Ireland won! I was so happy I even forgot about Fred for awhile. Viktor Crumb caught the snitch, but they were still well off. It was when we were all dancing and celebrating when I bashed into Fred and remembered it all. The fear that I might be in love with him was increasing by the second. He is in love with Angie I can't seperate them! Plus what would everyone think of me? Falling in love with someone else's man? God what is wrong with me? Why am I even thinking of this? No matter how hard I try to get rid of him he slips into my mind again. Slowly it dawned on me. I love Fred Weasley.
Suddenly there was screaming coming from outside.
"Sounds like the Irish are getting their pride on" George laughed. I wasn't so sure. It didn't sound like happy screams. Suddenly Arthur came running into the tent.
"EVERYONE BACK TO THE PORTKEY! IT'S NOT THE IRISH!" He yelled. We all ran out, screaming. People were gettong hit by spells everywhere. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my neck and Fred yelling my name. Then everything went blank.
I awoke hours later on the living room couch in the burrow. Molly explained I'd been hit in the neck and Fred had carried me all the wya back. It was a 2 hour walk back from the portkey and I honestly felt bad. I headed up to my bed and lay down. I then pulled out my diary from beneath my pillow. This is what I wrote;
Dear Diary,
I discovered something today. It's strange, I don't believe I've ever felt it before. At least not conciously. I discovered love. It has consumed me. There is a problem though. He would NEVER love me back and these are all the reasons why:
I'm too ugly
I'm fat
I'm obsessive
I get jealous
I'm annoying
I'm sad
I'm weird
I'm different
I'm not perfect
I'm not skinny
I'm messed up
I'm discusting
I'm not pretty
I'm dumb
I'm a liar
I'm a freak
I'm worthless
I'm me
I'm not her.
That's what father always told me. And Diary I'm afraid I believe him. I got hit by a curse at the World cup. Ireland won. None of that seems important anymore. not even seeing the dark mark.
Fred walked into the room just as I was closing my diary.
"Whatcha got there?" He asked snatching it off me. I laughed at his failed attempts at opening the diary. It was concealed with a privacy spell, kind of like a phone password only better. The only people who can open it are the people I show how.
"Why won't it open?" He asked me frustrated, after about 5 minutes.
"Privacy spell," I smirked
"Aww" he pouted.
"Sorry I can't tell you how to get in because it's all very secret"
"But Kayyyyyyy!"
I smiled when he called me Kay. Shit. I've totally fallen hard. I shrugged,
"Sorry Fred" he went out the room all huffy. I re-opened it and continued writing.
Dear diary,
Sorry, Fred just snatched you off of me so I stopped writing for 10 minutes. Anyway. I'm in love with someone I can never have. I'm in love with Fred Weasley. I hate it. I have to distance myself from him. I should be horrible or plan a fight with him, then he'll leave and I'll get over him. Yes, that is what I'll do. It should be easy, I mean the twins always do something worth arguing about. Okay. Thank-You for you time Diary,
Katie xxx
I closed it and put it under my pillow before a good nights sleep.
