31/08/1986
Sunday, 31st of August
Dear diary, my skin is no longer purple! But now I'm as pale as dad, and my skin is still somewhat sensitive. I'm partly glad not to have the same skin color as James anymore, but I feel like something important has been taken from me.
All the Potters, ever since they came from India, have always had the same skin color. Although I hate James, I've always liked the family history and my legacy as a Potter. But now I can't see that family in me. James took that from me too…
I'm... tired... I hate James, but I can't feel anger or sadness anymore. Dad is going to take care of James, and despite everything, I can't be completely sad because now I look more like dad.
Tomorrow I start my classes again. I have to give it my all to catch up and keep up with Draco. I also hope to see Fred and George again.
Goodbye.