| 6 November 1997 |
[ November 13th, 2007 | 8:46pm ] |
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[On a crumpled piece of paper stuffed into Luna's pocket around lunchtime]
Pansy,
It's alright if you don't want to talk to me, but maybe we can find another way to communicate. There are these coins
I know you don't think you need my help, but
Just in case you get into trouble, you should have something
I've got to do something.
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| 5 November 1997 |
[ November 4th, 2007 | 10:25pm ] |
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Everything is going wrong. I think even the world can sense it, Father says he hasn't seen a cheerful face in ages. I keep forgetting to smile a lot, so that other people feel happier, but I really ought to. Nobody seems to smile anymore.
Pansy makes me feel like I worry too much, but I don't think I do. It can't go back to the way it was, as much as I want it to: that's what the changes mean, I'm sure of it. Something's got to be done.
I hope Harry's alright.
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| 30 October 1997 (Backdated) |
[ September 28th, 2007 | 7:27pm ] |
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People seem to be awfully worried about me, I don't quite understand it. Pansy seems to think that I'm risking my safety by putting my name on an article in the Quibbler, and I don't know how to make her understand that it had to be done: for Harry, for the people that don't understand the war except for what they read in the Prophet, and for me. It felt lovely to write that article, and to see it printed with my name at the top. I hope it inspires everyone that reads it.
And if not... if Pansy turns out to be right... well, it'll all be worth it, won't it? Even if they do something to me, all the people who read it and understand will help Harry in my stead. I'd be proud to meet mother knowing I had done something like that.
I'm a little bit worried, though. Even Professor Sloane said it was dangerous, and... of course I don't want to get hurt. I think it would make people sad if I did.
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| 28 October 1997 |
[ September 5th, 2007 | 1:45pm ] |
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Daddy is planning to print a series of articles in Harry's defence, which I think is an excellent idea. He has asked me to start it off, giving a personal account of 'the character of the Boy Who Lived', while he does some research into the actual evidence they have to support the claim that he killed Dumbledore. There was really very little in the article -- the Prophet has an awful habit of making big, empty statements.
Explaining why Harry is not a murderer is not exactly the easiest thing in the world. I think that perhaps I am not the best person to write such an article, someone that has known him longer might be able to do it better. But I firmly believe that he is a good person, and what the Prophet has printed about him is utter rubbish. So I attempted to start an essay over lunch, though I may discard it entirely.
[carefully attached to the page is a slightly crumpled piece of parchment, with the following words scribbled in messy, distracted handwriting:]
As a member of the wizarding community, I am astonished at how quickly this society turns on its heroes. We took a young boy and put him on a very high pedestal, expecting him to be a perfect example of everything righteous and good: and I am speaking, of course, about Harry Potter. I do not intend to knock the pedestal out from under him, or what remains of it now that the Prophet has accused him of what is perhaps the very worst crime a human being can commit, nor do I intend to build it even higher. I want only to remind you, my readers, and the community as a whole that Harry Potter, no matter what stigma is attached to his name at the time, is a human being. He is not perfect, but neither is he a murderer.
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| 26 October 1997 |
[ August 16th, 2007 | 12:06am ] |
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I am not sure what to make of Minister Thicknesse. Daddy says that names mean an awful lot about a person, whether they fit us or we fit them -- that's a debate we've never quite been able to settle -- and Thicknesse has both pros and cons.
He might be solid and firm, staunch in his purpose (for good or evil), or he might be stubborn and stupid. For the sake of the world, I hope it's the former, and that he intends good things for the people he governs.
I am glad to hear that the school is staying open, though. I want to help Harry, but I really should finish my schooling; it's such a shame that he had to leave before he finished. Perhaps he can make it up later, or Hermione will teach him. I think maybe I'd like to be a teacher someday.
I found a flower on the Astronomy Tower today, far flung from its home on the ground. It was pretty, even out of its comfort zone...
I wonder if I can help transplant it.
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| 21 October 1997 |
[ July 10th, 2007 | 2:55am ] |
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The petition did not go as well as I hoped. I got about twenty-five signatures, but a lot of people simply didn't seem to care and there was a large pumpkin juice stain right in the middle. I cleaned it up and stuck it to the bulletin board in the Entrance Hall, hopefully in a few days it'll be full and ready to send to Father.
I don't want to worry about it - surely if the students care enough about the school, the Ministry will listen to their requests? - but I can't help it. I don't know what I'll do if it closes, it's been more of a home to me than my house since Mother died.
Besides, if I go home, I'll be stuck inside working for Father. I wouldn't mind so much if he still traveled a lot, but since I've been away he's gotten in the habit of staying at his typewriter all day and barely ever leaves the house. I might not even mind that if there wasn't a war on.
It's still not a certainty, but if it happens, I'm going to be writing to Harry far earlier than I'd planned.
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| 14 September 1997 |
[ May 21st, 2007 | 1:54am ] |
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This is so odd. I would have expected Bravery to be back by now.
Dear Daddy Father,
I don't know if you heard about the Dementor attack or not, but there's nothing to worry about, I am doing just fine. No. That's far too childish.
Do you happen to know anything about the Snorkack Patronus? For example, how one might go about getting it back when it runs away?
Tell Helena I miss her.
-Luna
P.S. Oh! I have a boyfriend, I hope that's quite alright with you.
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| 10 September 1997 |
[ April 8th, 2007 | 1:49pm ] |
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12:19 PM
I never knew there were so many different kinds of bats! this one is my favourite, I think, but it's ears are so long and pointy and won't work very well as glasses.
Unless I can find a spell that will accept the sound waves without actually looking like the bat's ears, of course. Transparent bat's ears.
Radar...radaro...radarus? No, I've got to find the proper Latin translation...
3:37 PM
Trial 1: 80kHz!! But the glass shattered-- needs to curve more? Translate waves before reaching glass? Lower the frequency?
Trial 2: 25kHz, glass only cracked slightly, but enough to distort the image. Can't go too far below 25kHz, or humans will be able to hear it...and what's the point of being able to see in the dark better than anyone else if everyone can hear you coming?
I need to find a book on manipulating glass. I suppose I ought to do my homework first, though it's far less exciting...
To the library after dinner it is, then.
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| 9 September 1997, 4:45 PM |
[ March 31st, 2007 | 3:58pm ] |
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I got a letter from Daddy today! It's been a little while, as he's been horribly busy now that I'm away at school, but he says my schoolwork must come first, the way it always has. Helena has been sick and fuzzy around the edges, but he gave her a tincture and says I mustn't worry, she's quite solid again.
Harry is better, too (according to the Daily Prophet, anyway, though they're not always accurate), which is very good news, as the Darkies can often be fatal. I just hope he remembered to wash his hair thoroughly so that they don't come back.
It was a bit odd having the day off, but I can't say I'm unhappy about having a break, and I'm very excited to read On the Blending of Species, which Morag helped me pick out. I wonder if I might do a project on it for Care of Magical Creatures, or at least use some of their supplies.
I also bought five pairs of glasses, for very cheap, just in case I break them before I get them to work, and after dinner I think I'll go to the library and find information on how to convert sound waves into light. It's going to be difficult, but I've already told Neville I'd try, and I hate to let him down.
I can't help feeling like this is all too easy, and too peaceful. Isn't this supposed to be wartime?
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| 14 August 1997: Diary Entry |
[ January 22nd, 2007 | 2:06am ] |
Admittedly, I've been entirely reclusive, partly by choice and partly because daddy insists that I stay active in the business. Time is moving so quickly, more quickly than ever before, even. I feel like we are all suddenly forced to grow up faster than we expected, or I should say, faster than we wanted to.
But this isn't bad
or, I don't think it is
Well, I can't quite make up my mind on that one. Father is suddenly talking of "careers" and "after Hogwarts"; and it is all so confusing! I would like to think childhood as idyllic, faeries in the backyard. Mother smiling. Father laughing, always uneasily. But that is not a very fair portrait of life, but in my mind, it is irreplaceable by
Dumbledore's death
(There, I have written it; it's been rather difficult to do so. In writing, it seems to affirm what is now reality, which is why my hand always shivers when I begin an article for The Quibbler. Or maybe that is an excuse for myself.)
and The Wedding. Today is already the fourteenth! I have spent the last few days furiously catching up with The Quibbler after Lizard, and my father sends me to London constantly because his new helpers are somehow inadequate; but he knows I am slow and that I would rather take walks in Diagon than pay attention to how newspaper advertisements work and how to sort the owls that are sent in. Is this really what I want? Yes, in part, yes I would like to make some sort of difference. I would like to bring light to the things that we, in our busy schedules, always miss.
But I shouldn't fret; Hogwarts will be opening, and it needs us. I feel it too. Sometimes I really worry for all of us
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| 9 August 1997: Diary Entry |
[ December 18th, 2006 | 4:19am ] |
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That was quite the circus! I've come back with the most interesting tales; I can't wait to begin writing. I think this was the diversion I had been waiting for, ever since the wedding. I can scarcely believe that, if things go smoothly (which is a rather wistful phrase, I admit), I will be entering my second-to-last year at Hogwarts in but a few weeks. How time plays tricks!
Lizard was exhausting but filled with wizards and witches with the most beautiful personalities. I ran into several professors as well, but they all seemed so much older than when I last saw them. Professor Lupin looked tired and Professor Trelawney seemed positively misanthropic. But I suppose the rumours from school did say her hobby was to predict our deaths. What a tragic hobby! I could never be so certain with such things. Divination is quite the curious study, I suppose ...
Also I'm quite worried about Theo. I do wish he would give more details, but I think I have a rather nosy habit of wishing to know everything that I cannot solve myself.
I think I will go draw now, of the trees and the flowers ... the weather is unbelievable and I wouldn't want to forget it so soon.
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| 8 August 1997: Diary Entry |
[ December 7th, 2006 | 5:10am ] |
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We are perfect in our imperfections.
I have to think about this more ... The Quibbler was a success as far as the history of The Quibbler is concerned. The petition might actually have some teeth to it, as well. But these are rather tragic times, all the same.
I ought to owl Neville later; it is nice to feel like one has friends, from time to time.
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| 4 August 1997: Diary Entry |
[ November 12th, 2006 | 6:10am ] |
Well things have certainly been _____. The situation is rather ineffable. Rather, adjectives are failing me. My head is still hurting from time to time and details are fuzzy, which bothers me the most. Daddy won't explain too much, and he's barely been able to catch up with the paper. I've been trying to help, and tonight, I finally told him about starting a protest against the closing of Hogwarts.
I had gotten this idea after talking to Professor Moody (he really was fascinating, but I can only remember blurred bits of conversation). Daddy said it's brill but then he told me to shut the door on the way out and also Luna could you grab me some tea? And I did, but altogether feel it a rather empty promise. I've been putting quill to parchment but not letting any ink out yet; I can't seem to begin. Daddy says that you have to find the line between passion and emotion and reality when writing, but I can barely imagine Hogwarts closing! And I'm a messy blur of headaches.
And then, all the things Ginny had told me today! I miss when things were simpler, when I had time to note the lovely details of the weather. I admire all the things that are obvious in her: strength, capability, and how she's still so human but
then I think of Harry
and I'm barely sixteen and she's asking me what love is
and I don't know, and all I have been able to think about is mum and summertime and explosions -- likely why I've headaches all day.
I ought to owl Neville; how strange it is that he is the most stable out of all of us!
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