The Journal

Sirius had been hiding something dangerous, something treacherous...from the rest of the Wizarding World... something only he knew about. The matter was never revealed to any individual as his death arrived unexpectedly a little too soon. One day, while James Albus Potter and his friends were messing around the Whomping Willow, the tree catapulted an old, withered journal straight towards James’ head. The kids were clueless as to the information held within the journal, but soon realized it held things that would change their lives, twisting it with adventure, drama, and choosing between life and death.


7. The Whomping Willow

    After a good night’s sleep in my new cozy bed, I woke up to find my dormitory streaming with sunlight. The other boys in my dorm were still fast asleep. Unfortunately, I didn’t know any of them yet. I bet Rose had already made some friends by now due to her over-friendly nature.

    I walked out of my bed and stretched, stifling a yawn. Looking out the window, I noticed the sun wasn’t too high in the sky. I pulled my robe over my pajamas and rushed out into the common room to find Rose already chatting away with another first year girl, probably from her dorm room. She caught sight of me and waved, beckoning me toward her and her friend. I awkwardly joined them, smiling to disguise my discomfort.

    “James, this is Ashley. She shares my dormitory. Ashley, this is James. He is a good friend of mine,” Rose introduced.

    “Hello,” Ashley said, slightly shy.

    I smiled and returned the greeting, “Hello,” then turning to Rose, “Rose... breakfast?” I asked.

    She hesitated, clearly not willing to leave Ashley alone so soon, but finally nodded and said, “Sure, why not? You care to join us, Ashley?”

    I mentally groaned. Rose may love making new friends, but I, on the other hand, disliked meeting new people. I simply wasn’t a very social person. Ashley, sensing my sudden distress, politely rejected Rose’s offer and smiled at me.

    “I’m not exactly hungry right now, so maybe later. It was nice meeting you, James,” she said.

    “Suit yourself,” Rose said, before grabbing my wrist and pulling me away from her new friend.

    “Ashley’s such a sweetheart! Did you see the way she speaks? It’s so... polite!” Rose expressed when we were out of earshot.

    “Yeah, unlike you,” I teased.

    Rose gave me a killer glare. “I’m serious! I wonder why she wasn’t put into Hufflepuff. I mean -”

    I cut her off, “Rose, enough with the compliments. I’m starving! Let’s go get something to eat,” I said.

    Rose just rolled her eyes out of annoyance and followed me.

    After breakfast, Rose and I decided to head outside and do a little exploring of our new home. We walked down the empty hallways and watched for interesting sites to explore. Hogwarts was so huge it was hard to keep track of all the places we’d already visited. We walked down the grassy landscapes leading into what looked like a monstrously grown tree.

    “That looks creepy,” Rose commented, frowning at the tree.

    “Let’s take a closer look,” I suggested as we began inching closer to it.

    The tree, as we got closer, looked over a thousand years old, yet full of life. It looked like it was a legendary tree, which meant a lot to many people. We hung around for a few minutes, walking around the tree, sitting down to rest for a minute, and using its branches as shade from the bright, beaming Sun, until the tree started whacking us with its branches and we ran back, giggling.

We got our schedules for our classes and listened to Professor Elliot lecture on our classes and timetables. When we arrived back at our common room, I asked one of the older students,

“What’s that big huge tree in the middle of the ground?”

The student replied,

“Everyone knows what that is...

It is, of course, the Whomping Willow.”    


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