I managed to finish all of the work I wanted to do this weekend. I think I'll go up to bed. Now that I'm done with my reading, the common room seems to be empty. I could probably use the extra sleep, too. |
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| Saturday, July 26th, 2003 |
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We had another excellent round of flying at Quidditch practice today, other than a near miss involving a new move that I was trying and the opposing goal posts. (Don't worry, Hermione, I said near miss.) Afterwards, Ron beat me at wizard's chess again. Big surprise, I know. Soon I won't be able to convince any set of chessmen within ten miles to play for me. Everyone's favorite slimy little ferret--I mean--Slytherin is back at school again. I was really hoping something would eat him on his trip, or that there would be some sort of terrible accident....oh wait, there was. He came back. I should probably get back to reading.... |
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Harry.
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