I got a nice gold watch in the mail the other day! It fits perfectly and my initials are engraved on the back. But the funny thing is that it didn't come with a card or note or anything. I sent my gran an owl, asking if she had sent it to me, but she said she didn't.
She also warned me against wearing it since I don't know where it came from. But it's such a nice watch, and watches are so harmless, I'm going to wear it anyway. I just want to know who sent it, so if any of you know anything about it, please let me know so that my grandmother can stop worrying. Thanks!

I am seriously going insane in this house. I love my grandmother very much, but she's driving me crazy! She's so paranoid about everything now, all thanks to good ol' Malfoy. So she won't let me out of the house very often, unless we're going to visit my parents. And she won't let anyone come over to visit because Draco's wand disappeared after the Creevys were here. I honestly feel like I'm in prison!
So as a warning to all of you, once school starts, I'm going to be more social that I usually am. You'll probably get sick of me. But please just remember that I haven't seen very many people this summer. If I get too annoying, just tell me to go away.

Colin and Dennis Creevy came over to my house this week. Colin said he wanted to interview me for the new school paper he is starting. We talked for a while, and he took some pictures of me at the spot in the backyard where Draco and I had our little battle. Everything seemed perfectly normal about the visit except for Colin's little brother Dennis.
He stayed inside while Colin took pictures of me in the backyard. When I came back into the house, the place was a mess! Colin said it was because Dennis was chasing after his snitch, but something told me he was lying.
I'm just really confused and suspicious, but it's probably just my imagination.
Anyway, look for me in the new school paper once school finally starts!

By now I'm sure many of you have heard about my run in with Draco Malfoy. For those of you who don't know, I caught him cutting up mandrake leaves in my backyard. I managed to disarm him and take his wand and then I locked him in the hall closet. Tonks and Mr. Weasley had come to my home to get him, but Lucius and Snape showed up at the last minute and helped him escape!
I'm so frustrated with the whole situation. I feel like I let the Order down by not tying him up or hiding him somewhere away from my house so that the Death Eaters couldn't find him. I should have been more prepared for a sneak attack, but the second I saw Snape at the window, my brain turned to jelly. He still scares me to death, even more so now that he's a Death Eater.
If I ever run into Draco Malfoy again, he's not going to know what hit him. Because I will be prepared next time. So he better just hope there isn't a next time.

I've been having strange dreams lately. I don't know what's going on! Part of my thinks I'm just being paranoid, but another part of me thinks there might be some truth to these dreams. I can't really elaborate on this because who knows who might end up reading it, but I can say that these
dreams involve you-know-who.

My grandmother is starting to worry about me a lot because I always wake up screaming when I have these dreams. It's happened about six times now! I just hope it stops soon, because it's starting to worry me too.

Nothing else is going on around here. I can't wait for the school year to start so that I can be around people my own age again!

I really need to learn to be selective about the things I tell my grandmother. Ron told me that I was invited to Bill's party tonight. But then I told my grandmother and she went nuts! She said that no grandson of hers was going to be out drinking and going to places with "those types of women." I've been so sheltered by her all my life that I don't even know what "those types of women" are. But she started acting all crazy and going into my room to check up on me every five minutes, to make sure I hadn't sneaked out of the house. When have I ever sneaked out of the house?

*Sigh*

Maybe I should move out next year. I could technically move out now, since I'm of legal age already. But with the school year almost starting, it would be pointless. But in a year, when I'm done with school, I'm going to get my own place and I will do whatever I want! I will go out when I want and go drinking if I want and find out who "those types of women" are if I want. It will be nice having my own... what do those muggles call it? Bachilar pags? Vachlor bads? Oh well, I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I'm off to bed. Because for most of the guys I know, it's going to be a fun night, but for me, it will be pretty uneventful.

I am so bored at home right now. Gran has me planting a ton of mandrakes in the backyard, just in case our house gets attacked by death eaters. She says the plan is to run outside, put on the ear muffs we have on the back porch and then pull out as many mandrakes as we can. I think it's a great idea, but I'm sick of planting them. I guess it's all good though, if doing this could potentially help kill some death eaters. With any luck, my hard work could result in the demise of my worst enemy - Bellatrix Lestrange!

I just got a letter from Hogwarts. Apparently I'm head boy! I can't believe this is happening! I never thought I would get it. I wasn't even hoping. I always thought Ron or Harry would get it.

But I'm a little nervous about being head boy. What if the other students don't listen to me? So many people are used to ignoring me, or worse - picking on me. How are they ever going to learn to do what I tell them?

McGonagall said in her letter that I have shown a lot of bravery the past few years. It felt good to read that! I never thought anyone would say that about me.

I guess things are starting to look up. I can't wait to tell everyone at the wedding that I'm head boy!

Not much is going on here at home. I'm so glad that I'm invited to Bill and Fleur's wedding! It gives me something to look forward to besides going back to school. I can't wait to go to the Weasleys' home! I've never been there before and I'm curious to know what it's like to have a house filled with so many people. At my house, it's always just me and gran, but I've always wanted to be part of a big family! I get so bored being an only child. I wish I had a brother or sister to bicker with, the way Ron and Ginny are bickering all the time. It seems like so much fun!

Hey Ron, how many more days until the wedding? I know it's the 20th, but I forgot what today's date is.

My gran and I just got back from a visit to St. Mungo's to see my parents. I must say that even though I've been there more times than I can count, it seems to get harder and harder every time. My parents are physically there, but mentally, they are just gone. I wish they could be normal for one day, just to know what it would have been like to have them in my life if they had never been driven insane.

I hate Voldemort and those death eaters for what they did. They cost me a normal childhood. I guess that's why I've always felt drawn to Harry. He didn't have a normal childhood either because of them. I don't know which is worse though... to have no memories of your parents whatsoever, or to see them often but know that they don't even know who you are?

Okay, maybe this journal was a good idea after all. It really is helping sort through my thoughts and feelings. But I'm done with my pity party for now.