Disclaimer: I don't own them and never will... The plot is mine though :)


The Diary of the spot directly between a rock and a hard place.

Saturday 4th June 2005.

I am sitting on my bed, the curtains pulled around, making this into a twighlit hideout. I don't want to be seen right now, but I don't want to be alone, either... The curtains give me an artificial distance, and an artificial closeness as I write this.

I never asked to be me, didn't want people to rely in me. People just see a hero when all I want is to be me. To whinge about homework, to play Quidditch, and maybe someday, find love...


This is intentionally short - it's a warm up scene... As long as my muse stays with me, I shall update tonight with the next chapter.