I'm at the Burrow now. I wouldn't be surprised if the Dursleys started celebarting as soon as I was out the door.
It's nice here. And we can play Quidditch. Mrs. Weasley is a great cook as well. I feel like I should be looking for my own place but I don't know if that would be a waste of time. I don't know whether I'll need my own place or not.
I can't really sleep at night at the moment. Not for long, anyway. At least I can do magic.
I don't like talking about how I feel very much. I think it could be something to do with growing up with my aunt and uncle, but I can't really get into that. I feel like I'm going to burst at any moment. There's all this energy and stuff that just came from nowhere and it's weird because I haven't been sleeping too great the past couple of weeks. My mind seems to be buzzing and I can't sleep or do anything that means I have to sit still for a long time. I think I might get into trouble soon. I'm not even sure why I'm writing all of this down but I just need to, I think, because it will use up some time and energy and then maybe I can sleep tonight. But sometimes I don't want to sleep and that makes things worse. It's getting to that time where things usually go bad for me and the people I care about and I don't know what it will be because so many conflicting things have been happening lately and I feel like I'm lying to everyone I know but I just can't tell anyone anything because I don't want to trouble people. I know that I'm not making too much sense but I can't help it because I don't understand me and if I can't understand me then no-one else has a chance, do they? It's almost been a year. A year is a long time. But it isn't. I can still see images in my head and I feel like I'm failing to do any good or anything useful and I just want to help. Why won't people let me help? I feel like I'm falling too. It's like someone pulled a rug from under me and I tripped and I just didn't hit the floor. It's like flying but going down and there's no broomstick or anyone to catch me. I've been to the library a few times but I can't find anything to help. I'm sorry I'm being vague and I'm sorry for anyone who is actually reading this because you shouldn't have to. I'm just sorry.
Professor Lupin is back. It's really good to see him again. Oliver is back too. And Krum. A lot of people are coming back to Hogwarts. Not everyone, though.
The exams have started and I've been spending more time revising. I did do quite a bit before, so I'm alright about them, I guess.
I can't believe it's time for the exams again. I feel like I'm being taken over by tests and trials. I'm tired.
I got a couple of books out of the library today. It's odd just how full the library can be but at the same time be so quiet. I felt that if I even coughed Madam Pince might shoot me down.
I didn't get any homework done. Can't concentrate.
I'm going for a walk. Maybe see if some of the windows are ok.
I can't believe it. It's... I can't even describe it. If it wasn't for the fact...
The Ministry either can't keep track of their employees, which is worrying, or they are keeping something from us, which is also worrying. What am I saying, they always keep things from us.
I've not been updating this thing like I should be. I don't really have time Someone really needs to remind me.
Well done and played to Ravenclaw on the match.
I'm staying here for Easter. I always do, anyway. We learnt about Easter at my old school but I've never really been religious. Nice Hot Cross buns for breakfast, though.
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