Diaries of a Potterholic

Diaries of a Potterholic

Chapter I

December 26^th:

I don't really know why am I doing this. This diary was a Christmas present from one of my cousins. I wonder why people assume that this is a good kind of present. I mean, I get one at least once every two years; and I've NEVER filled any diary completely. Perhaps, this time will be different.

Okay, let's start introducing myself. My name is Elizabeth Greenwood (my friends just call me Lizzy), I'm 16 years old and I live in London.

Oh yeah... and I'm a witch, not 100% pure blood but pretty much like it. There's a bit of everything in family. My mom is a muggle- born but my dad and grand parents are purebloods. And a have a couple of aunts who turned to be squibs.

I go to Hogwarts (a proud Ravenclaw). Right now I'm at the common room. Almost alone. There're only 3 fourth years and my best friend Liv. My parents took the Holidays for their "second honeymoon", and I don't mind staying in the castle for a couple of days with Liv - since she's the only one of my friends who was able to stay.

I certainly love Christmas. I mean, the decorations are awesome and everything; but it gets kind of dull these days 'cause the castle is almost deserted. Actually, I think that I'll go for a walk in a couple of minutes... maybe by the Gryffindor Tower... I'll just walk by... casually... there's the possibility of bumping into a certain Gryffindor who always stays here for the Holidays... all right, I'll tell you my big secret... God! Now I'm so blushing! It's just that I- have this- little crush on Harry Potter. Well, not just a crush, it's more like- a big thing for him... HUGE... OK, OK, I'm so madly in love with him. Everything about him is extremely perfect. His green eyes, his lips, his sexy hair, oh! his abs (which I haven't actually seen, but- come on! He's on the quidditch team! There's got to be something good under his shirt). I even love his glasses. It's ridiculous! Oh! And he's so brave too! I'd swear that if I were a bit crazier I'd probably put myself in danger just for him to rescue me. Obviously, the only person who knows about this is Liv. I don't think I have the courage to tell him. I don't think he even knows I exist. Hold on. I just remembered Harry knows who I am because one time my friends pushed me against him and I fall over him. It wasn't nice. I hope he doesn't remember... Back to the topic: besides, after the "Cho- fiasco" last year, I doubt he's ready for a relationship. Thank Goodness he didn't end up with that dirty bitch.

The interesting thing about it is that I didn't even notice him until our third year. Of course when I came to the school I was very impressed that I was in the same school as "famous Harry Potter". And when he saved the Philosopher's Stone, I was like cool; the same, when he got into the Chamber of Secrets. Oh, he is so incredibly courageous. I really admire that quality he has. I remember as it had been yesterday when he won the Triwizard Cup. I don't understand how he could get over witnessing Cedric's dead. I hardly knew the guy and when Harry came with his body, I couldn't help bursting into tears. It was terribly sad...

...About that walk: I feel like taking it now. I'll just tell Liv that I- forgot a book in the library, or something. I promise I'll write about how it went when I get back here.