31/07/1987
Harry, 7 years old
Friday, 31st of July
Dear diary, today I turn 7, at least that's what Dad says. According to my papers, my birthday is tomorrow, but I trust him more.
Aunt Cissy planned a birthday party and I met Theo and Blaise. I like Theo more, but Blaise isn't bad either. I would like him more if he stopped speaking Italian with Draco. I think I'll have to start learning it too, and NO, I'm not jealous. Dad says I am, but it's not true!
My black hair now reaches my shoulders, and I think I'll keep letting it grow like Dad's. It's not because Draco said I looked cute with my braids, it's just because I want to try more hairstyles with Mom's help.
I'm almost at the end of this diary, so I'll have to start looking for a new one. I thought I saw some empty notebooks in the Malfoy's library; at home, they're all filled with Dad's new ideas.
Oh, right! Dad won an award for his new potion that can be used as a food source for vampires instead of human blood. They have to drink it a bit more often than blood, but the ingredients aren't very expensive, so it's affordable. Now Dad is working on finding a complete cure for lycanthropy, although sometimes he gets sidetracked and comes up with ideas for a cure for vampirism.
The point is, Dad is now famous not only for being the youngest potion-maker in the world but also for all the new potions he creates. Interestingly, many of his new inventions he got either with my help or with the help of the twins. Dad always mentions us in his speeches and written works, but very few believe that children helped create such and such potion. Especially the one that won the prize; Dad says he only achieved it thanks to "Harry's" curiosity and Forge and Gred's creativity.
On Monday, when I return to the Malfoy Manor, I'm going to look for a new diary.
Bye.