Hidden In The Shadows (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3 - Harry

I woke up earlier than I normally would and grabbed my diary. I raced down to the kitchen just to see the door close.

Good. He's gone.

I opened up my diary and thought. My pen started writing immediately and I got lost in my memories of when I was young.

I remember the day very clearly.

It was Thursday. I had just gotten another letter from Harry.

Ever since he had left to go to that wizard school, he has been writing me everyday.

He told me that Hagrid, who seems scary on the outside, is just a big fluff ball who cares deeply about animals and caring for his garden, who also wishes to own a dragon someday.

He told me of the day they went shopping in Diagon Alley, and Hagrid bought Harry an owl who's name is now Hedwig. He got robes, and books, and potion supplies and he even got to pick out his very own wand.

The more I read Harry's letters, the more I was interested. I had never believed in magic before, but after everything that had been happening, I was just so infatuated with it and I wanted to know more every time I read one of his letters. Soon it was killing me inside that I only got to open one once a week. I found myself waiting at the door for his letters and I kept wishing they would come faster. I even found that the most exciting part of the week for me was getting a letter from Harry. Of course I had to keep them from my family. I collected the mail on Thursdays and stuck my letter in my coat before giving the rest of the mail to father, then hurrying upstairs to see what joyous things and adventures that Harry had endured this time.

I didn't like to admit it to anyone, even myself, but I was jealous of Harry. I wanted to go to Hogwarts.

I wanted to learn magic and fly, and eat weird foods, and sleep in curtain wrapped singlet beds and run the corridors of the school trying to find my next classes. I wanted to have a pet owl and go down and visit Hagrid in his hut. I wanted to be with Harry and the friends that he had made. Maybe, just maybe, I would fit in better there than I did here.

He told me how he met his friends on the train and how he almost didn't make it onto platform 9 and three quarters.

He told me how he has been trying to get his friends to get along because right now Ron and Hermione aren't necessarily fond of each other.

He told me how his parents died and how he escaped an almost near death situation with only a scar on his head.

He told me He Who Must Not Be Named is back. Wherever he went in the first place. He saw him in the forest when he was completing his detention under the watchful eyes of Hagrid and Hagrid's dog, Fang.

He also told me that he had to go with Draco Malfoy. His biggest enemy at Hogwarts. He doesn't seem all that bad to me. But to Harry, he's like the Black Plague. Harry almost died that night in the forest. If it wasn't for a centaur which I used to read about in my mythical fairly tale stories.

Right now he's in the middle of trying to figure out who this mysterious Nicholas Flemel is.

They have already found out that Fluffly is guarding something. They just don't know what. Fluffly is Hagrid's. He's a three headed dog.

I woke up Thursday morning and ran down to check the mail. To my surprise the mail was gone and I could already hear people in the kitchen.

I burst in on my mother who was cooking and Dudley who had just sat down to eat.

"Where's the mail?" I asked to quickly and mother motioned her head to the table.

"I put it next to your fathers plate. Like I do every morning." She seemed suspicious but how suspicious could you be with burning bacon.