I think that I should go see Professor Snape for help.

There. Going can't be any harder than writing it?

Let's just hope he doesn't kill me.

oh god. oh merlin. oh hell.

what happened?

i was there and she was and it all.

i don't remember.

except my wand worked.

Happy Birthday.

i think i might be dead or in hell.

if i was really dead and dead right then i should be with my family, but the only people i know here are like my family but somehow wrong.

ron beat me up and told me i was too much like voldemort. that's the ron who's shagging snape.

i don't know what to do.

okay, there seems to be a ticky box that lets me share this with the world and right now, world, I have a question.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE?

Dumbledore is the idiot the prophet always says he was.

Ron is a headcase who has been doing god knows what with snape. snape. and whatever he was saying, i overheard that and even i can't believe it.

met a headmaster with a house elf for a granddaughter

i don't like this place all that much

i've stopped dreaming and i have my wand and a spare

at least i'm not hungry

i'm down a wand, but up a journal. i was worried about writing in it, but no one else writes back and that's usually a good sign.

it's not a bad place. hippolyta has been really good me.

i think i'll use this to keep track of any clues i've found.

==clues==
1. i haven't been dreaming. maybe this is a dream?
2. people know me and in weird ways.
3. there's a book, a lot of books and movies.
4. i read them. if i get back, maybe i can change things.
5. i read the last book. does it really end like that?