Maybe someday I will be happy,
maybe someday Harry will love me,
but right now,
All I can do is hope.


I rode to my school on a bright red train,


Harry and Ron were not there on the way,
I was lonely.
I was lonely.


I searched for them for most of the day,


I found nothing and I stopped my ways.


I wrote in the diary that wrote back,


It told that I didn't need them.





I got to the sorting, Harry and Ron still not there,


I was a brave Gryffindor, with bright vivid hair.


I sat down on that long table,


Ate at the feast, but I still wasn't able to smile.


Smiling was vital to my friends and House,


But I still wasn't able to,


Becuase I wanted my brother and friend.








When I went to Hogwarts at first year I was timid,


when Fred and George tried cheer me up,


Percy was livid.


I wrote in the diary that I loved,


But it turned out being an evil one.





Long periods of time I can't remember,


What is happening to me, I don't know what.


I saw Percy and Penelope kissing, but I didn't care.


I tried to tell Harry and Ron about the Chamber,


But Percy was here,


And I couldn't make it.


I ran up to write in my diary.


But after that, I had a cut on my finger.


Another period not remembered,


I don't know what to do.





I wrote on the walls with my own blood,


In a trance with help from no one.


I wished to be free, I threw the book out.


But soon Harry found out.


He took the diary, I stole it back.


I put in in my book sack.


The biggest mistake I had ever made had bloomed,


I didn't know what I did,


I didn't know I was doomed.





Tom Riddle bid me to write my farewell,


I tried to fight back, but I was threatened to be killed.


I wrote the terrible words on the wall,


And went down, and was almost gone.





Soon I was taken down the Chamber,


And I almost died in that room.


I felt nothing, I felt dead,


But Harry saved me,


he spilled blood, warm and red.


A phoneix saved him from certain death.





I wasn't expelled,


and that was good,


Hermione told me that I should leave Harry alone,


and he would come to me on his own.








Maybe someday I will be popular,
maybe someday I'll be pretty.
Bt right now all I can say,
Is that I am thankful for my life today.
Oh maybe someday.
Oh maybe someday...