HP Margo's Diary

Sat, Jul9, 1993

Harry told me carefully what happened to him at school.I felt aggrieved because he was criticized by his classmates; I was amused because he pretended to be another classmate to get news; The monster cried out worriedly when he was fighting, and I carefully looked at him for wounds.

He actually laughed when he saw my nervous face, and I snatched his glasses to retaliate.

Thur, Jul21, 1993

We went to the ice cream parlor on Cross Street and Harry got vanilla and I chose chocolate and he insisted I get another one so I went for raspberry.

We walked along the street and heard him say that there is a cold drink shop called Florin in Diagon Alley

"Next time we can go together" he said "I can buy you the best ice cream there"

I nodded, feeling a little excited inside.At this moment, I feel that I can also participate in his world, and I am not so far away from him.

I picked up my steps and skipped ahead of Harry, who called my name after me, so I turned and walked towards him, making faces at him while licking the ice cream in my hand.

He was amused by me, his eyes were bent into two crescents, and he wanted to run up and hold me.

I stopped and waited for him, and I saw his black messy hair blown by the wind flying up, revealing a pair of smiling eyes staring at me from a distance.

The distance between us is getting closer, I put down the ice cream in my hand, until he is standing in front of me, until there is only half an arm's distance between us.

I had a premonition that he wanted to say something to me, but he opened his mouth and finally rubbed the hair on the back of his head, and he said "Come on, Margot"

I was a little disappointed, and heard him say again:

"I can buy you the best birthday present this year." He blushed a little. "I will go there early to wait for you, this time I will wait for you"

I seemed to feel something, and my low mood suddenly became high.I looked up at him, my face was a little red, and I nodded.

Sun, Jul31, 1993

I have been choosing clothes in my closet for a long time, will wearing a skirt look too solemn?Has this T-shirt been worn many times in front of him, or are these trousers?

I bit my fingers tangled, watching the clothes on the bed walking back and forth.

It wasn't until the time we agreed upon that I chose the goose yellow dress and combed my hair in a panic.

I ran downstairs and out the door, slowing down as I approached the park.

Holding the gift for Harry, I tried to suppress my fast heartbeat.

I walked eagerly and reservedly to the edge of the lake, but when I looked up, Harry was nowhere to be seen.

I approached and looked around carefully, and began to wonder if I had misread the time.

I wanted to sit on the grass and wait for him, but I was afraid that my skirt would be wrinkled, so I had to stand.

I don't know how long it took, I changed my position several times to relieve the soreness in my legs, but Harry still hasn't come.

I was a little annoyed, so I wanted to leave.But after walking two steps, I stopped again, rubbed my legs on the spot and continued to wait.

I didn't stand up straight until I heard footsteps, but my expression froze on my face when I saw the person coming.

"He's gone," said Dudley

The moment he finished speaking, the uneasiness deep in my heart was fulfilled.

I've never been so tired, not waiting for him all night in the park, not waiting anxiously for his letter, not getting a word from him for my tirade.

But when I thought I could enter his world, when I thought I could catch him, he was like fine sand in my palm, and the only response to me was the slightly itchy touch that passed between my fingers.This feeling conveyed to the heart became a kind of powerless despair.

I sat by the lake for a long time, I threw his gift aside, and the pair of glasses I picked out in the store for a long time would only make me look weaker.

Dudley sat not far from me just like before, I still ignored him and just looked up and waited for the dark.

I didn't realize I was crying until the cool night wind hit my cheeks.I stretched out my hand and wiped it randomly, but a blue handkerchief appeared in front of me.

"Why are you still here?" I stared at him unkindly, complaining unreasonably that he saw my ugly appearance.

"I look at the moon," he said, showing a bit of discomfort on his usually fierce face.

I ignored his handkerchief and looked away from him, looking up at the London summer night.

To me, Harry is like the moon hanging high in the sky in the cold night. I look up at his light, trying to use this little bit of light to resist the biting cold wind.But he was too far away from me. When I wanted to approach him, I found that there was a gap between us; I was looking for the moon, but the moon was still so far away from me.

Before he was 11 years old, I sat on the edge of the moon and felt that there was only me and him left in the world.And after that year, I stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch the moon, only to realize that what I thought was within reach was just an illusion

It turns out that we have always been people of two worlds.

Mon, Jun20, 1994

Then Harry moved out and he found his godfather.

I stood calmly at the window and watched his godfather come to take him away. The moment he stepped out of Xiaojinhui District, I saw him turn his head to look in my direction.

I smiled and waved to him, and he put down the suitcase and waved to me with a smile.

At that moment, I seemed to have returned to the scene when he came back from Hogwarts in his first year. I was so happy at that time, my emotions were mobilized for him, and his words and eyes made me jump with joy.

Because of Harry, England, London, Surrey, Little Whinging, and Privet Drive all have different meanings to me. The wind here, the moon here, and everything here are all because of him, which makes me feel nostalgic.