Dear Diary

Chapter 25 - Le renard va mourir

Major time skip.

Dear Diary,

Here I am, and 87 year old lady, lying on my bed, my wonderful family next to me.

It's just Frankie and Seamus now. Something dreadful happened to April... I can't explain, it's just too hard to write.

"I'm gonna miss you." says Seamus.

"Me too," I say. "...I love you."

He plants a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Seamus gently grasps my wrinkled hand, and I squeeze his.

I fell the energy seep from my body.

I close my eyes as my soul drifts into the nearby air.

I am gone.

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I know you guys have just been dying to know how I went back in time, so I wanted to wait until the end of the book.

Here goes. (My hands are just shaking trying to write this)

I go into the doors of the lobby where J.K Rowling is standing.

"You must be Caitlin," she says.

"Yeah."

I swallow.

"You have received the opportunity to go back in time and save someone's life."

I think for a moment. "Remus Lupin."

"Okay." She pulls out the Time Turner but I stop her.

"I've got a plan. A plan that will change... everything about my life."

"Go ahead."

"I'd like to erase my entire memory and start as a newborn baby. My name shall be Sydney Alyssa McVeitch."

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" she asks.

"Yes. Entirely. I fell in love with Harry Potter's world, and I can't continue with this life. I've thought this through so many times and I don't see much going wrong."

"Alright then." she sighs. She waves a wand around the top of her head, and turns into Rita Skeeter, with her olive green top, and pink glasses resting on her nose, and curly blonde hair... it actually makes you want to puke a little.

She winks at me, then turns the Time Turner. I close my eyes, as everything drifts into a distant memory.

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Boom!

I never actually thought I would be able to write a book. And here I am! Written a whole frickin' fan fiction about Harry Potter and shit.

If you wanted to write a book but you get writers block h-e-a-p-s, write from experience! It's how all good writer's come up with stories.

Not saying that I make out with all the boys I know, I only write that if I get bored.

Jacqueline Wilson, for example. She wrote so many books, all based on her life. That's why all her books are similar.

This book was supposed to be like a diary. That wasn't really what happened was it lmao

So thank you sooo much for reading this book to the end! I really appreciate it! And if you want to read about April's future, it's coming! I have big plans.

See you guys later! I'll appear as April Finnigan in my next book!

I'm gonna miss you guys so much!!

Goodbye! *fades into distance*

*cries because it's the end of the book*

*its the end of the F-CKING book*

*get over it Sydney geez*

*shut up!!*

Goodbye! :D