HP Margo's Diary

Tues, Jun23, 1990

It's Dudley's birthday and Harry was able to spend the day outside while they went to the playground

"We can go to Cross Street to eat ice cream. The vanilla ice cream there is delicious. I saw Dudley eat it." Harry looked excited, and he took out a few coins from his pocket. Enough for the two of us to eat one, and you can choose another flavor”

So we walked to Cross Street and Harry bought vanilla and I got vanilla and chocolate.

We took the ice cream and walked from Cross Street to the park, and licked the melted ice cream in a hurry. In the end, the lower half of Harry and I were covered with ice cream and sticky.

We laughed at each other and waited until we had had enough to remember that neither of us had a handkerchief to wipe our faces with.

"You can rub it on me, my clothes are dirty enough anyway." Harry pointed helplessly at his T-shirt covered in melted ice cream.

I twisted up his T-shirt pretending to be disgusted, and wiped my face.The smell of mint leaves and mild laundry detergent made my heart beat faster, and I quickly turned around and pretended to walk forward to hide the blush on my ears and cheeks.

"Hey, don't go so fast" Harry caught up, he noticed my face "Why are you so red?"

I fanned my hands casually, "Really, maybe it's too hot."

Sun, June 23, 1991

Harry and Dudley went to the London Zoo reptile house together.We made an appointment to meet at the park when he came back, but I waited a long time that afternoon.

This is his first missed appointment.

It wasn't until Dudley came to me that I realized that I had been distracted just now.

"Are you waiting for Harry?" He was rarely friendly

I didn't want to talk to him, but lest he take it out on Harry, I nodded in response.

"He's a freak, he can talk to snakes!" said Dudley. "Today he even put me in a boa constrictor house!"

I looked up at him, and he sensed my distrust, and his voice rose immediately, as if to prove something, "He is different from us, we are normal people, and he is a freak!"

I didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, I stood up and wanted to change my seat and wait for Harry.

"He's not coming" Dudley's voice came from behind me "He's been locked up by Mommy"

I turned to look at him, his face was full of complacency, "Don't even think about going to the window to talk to him at night, my dad changed the lock of his room"

I turned and left and sat in a corner of the park.Clearly not prepared to take what he said seriously, I'm not sure if what he said was true, even if he had no reason to lie to me.

But I don't want to lose out when Harry comes to me.

To my surprise, Dudley didn't jump up and down in the face of my obvious disgust, but suppressed his dissatisfaction and shut his mouth, sitting silently not far from me.

I also ignored him.

So he waited with me until it was dark, until the park was empty, until the sky was full of stars and the bright moon.

I hugged my knees and looked at the sky, and he was right behind me.I wasn't sure if he was looking at me, and I didn't look back at him.

Fri, Jul12, 1991

Harry later explained to me why he didn't come that day, because, as Dudley said, he was in detention.

"I seem to be able to understand what it's saying, which is amazing." Harry lowered his head in a daze, thinking about something, and then suddenly turned his head to look at me anxiously, "Do you think I'm a freak, Margo?"

I shook my head "No, Harry, of course you are not." I said softly "You are just a little different from everyone else here, you are the most special one"

He smiled, a little shyly, his green eyes curved like little crescents.

He looked at the sky in front of us, and I heard him say softly but firmly "I will definitely get out of here"

I didn't speak, and I'm glad he didn't ask me if I wanted to leave this time.My answer will disappoint him because I'm getting attached to Privet Drive and I don't want to leave.

Because here is Harry and the brightest moon in the world, how can I be willing to leave.

At this moment, I didn't realize that Harry's words would come true.I took it for granted that Harry and I would live here forever, in Little Whinging, Surrey.

Wed, Jul31, 1991

On July 1991, 7, Harry's 31th birthday.I bought a delicate and expensive vanilla ice cream cake with the pocket money I saved and worked at a florist.

We made an appointment to meet at that small lake in the evening, so I waited for Ah Wait with great anticipation.It wasn't until the morning wind woke me up that I realized Harry hadn't come all night.

And the delicately packaged ice cream cake dripped all over the floor.

This is his second missed appointment.

In the past four years, we have spent every birthday together, we will send each other some cheap but thoughtful little things, we will complain about Dudley and the Dursleys in front of this lake, and we will share all our own things here mood.

But everything changed in 1991

Sat, Sep5, 1991

Harry wrote a letter, he said he was studying in a magic school called Hogwarts.His original strange abilities are only because he is a wizard, and his parents are wizards.Everyone in the wizarding world knew him, and he made new friends who were also wizards.

His handwriting revealed his joyful mood at this time. He said that everything there was so beautiful.

He seems to have forgotten that I will wait for him on his birthday, and forgot our agreement.

I know I'm not a qualified friend, because I can't be happy because of his pleasure, and I even despicably leave him on Privet Drive, which he hates.But the sourness and disappointment gripped me so tightly that I couldn't tell I was happy for him.

I folded his letter and put it in a drawer, took out a piece of letter paper and wrote back to him:

"Dear Harry,

I am very glad to hear from you, and also glad that you can study in your favorite school.God knows how much I couldn't believe it when I heard Dursley say you went to a faraway labor school.Although a school for wizards is enough to shock me, but if it is you, I don't think there is anything impossible. Besides, a school for wizards is much better than a labor school.

I am also about to enter a new school, hope to see you in the holidays.

Happy birthday, Harry.

Yours, Margo"

I tried to calmly fold the letter and handed it to the snow-white owl with black spots, and watched it take my letter and fly to the intersection of the sunset and the horizon until there was not even a small black spot in sight.

Sat, Oct15, 1991

"Dear Margot:

Hi Margo, I'm delighted to tell you that I've become our school's Quidditch Seeker - Quidditch is a wizarding sport that we play in the sky on broomsticks!It's unbelievable, right?But it's true, I also own the newest broom model - the Nimbus 2000!It was much faster than Dudley's old bike!

I wish you were here so I could fly you over the Black Lake.

By the way, did I tell you that we have another "Dursley" at our school, and he's such a nasty-

Oh, sorry, Ron yelled at me to turn off the light, he's going to sleep, and I'm going to sleep soon.Good night, Margo.

your harry"

I put Harry's letter away neatly, took out a small piece of biscuit and fed it to his owl—Harry said her name was Hedwig, and then took out the letter and replied:

"Dear Harry,

Fortunately, I was able to attend Smelting Secondary School because of my graduation transcript.I am also very grateful to Mr. Dean for sharing part of the tuition fees for me, and I will use community welfare funds and part-time jobs to pay for the rest.

I'm really curious about how you look on a broom, don't you look like a witch with a long nose and a grin on a broom in Halloween?Hey, I'm kidding.I mean, I'm so sorry I couldn't be at the same school as you, and I'm so sorry I couldn't fly over Black Lake with you.

Also, I got your letter this morning - good morning, Harry.

Your true friend Margot"

I responded to his excitement with as easy a language as possible, lest he see my true thoughts.

When I received Harry's letter, I felt a little mixed. I was happy that he remembered me and was willing to share his life with me, but also felt the gap between us through these words.

He was still happy, even happier, but his happiness was no longer about me.He met so many different people, saw so many different landscapes, and I'm still here.

Tues, Nov8, 1991

Harry's letters are getting less and less, I don't have his school address, and Hedwig can only bring my letters to him when he sends me letters.

He mailed me a week after Halloween, along with some candy.

"Dear Margot:

Sorry, Margot, I've been a little busy lately.I originally planned that you would receive my gift on Halloween, but something happened and I forgot.These are the candies I bought on the train, notice the colorful candy, it smells of booger in it!

You feel sorry friend Harry"

His handwriting became more and more messy, and I almost had to guess what he meant letter by letter.After I put away his letters, I stared at the fancy-wrapped candies for a long time in the full moonlight.

For me, these things are both a medium and a barrier.

Thes, Dec17,1991, [-]

Christmas is a week away, I thought, the red hem rubbing against my knees, and I looked down at it bouncing with my movements, like my beating heart.

Someone in front of me blocked my way, and he smiled viciously, "French, I heard you were adopted? What about your mother, was she 'adopted' to England like you?" He said in "Adopted" The sound was accentuated on this word, and his companions understood his vulgar insult and laughed at the same time.

I should have rushed up to give him a serious lesson, but at this moment cowardice crawled into my heart, and my legs were as heavy as lead.I bowed my head, clenched fists expressing my powerless anger.

I am so selfish and timid, I despise myself like this, but I can't change it.

"This is not the place for people like you to come!" He looked at me fiercely

However, in the next second, I saw him from the corner of my eye as if he had been knocked out by something.

I looked up and saw Dudley on top of him, punching the boy in the face.At this time, his weight became the advantage, and the boy who was being held down by him was startled and angry, and roared angrily during the spanking, "Dursley! Why are you crazy!"

His companions were all stunned by Dudley's ruthlessness, and no one stopped him for a while.

"Dudley! What are you doing!" Peel rushed forward to hold him back. "Enough! Dudley!" But his bony frame couldn't hold him back.

When the boy who was pinned to the ground couldn't even speak, Dudley stood up panting heavily.

He glanced at me, then turned and left with Pierre.

I stayed where I was and didn't catch up.

Wed, Dec25,1991, [-]

Harry didn't come back.

He sent me a Christmas present, a wooden box that automatically sings Christmas carols and lights up.

I gave Hedwig a Christmas present I had prepared for him—a green scarf.When I saw this scarf, I thought of Harry, like a forest in the morning sun, full of vitality and green.

I listened to the sound from the box repeatedly in the room, and the only warm light in the space shrouded in darkness seemed to help me dispel the coldness of London winter.

I lay on the table in front of the window, resting my arms on my head. I turned my head to look in the direction of the wooden box, but looked beyond it to the moon in the sky.

His thinking seemed to run to the moon, to Harry's side at this moment.

What is Harry doing now?

I think he may be nestling on the sofa in front of the warm fireplace he mentioned; maybe he is riding a broom with his friends across the black lake he mentioned;

I'm starting to miss him, miss us talking through a window, miss us sitting on a swing in the park, miss us chatting shoulder to shoulder.