Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Most kids my age would love to have a father who's rich, (I've got two) or famous. But let me tell you it's not all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes I would much rather prefer to be a normal kid.

I am Sally Potter, daughter of the legendary Harry (The boy who lived and the defeater of Lord Voldemort) and Draco Potter. Both my parents are teachers so I spend all of the year at Hogwarts (Even the holidays! How sad? L) But during the summer I get to go home to the house we live in down in Hogsmeade village. Sometimes I just chill out and play video games but other times we all go for a picnic in the park. Just me, my brothers Tom and Daniel and my Dads. We might even have this huge water fight with wizard water guns, they are so cool. They send water flying in all directions, so you have to be very fast not to get very wet.

We always have loads of fun; Tom and I get along best. Probably because there is only two years difference in our ages. I love the house that we have (itÂ’s so big, not as big as Malfoy manor though. ThatÂ’s where grandma Malfoy lives!), I especially love sitting in the garden on the swing, under the shade of the huge apple tree. I always go out there to think and be creative, IÂ’m trying to write a story right now but I canÂ’t seem to get around to finishing it. I remember being told when I was a kid that they planted the tree on their first day at the house. We were always told that we weren't to climb it, that it was too dangerous. But now I'm older I suppose it has some kind of sentimental value to them and they don't want anything to happen to it. What about all the times Tom and I had to pull Daniel away from it? If he didn't want to climb it he wanted to eat an apple from it. We told him it was dangerous and he could get ill and he could have an apple from the fruit bowl on the breakfast bar inside. Once, when no one was looking, he climbed up the tree and stole an apple. He ate it and got so ill we thought he was going to die. IÂ’ve never been so scared in my life. I canÂ’t imagine what IÂ’d do if I lost one of them. My parents weren't angry at me and Tom though, which I was surprised at, I suppose it was because, by all accounts they were much worse at sneaking around than Danny is and it is perfectly understandable that some of their disrespect for the rules might have rubbed off on us three. Not that they would ever tell anyone this, after all they are two of the most respected teachers in the school.

I must admit that I have snuck out of the dorms after hours and gone up to the astronomy tower with several different boys, (IÂ’d get killed if they found out) although we never got past kissing. I don't think I'd ever go all the way with a guy unless we were married, and my boyfriend, Ben Adams, thinks the same way. Thankfully there is finally a guy in this whole school who thinks like I do. Some of the girls in my room (Particularly Prudence Crabbe) brag about all the guys that they've bedded but myself personally I can't see what there is to be proud about. And the thought of what my parents would say if I lost my virginity and they found out, oh my gosh! I don't even want to think about what their reaction would be. WeÂ’ve never really had discussions like that; I usually talk to my aunts about things to do with sex. Like all the facts that IÂ’m too embarrassed to ask my dadÂ’s about.

I'm the only girl in a family of five (With another one on the way. Dad(1)'s pregnant again) and I'm glad I have aunt Hermione and aunt Ginny to talk to about girly stuff. I mean don't get me wrong my parents are the best anyone could ever ask for but there is certain stuff you can't talk to them about. Sometime it helps to have a woman to talk to. IÂ’m never going to admit this to them but sometimes when IÂ’m really depressed I wish I had a mum, instead of two Dads. But two aunts fill that gap slightly, if not fully.

I'm sitting in bed right now writing this by wand light, I hope none of the other Slytherin girl's wake up, and I don't feel like explaining why I'm up so late, and I donÂ’t like them either.

At first I was pretty surprised when I got sorted into Slytherin; I can still remember what the hat said to me on my first day as a student here:

Miss Potter. Well you certainly have a head full knowledge, just like your parents did before you. Yes you definitely have the courage and determination of a Potter but you also have to cunning wit of a Malfoy in your blood. You could do well in both Gryffindor and Slytherin just like they did but where will you do best? The hat paused for a minute or two, and then continued, I knowÂ… SLYTHERIN!!!!!

Now that I think about it, it's not actually that surprising I got put here. I mean Dad (1) was a Slytherin and an indirect descendant (Don't ask, I never bothered to) of none other than Salazar Slytherin himself. And I do look like him a lot (except I've got Dads (2) eyesight) just like my brother Tom does. (The looks not the eyesight) Daniel is the only one who looks like Dad (2) with black hair and green eyes, maybe the baby will look like him as well. But then again, like the hat said, I could have gone into Gryffindor as well, but I guess my dadÂ’s (1) pureblood heritage won out after all. Not that I think that muggle borns are worse than purebloods. After all, my grandmother was muggle born, the famous Lily Potter. Unfortunately I never met her; IÂ’ve only met my grandmother Malfoy. When I get old enough IÂ’m going to make sure that if I have kids they meet their grandparents. No Sally, donÂ’t think about that, theyÂ’re not going to die!!!!!!

I hope the baby is a girl. Even though by the time it's Daniel's age, 7, I'll be 21 and probably won't be living with my parents anymore. I might even be married; maybe BenÂ’s the one. Who knows?

Most people I know say that 21 is too young to get married and settle down but look at my parents, they got married when they were 21 and had me a year later. They're still as in love now after fifteen years than they have ever been, according to my Uncle Ron anyway and heÂ’s known both of them since they were eleven, and letÂ’s face it thatÂ’s a long time.

Well anyway I suppose I'd better stop writing and get some sleep. The H.E.O.Y.E (Hogwarts End of Year Exams) start tomorrow, the first one we've got is probably the worst, potions. I mean I like the lesson and itÂ’s not like itÂ’s hard, but it's just there's nothing new to learn, I've known the names of every potion for as long as I can remember, what with Dad (1) being potions master and all. And it's not like he plays favourites to his students. Unfortunately. Dad (2) does somewhat I suppose, but then again I always was a bit of a daddy's girl to him. Not that I'm not to dad (1) either. And I donÂ’t think heÂ’d fail me though.

Anyway goodnight diary, I'm not sure I'll be able to write tomorrow. It depends how tired I and after my exam.

Sally Potter.

The next dayÂ’s entry.

Dear Diary,

He failed me!! Can you believe it? He failed me!?! I know there are advantages to being the teacherÂ’s pet but there is non what-so-ever being the teacherÂ’s kid.

I had a feeling today was going to be bad from the start, why didnÂ’t I trust my instincts and stay in bed?

It all started when I got paired up with the worst person in the class, Brendan Goyle (he is so stupid) just because I was late, I slept in and was late to breakfast. So in turn I was late to everything else as well. The assignment wasn’t hard; all we had to do was the paper work and the rest of the preparation together and then prepare the potion individually. For some reason my potion turned bright pink instead of blue, even Goyle managed to get it right!!!!! Then dad tested it. It the potion had been done correctly the Draught of the living dead would have knocked the spider out. Mine made it grow to three time’s the normal size. Even though he doesn’t usually tell people their grades before the official posting date he held me back and told me that I had failed mine and needed to make it up at a later date, and in my own free time. At first I stood there shell-shocked but then it sunk in and I got angry and started shouting at him. That didn’t work; all it did was earn me a detention and a sore throat. He arranged the detention and told me that I have to go down to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classrooms tomorrow night. I thought that he’d gone soft; you know letting me do detention with dad (2) but he must have seen the look on my face. He said “Don’t think he’ll let you off Sally. He won’t treat you any different from the other pupils. Just be thankful I have to look after Daniel because Ginny has a date, otherwise you’d be scrubbing these floor’s the muggle way. If he does let you off I will personally give you a detention another night and make you do something much worse.” He paused, “Don’t look at me like that Sal; you know that I can’t afford to play favourites with you or your brother. It could cost me my job if word got out. Now please leave I have something’s to prepare for my next class.” The muggle way? Me? He definitely must think I’m stupid. There’s no way I’d scrub the floors with out magic. My nails would get all chipped and horrible. Yuck!! It’s bad enough I risk breaking them during Quidditch practice and matches. I broke one last week as well, catching the snitch. Slytherin have finally managed to win the inter-house cup this year. Thanks to me, I managed to break Gryffindor’s tradition of winning it. It started years ago; I’m not quite sure how long. It started when Gryffindor’s seeker (the youngest in a century and my dad (2) won it back in his third year. So it’s just over twenty years ago. Gryffindor have won it every year since! Except this one of course J

Well IÂ’m going to go. I still canÂ’t believe I failed, but I have to get to sleep. I have my Defence Against the Dark Arts exam tomorrow. And I donÂ’t want to risk failing that too. I donÂ’t really think he would fail me as well but I underestimated dad (1) so IÂ’m not going to underestimate him either.

Good night.

A very annoyed Sally Potter