9BY: Timra
Monday; the 4th of August 2004
SHE gave me this today; said I might want to use it and write down what happens to me every day. I can't believe it! What ever happens here? I don't even have to think; cause the answer is so self-given; and it is nothing! Nothing in to say that nothing ever happens here and never will, end of story.
Hmm...what's that story called again? Oh yes, Beauty and the Beast. Come to think of it Bell sings a song that I've" rewritten" in to describing how it is here:
Little house Just we who live here Little house Nothing happens here Little house Each day as the day before And will so be till' the end of time
What'd ya think of it? That's all I've written so far. Oh I just came to think about something; WHY THE HELL AM I EVEN WRITING IN THIS JOURNAL! I can't believe it; That's it I've gone as crazy as HER!
Mae
Monday the 4th of August 2004
Now it's almost a whole month, 28 days to be exact I should know I counted them, before school starts again. Oh how I wish I were a regular student again that soon would go back to Hogwarts, the memories I have from there...ah...It seems like yesterday.
I can't believe Sirius is dead; poor Harry he must have had a rough time. First he loses his parents then his Godfather and if that wasn't enough Voldemort is alive and on the lose again. I always knew that Cornelius Fudge wasn't half the man Dumbledore is; it's a pure shame he didn't become the new Minister of Magic, but never less a better headmaster at Hogwarts there has never been.
What wouldn't I give for helping them stand against V...er...You-Know-Who and his gang of Death Eaters. But no, Albus wanted me to take care of the girl and that's exactly what I am going to do.
Speaking of the girl... she has now lived with me for a week and she still hasn't said one single word to me. I gave her a beautiful journal with a falcon on the front, that Albus gave me so I could give it to her and she didn't even say thank you. Not that she's been any problem she just lays on her bed and stairs up at the ceiling, listening to music in her head phones. Poor little thing; that's almost the only thing she had with her when they; Please officer ace and assistant Molly Fenton, brought her here.
I will never forget the sight of them standing there out side of my door: the little girl, not taller than 1'55m, wearing black from head too toe, and that hideous hat! Ugly thing it is, it has no form at all it just hangs there on her head with its 1 and 1/2 dm long brim that hides her face and covers her hair from sight. And behind her this big hunk of a man with no hair and the scariest eyes I have ever seen; the same color as dirty dishwater, I swear he could have melted iron with those eyes. The woman on the other hand was small and plain, she was neither beautiful nor ugly; just plain.
I have no idea what I should do with the girl, I don't even now what her name is, I must have been insane when I took her in. what in the world do I know about Muggle teenagers?
Maryland Hyaderna Tonks