You-Know-Who's Wand

Harry's watch chimed to indicate midnight. Silently he slid out of bed into the blanket of darkness. He tiptoed to the cloak and slipped it on. The material felt cool against his hot skin.

Following his usual routine, he checked to make sure everyone was sleeping before climbing through the portrait of the fat lady.

The corridor lay silent and empty. Harry could feel his heart beating in his chest as if it were trying to break it's way out. His heart racing with excitement, Harry crept through the winding network of corridors, past the suit of armour, then quietly into the room of the mirror. It was dark, apart from the faint eerie glow shining from the core of the Mirror of Erised. There were his family smiling and waving.

Walking forward, he suddenly stumbled on the corner of the cloak and tumbled into the Mirror, bringing it crashing to the floor. An echo of footsteps told Harry that someone was approaching. As Harry got to his feet, Snape came bursting in. He stared at Harry before cautiously picking up the Mirror. Whilst Snape was picking up the Mirror, Harry took the opportunity to run.

As he ran past the suit of armour, the invisibility cloak got hooked up on it! Sliding his head out of it he left it hanging on the armour and ran! Although he was running as fast as he could, Harry could still hear Snape sprinting after him! As long as he could hear Snape's footsteps he knew he was still in danger and couldn't stop. Just as Harry was about to give up, Snape's footsteps began to fade away into silence.

Looking around Harry realised, although he'd only been here once before, he knew where he was. The Forbidden Corridor! But looking around, the creature was nowhere to be seen. After catching his breath, Harry took advantage of the situation and hurried over to the trapdoor. It was big and heavy, but after a lot of pulling, it flipped open to reveal a small dusty coffin.

Removing the little tacks, the lid eased off to allow light to shine upon a small golden wand. Tiny little letters were carved neatly into the minute surface. Leaning closer and closer, Harry managed to read what was inscribed:

"Voldemort"

Suddenly a growl reminded Harry he was trespassing! Heaving up the surprisingly heavy, golden wand, Harry cleared the corridor and hurried back to the Mirror room.

Holding the wand up to the Mirror, a reflection appears, of Voldemort he assumed, but he wasn't sure. Then not knowing why, he flung the wand at the Mirror. They both came crashing to the floor into millions of tiny, sparkly fragments.

Staring into one of the pieces still attached to the frame, Harry saw a reflection of someone behind him, and turning, Harry met Snape.

"What have you just done, Potter?" he snarled ferociously like some caged wild animal.

Harry stood still hardly daring to breathe.

"You are extremely foolish Potter! You've just sealed your life and written your future!"

"What?" stammered Harry.

"Voldemort was once a powerful wizard Potter, too powerful. He set a spell on that wand that whoever destroyed it would resurrect him. From the minute I saw you Potter, I knew you were too nosy. I knew you'd find the wand and think by destroying it, you'd be destroying him. But you were so, so wrong Potter. On the day of that twelve foot mountain troll Potter, I tried to get that wand to destroy it personally. I had always looked up to Voldemort. I wanted to be just like him. I wanted the power and wisdom he had. But if you have destroyed the wand, then I can't. So the only way I can become Voldemort is by destroying you. So that's how it's got to be Potter. This is the end, Potter. Goodbye."

Pointing his wand at Harry and screeching at the top of his lungs, Snape ended Harry's life by taking over it...

DD #5

Yesterday I was dumped by Steph. It might help me get over her. I seem to always end up liking her no matter what she does.

Also yesterday, I copied Linkin Park 'Hybrid Theory'. Linkin Park are brill musicians and today I got the lyrics to the 12 tracks off the album. I wrote up three more songs now called 'The Deal', 'Pain' and 'No Place 4 Me'. They kick ass. I've been kickin' to the beats of Linkin Park.

I fancy Sophie Coster and intend to get going with her. Rob Lowe phoned me yesterday and told me that he would text me when he get's his new SIM.

I need the loo and then I'm jumping in the shower, so I can't write much more.

I think I'm in trouble at school for tricking a boy into ripping a locked locker open and making Paul Handley headbutt a doorframe and later on a wall.

C u l8r.

DD #4

 I went Christmas shopping on Saturday, got loads of presents for people.

Then I went Steph's cousin Amelia Harriot's 3rd b/day party. I drank a can of John Smith's, then I had some Caribbean Twist Pineapple/Pina Colada, then I had a straight shot of Glenfiddich, Southern Comfort, Jack Daniels, and Bailey's. I got pissed out my head and could hardly stand up. I collapsed and awoke on Sunday feelin like shite. I had stomach pains and a headache. I had 2 paracetamol and went play footy with Steph, Sophie, Shaun, and Munkal in the street.

I snogged her a couple of times, God she's an amazing kisser. She's got a fit arse and I love her 2 pieces. How did I live without her. She is mega fit and the 1 person I actually love and want 2 spend the rest of my life with. School today was crap apart from me snoggin Steph again. I love Steph.

C u soon.

DD #3

Argh!

I have got back from Ilam Youth Hostel earlier. It was fun and I got something out of it.

Yesterday I arrived at school at 08:50am and got onto the coach about 09:50am. I met Rob Lowe and loads of other old friends from Mill Hill Primary. When we got to the youth hostel it was weird. We walked around the "castle like" building. We took in our bags and put them down in the main hall.

We next took part in a lesson. I had a group including me, Des Mayer, David Webb, Melinda Gray, Luke Hobson, Sophie Coster, Ryan, Lucy, Michaela, and Elizabeth. We hard to learn facts about 5 people in our group (D2) and then switch groups and tell people about 5 people out of your group. Next we had our first class. Mine was Science - Chemistry, the Study of Rocks. We had to say which groups contained which rocks. Then we did Chemical Solutions. We had to say the term for a mix of 2/3 e.g. Zinc + Sulphur + Oxygen = Zinc Sulphate.

After that lesson we had dinner. Dinner consisted of chocolate, crisps, sweets, fizzy pop, and anything else you could get your hands on. After dinner we had two maths lessons. 1 - Pythagoras Theorem, and 2 - Graphs. After that we had some free time and the opportunity to look around our dormitories. We were in with the Maggies. Me, Dobo, Frosty, Webby, Aaron, and Rob Lowe. We had tea which was fishfingers, choc ice, and a drink of apple juice. Impressive.

After that we had a Quiz (we lost), a slideshow, and then best - a disco. I got the nicest girl for a dance - Sophie Coster. She was a great dancer and I had my hands all over her. Then today I was still awake from the night before talking and joking and pissing everyone off. Got to sleep at 04:50am and am paying for it now. Today I got up at 08:00am and had my breakfast sitting with Sexy Sophie. Whoa, she's fit. After breakfast had to pack my bag and bring it downstairs.

Had 6 lessons. The 1st three were English which I had my hat confiscated in before getting kicked out. The nerve of it! Then I had a takeaway dinner, then had Science - Physics which some dickhead Yankee motherfucker kicked me out of for supposedly "mimicking" him. I had to freeze my balls off sitting in the entrance hall.

When the lesson was over I went into Science - Biology with a miss making Reebops (marshmallow babies). I suggested Sophie should lie on the table and we'd make babies. She didn't say no! If I had the chance... After Science, I had Maths - Mental Test. After that we got out of lessons and into the main hall. We all got told how good we'd behaved. Miss Bowdler gave me a dirty look, but fuck her the silly slapper two dollar whore! Came back on the coach but not before getting Robs number... or Sophies!!!

Got home and said hi to everybody - told them all about it! Turned on me phone. At 7pm Steph Hand text me asking me if I'd had a good time and telling me she's finished with Mike. I asked her out ad got the yes. Text Sophie and she said she'd wanted to snog me all Thurs and Fri, I was like "wot the fuck have I missed out on"! But not to worry cause I've got her address!!! Emma phoned me and told me that Amanda Higginbotham has appendicitis, and that I've got to finish Steph and go out with her. No way!

Now I'm set up 4 going Amelia (Steph's cousins) party tomorrow. I can't wait to snog Steph. But then I want Sophie too. Argh, I want them both!

Byeee! 

DD #2

It's been a while since I wrote - sorry, but I'll tell you all about what's been going on.

Over the last week, we avn't done much. I got a computer (Atari ST) which is good for a freebie. I still fancy Steph and I make diversions around school to see her - but it's all good. I've decided I want a bike, PS-One, or new mobile phone for Christmas. It's sad trying to make 'em buy me all of 'em but I've decided I'd most like a PS-One.

Mr. Bunn, my PE teacher has asked me to play hockey for the school against Haywood High. They apparently know nothing about hockey, but equally we don't know that much either. I'm going Ilam on Thursday (23rd) on a SAT's Success Course. 2 days ago I was voted the nicest lad in my class (how good eh?). I've started kickin' ass on DK64 on N64 (totally!) I've nearly completed it - NO game can stop me - well maybe for a while but that's all.

I'm limpin with the Bizkit at the moment. Watched Scream 3 yesterday - what a film, but it's not as good as Vertical Limit, Blade, and The Matrix. They are amazin'!!!

I think The Mole is Paul.

DD #1

I've never had a diary before so this is new to me as well. I know some people call there diaries names but I'll just call you diary. I'm 14 years old and just thought I should give you a description of the past 14 years of my life - what I can remember of it!!!

I was born on 06/09/1987 into a loving family. There was my mum Sheila Ivy Scott, my dad Christopher Paul Scott, my sister Claire Louise Scott, my other sister Stacey Ann Meigh, and my bruv Terry Paul Scott. I lived in Mill Hill at no. 26 Carlton Avenue. I can't remember anything from that long ago though. I went to nursery in Mill Hill and enjoyed it - as far as I know.

Not long later, my mum and dad decided to move to no. 55 Boon Avenue, Penkhull. I can't remember much from then either but I know I went to Penkhull Infants and had a good time. I went to school with my brother and sister (Stacey). When I reached the necessary age I moved into The Close junior school where I met David Melville and Martyn Lowe who were two of my mates. I went to Spode pottery factory and made my own saucer.

During the time I went to Penkhull Infants and The Close, Claire moved out because her and my mum had some arguments, and I met Dawn and Christine Owen who lived at no. 36 Bath Street opposite the park. Dawn and my mum became very close friends and at the Christmas of 1994 my mum and dad had a row, and me, Tez and Stacey slept down Dawn's. Mum came back to Dawn's later on, and the next day dad moved out.

Not long after that my mum and dad got divorced and dad moved into a flat in Shelton on Grove Place. We visited him every Sunday but it wasn't as good as having him living with us. He took us out to the pictures and swimming and places like that but I still missed him. Then in the 6 weeks holiday of 1997, me and Tez moved in with my dad who had met Angie Plant (and began dating her) and we moved into no. 9 Homer Place, Chell Heath. Claire moved in with my dad and us secretly, and Matt, Angie's son moved in. We had loads of good times together and visited my Mum every weekend. Dawn and Christine moved in with my Mum and Stacey, and started living together.

When we moved in with my Dad and Ang and Matt and Claire, we moved house to just around the corner at no. 2 Ruston Avenue, Chell Heath. I started going to school at Mill Hill again, walking about a mile every day. I had loads of mates and I was the hardest boy in my year. I could beat anyone up who hit me or pissed me off - I wasn't a bully however - I just stood up to the bullies.

In the Christmas of 1997, I got the best thing I own. A N64. (Nintendo 64 bit games console). It was awesome. Claire moved out. I moved up in life into Y6 of Mill Hill and Tez started going to James Brindley High School in Chell. I got loads of new mates and even went Kickboxing, Ju-Jitsu, and Self-Defence classes.

I was exceptional at swimming gaining awards with relative ease. 

Everyday I would just write stories on the school computer. It was fun.

Then I began going to James Brindley, and boy did I have a shock! I was no longer the hard boy, I was nothing compared to some people. I got bullied for cans of pop at dinner times and I didn't dare to tell the teachers - I would have got beaten up badly. As life drew on I grew up and life was great. I matured at the age of 13. Dawn slipped a disc in her back and became disabled. I got on well in school and learned well. I was in the top set at school as I got top marks in my Key Stage 2 SAT's - straight 5's.

In Y8 is where I can start becoming more detailed in what I describe as I can really remember it. We had moved to no. 9 Yarnbrook Grove, Norton, and continued to go to James Brindley. Dave Lawton, a lad who had moved in Ruston Avenue not long after us moved in Norton just around the corner from us and walked school with us everyday. I had loads of friends and enemies but one thing I had was my life.

I met Charlene Goodwin, a tramp up Norton who lived round the corner from Dave. I didn't really fancy her but I went with her anyway - I thought it could make me more popular - what a big mistake. I experienced sexual contact with her in a bush in some fields, though I didn't ejaculate I had sex with her. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick. She finished me because I didn't spend enough time with her, but deep down I didn't care.

However I am glad I went out with Charlene, because if I didn't then I wouldn't have met her brother Mark, then I wouldn't have found out about Eminem and if I hadn't found out about Eminem then I wouldn't be friends with Webby then I wouldn't of found out about Limp Bizkit - the best group of fucking musicians and singers around.

Anyways back to the story of my life. Later in the year I went to Chasewater where I started fancying Emma Woodcock. I felt empty when she wasn't around. I went out with her and every night she'd phone me and whisper down the phone but it was short lived because she finished me not long after but I don't mind because then I got a chance with other people.

Me and Tez went to France with school which had the best time of my life in it. We went to explore World War 1 trenches and stuff like that, but I ended up paying more attention to Steph Hand and trying to impress her. I think it paid off because I ended up going out with her. I felt the luckiest person alive. I met all her family and loved every minute of it. Unfortunately Steph got admitted to hospital under unknown circumstances. We know now that she has CVS but that didn't stop me loving her.

She finished me the day before Nana's Birthday party at the Talisman which was ace. I got up on stage and sang 19-2000 by Gorillaz, and Angel by Shaggy. I still love Steph but I give up asking her out because I don't get nowhere. I'm set for a trip to Ilam Youth Hostel with some mates soon and yesterday I swam in the Bazuka National Swimming Championships in 2 relays - freestyle and medley. We lost, but it doesn't stop us having a good time.

I feel happy at the moment. I've been limpin with the bizkit, munching back on the food, and kickin back on the computer whippin inhuman ass. I can't actually think of jack else say so I'll write too ya soon.

The Spell

 Fangs from a wild shark,
Udder of a newborn calf,
Gut from a wrinkly frog,
Rats vomit and bluish fog.

Venom from a live wasps sting,
Dried up slug and dead doves wing.
Stir it in the dead of night,
Make it so it's crisp and light.

Round and round the cauldron turn,
Making sure our broth don't burn...

Rattle of a mother snake,
Throw it in so it can bake,
Handle of a table spoon,
Eclipse of a crescent moon.

Scalp from a rotting corpse,
Tail and mane straight from a horse,
Rotting tail of a cat,
Ripped off muscles, rolls of fat.

Body from the depths of hell,
Stir it in, good and well.
Pure blood and torn out vein,
Lungs, kidneys, heart and brain.

Stir it up, a deadly spell,
Then you know you've done it well.

Round and round the cauldron turn,
Making sure our broth don't burn...

The Conversation

In a famous well known London Zoo by an elephant pen.
Inside pen is "Elephant" and outside the pen is "Me".

Elephant: Bored? I am. Every day, all I do is stand around being stared at by a bunch of brainless clowns.

Me: Well, I've been dragged to this boring zoo by my "parents".

Elephant: I have people like you staring at me every day. People who've been made to come to the zoo.

Me: I know it's rubbish!

Elephant: Well thanks! That's my house you're insulting!

Me: Sorry, I never thought of it like that!

Elephant: It doesn't matter. Forget it.

Me: What's it like to be couped up? Eh?

Elephant: Rubbish!

Me: Do you wish you could get out somehow?

Elephant: Obviously!

Me: Sorry but I can't exactly slip you out under my top!

Elephant: Sad life isn't it?

Me: Go over to the gate and I'll unlatch it.

Elephant: No it doesn't matter. See you around!

Travel: Ypres, Belgium

We visited Ypres as part of a school trip about World War I.

• The infamous Brett Lovatt line of "Vodka? Vot vodka?!" when Miss Silby caught them smuggling vodka onto the coach.
  
  
• Mr Averill having a mental breakdown screaming "YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ME! I'M EVIL!" at a bunch of high school kids in the middle of the night.
  
  
• My on/off romance with Steph Hand begun after Andrew Walters pressured us into our first kiss 😂
  
  
• Got toothpaste in my eye off the door handle and thought Webby had tried to blind me because he was jealous of me for kissing Steph (and had warned me something along the lines of: "If you wake up unable to move, it's because I've made you paralysed whilst you were asleep"). I walked out of our dorm, pulled the door closed behind me without realising it had toothpaste on - walked wearily down the corridor to Steph Hand's dorm, and rubbed my eyes since I was half asleep which transferred toothpaste to the edge of my eye. Walked into their dorm and was asked (by Kayleigh Hodgkinson if memory serves) "are you wearing white mascara?" which when I went to wipe and check what she was on about, I proceeded to smear into my eyeball 😂
  
  
• Hepple ran off over his missing wallet.

Descriptive: An Old House

The whole derelict building swayed sideways with little influence from the wind.

The porch was damaged, severely weathered by the harsh conditions supplied by the predictably poor weather conditions. Small chips of damaged white paint littered the naked floorboards, supporting the rest of the injured structure.

The front door was smashed in several places, large splinters of wood were discarded effortlessly over the hall's mangy carpet which was soaked a blood crimson colour by the continued exposure to the heavy blustry wind and rain.

There was a musty scent evident in the air, and defiant rays of weak sunlight emerged through the spiderweb cracks lacing the crumbling ancient wall structures. Dust floated all about, lingering as it swirled caught up in an invisible cyclone whilst gradually descending toward the flea bitten, dust mite infested floor. Lichen sprouted from the moist warm bare concrete walls, all about the old woodworm ridden window frame. The pane of glass was coated in a thick greasy layer of grime, and the absence of a section of glass in the bottom corner invited adventurous gusts of fresh air to invade the interior, escaping from the poisoned and weed choked garden, only to be consumed by the breeding and ever-increasing dirt polluted alternative to air.

Long black trees, conifers perhaps, dwarfed the Jenga tower of a building, which threatened to collapse at any moment. These, along with the presence of an unexplainable ground mist only contributed to the eerie and haunting atmosphere concocted by the murdered mansion.

Descriptive: 65 Yelxorc Road

 Even at night, number 65 Yelxorc Road looked friendly.

It was built of light stone that was lighter in places where sun had shone for hours on end. From the red slates on the roof and the perfect guttering, right down to the ground, there was no shadows only brightly lit areas displaying bright colours.

The trees and bushes in the garden were a brilliant green that appeared to spit out bright light. Yddub noticed that where the branches of one of the bushes leaned against the bright stone of the house, the leaves were brightly coloured as if touching the wall had filled them with more life than ever.

A nice thing was that if you were to look at the house, then nine times out of ten, you would see someone up at the window smiling and waving. The whole place was so lively and friendly, and if you ever felt sad, all you had to do was look at 65 Yelxorc Road and all your troubles would disappear.