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Early Summer 647
Dear friend,
I write this in the hope that one day it will be read by a friend so they will know what happened to me. If you are reading this, I implore you to try and get this journal to Hogwarts where my friends may still be at this very moment. Now, you may wonder how a journal as old as this one could possibly be owned by someone who has friends in your time, whatever that time may be, and I will tell you.
I travelled through time. Yes, that’s correct. I was born in the year 1980, yet I am writing this in the year 647 (according to the Gregorian calendar). For this reason, most of this journal has been spelled to be unreadable until July 1995, the year in which I disappear. I simply cannot risk someone reading this and changing history, or history as I know it, which is currently the future… Don’t think about it, it will give you a headache.
I implore you, be careful with my journal and deliver it to Hogwarts as I have asked. If you can’t get it there, try to take it to Granger Dentistry in London. Their daughter, Hermione Granger, will ensure it gets where it belongs. It may be the only way for me to reassure those I left behind that I am okay.
Love,
HP