The Diaries of Ron Weasley

September 2, Hogwarts, Year 1

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Stupid parents. Stupid bloody parents! Anger issues... What are they talking about? So I curse a little bit more then need be... How the fuck does that mean I have anger issues! Well, either way, this journal might help me at least get some stuff off my chest. Stuff I can't tell anyone else. I guess I'll start out how you're supposed to start a journal. That boring entry stuff.

Hi. I'm Ronald Weasley, sixth boy in the Weasley family, and second to youngest child. My family's known for their bright red hair and freckles. I've got blue ey-- Oh what the fuck am I playing at? You're a diary! What do you care about my looks! Parchment bound in paper! That's all this is. You can't think. You can't answer me. And her I sit, writing as though you will. I'm crazy, that must be it.

Well, yesterday I arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My entire family had gone here, and currently three of my brothers (Percy, Fred, and George) are attending as well. Fred and George are in third year and Percy's in fifth. He's acting all smug because he made prefect. It's real bloody annoying. On the train ride here I met Harry Potter. THE HARRY POTTER! And he acted like my life was interesting. JUST LOOK AT HIS! He defeated the most famous dark wizard, is known throughout our world, and is probably one of the richest wizards around since his parents left them his fortune. What could be so interesting about me? He says he doesn't know alot about the magical world since he grew up with those awful Muggles. But still, I can't be -that- interesting... Can I? OH! And even more impressive was that he SAID You-Know-Who's NAME. Can you believe it??? Wait. Book. Right. Crazy! I guess I just wish I was talking to someone who'd answer back for once... Maybe that's why I really liked meeting Harry.

We met another person. A girl by the name of Hermione Granger. She's a muggle born. Awfully annoying, if you ask me. A know-it-all. She memorized her text books. Reminds me too much of Percy. She'd got really bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. But, I guess she's -kind of- pretty... I still don't like her though.

We also met someone else. A blonde-haired boy by the name of Draco Malfoy. He's a Slytherin, through and through. I hate him more than anything already. Harry does too. He's one of those people who thinks all muggle borns and people who associate with them or people who are lower class than him are filthy. I think he's a rat (No offense, Scabbers!). What's worse is we have classes with him. Well, one class anyway. Potions. Professor Snape is awful! He's such a bloody idiot. He embarressed Harry in front of everyone today. OUR FIRST CLASS! Making him feel like an idiot. He -knows- Harry grew up with Muggles who hated magic. -Everyone- knew. Oh well, he's a bugger, that's all. And he blamed Harry for Neville's messing up on his potions! Not right... Not at all... How was -he- to know Neville would add the porcupine quills early?

Well, dinner time, so I have to run... (Once again, you're a book. CRAZY! I! AM! CRAZY!) Toodles.

~Ron

September 3

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UGH! Could it have been anymore wrong? I don't think so! Just another example of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I guess I should explain, huh? Well, today started out horribly. I spilled my pumpkin juice on myself, got into a huge fight with that Hermione girl, and got caught in the invisible step (keep forgetting to jump). Then, to top it off, Harry and I got lost. We sat there for twenty minutes trying to open a locked door, figuring it was one of those trick ones that open if you tug really really hard. Turns out it was to the forbidden third floor corridor, and who should find us and tell us this but Filch the Caretaker. I swear we were going to be expelled right then and there. He wouldn't listen! We kept telling him we hadn't known but he insisted that we were trying to break in... Seems to think I take after Fred and George. But I DON'T!

Oh well, dinner time. Toodles.

~Ron

PS I might not write for a while. LOADS of work is being given out. If I do, they'll be short entrie

October 14

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Slytherins. Flying Lessons. Thursday. Enough said.

~Ron

OCtober 15

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OH! MY! GOD! Yea, sounded like a poof there... Anywho... HARRY IS THE YOUNGEST QUIDDITCH PLAYER IN A -CENTURY-! Yea, explanation.

Ok, it all started with the flying lessons. We were supposed to be hovering above the ground, but Neville (go figure) kicked too hard and too early and ended up soaring up into the air. The broom sped out of control, and Neville went on a wild ride before falling to the ground, breaking his wrist. While Madame Hooch took him to the Hospital Wing, Malfoy found Neville's Remembrall (he got one from his Mum earlier) and started making fun of him. Harry stood up for him and then Malfoy did something just plain -awful- (once again, sounding like a poof. No offense to people who actually -are- of course. I'm not homophobic... Am I? No. No I'm not! Anywho). He was going to put it up in a tree. Malfoy then sped into the air, and Harry mounted his broom. Hermione tried to stop him, but thankfully he ignored her. He sped up after Malfoy and when he went to get the ball, Malfoy threw it into the air. It started speeding towards the ground and Harry went flying after it. Using the most -amazing- flying skills I've ever seen, he caught it, and came back to the ground. Turns out McGonagall had seen it. She took him inside, and apparently, after that they went to see Oliver Wood. And now... He's the new Seeker! It's great! Fred and George are trying to scare him. They're on the team too. They're Beaters. I hope when Oliver graduates I can make it as the new Keeper. Ginny wants to be a Beater, just like Fred and George. I think that's too dangerous compared to the others. Seeing as it -is- dealing with Bludgers. If you missed with that bat? I shudder to think of the consequences. Anyway, it's time for dinner, so, toodles.

~Ron

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October 16

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Harry was set up. Neville, Hermione, Harry, and I went to go to the Midnight Duel, and he didn't show up. He set Filch on us. We just barely escaped. We ran into the third floor corrider. Turns out it's forbidden because it has a giant three headed dog in it! WHO THE HELL KEEPS THAT IN A SCHOOL! It was standing on a trap door. We reckon it's gaurding something. Anyway, class time, toodles.

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Hermione isn't talking to us! YES!

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Ugh, detention. I really shouldn't snap at Snape.

~Ron

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HE MADE ME CLEAN THE FLOORS! WITH A BLOODY TOOTHBRUSH AND NO MAGIC! GR!

~Ron

October 21

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That Hermione REALLY needs a life. Yelling at Harry for getting a really cool Broomstick. What's her problem? NIMBUS 2000! IT'S THE BEST BROOM IN THE WHOLE BLOODY WORLD! I hope she doesn't talk to us anymore. That'd be great.

~Ron

October 30

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HALLOWEEN IS TOMORROW! WHOO!

~Ron

October 31

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Stupid Hermione. "It's Win-gar-dium Levi-o-sa. You have to make the gar nice and long!" So I made her cry, so what? I was right. She doesn't have any friends. So what if she heard me? Ok, so I feel a little bad, I mean, she's not -that- bad, I guess... Just too bossy. She should lighten up.

~Ron

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Troll. Hermione. Five points. Explain tomorrow.

~Ron

November 1

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Someone let a troll in. We reckon it was Snape. Bloody git. Trying to get passed that dog. Anyway, Harry and I went to warn Hermione, saw the troll, and locked it in a room. Turned out it was the girls bathroom where Hermione was. We ran in, fought the troll, and saved her! I did alot of it. WHOO! GO ME! And yea... Then the teachers came in. Hermione -lied- to them. It was amazing. We're all friends now. We got five points for Harry and me saving her. Originally ten, but she took five away because of Hermione's lie. I have to go to class. Toodles.

~Ron

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