The Secret Diary of Harry Potter

::Chapter Two:: Acknowledgement::


After all these crazy years, I Harry James Potter have decided that starting a secretive Diary would probably be the best thing for me. You see, I may seem to be a modest boy, but I am far from it. I have manners, I am polite, I care about others. But I also have some deepened secrets, fantasies, and desires, that most people should have, or some don’t have, depending on who you are, and how your mind works.

I was told it was always good to write things down to get them off your chest. That is exactly what I am going to do in this dedicated diary. I am now twenty-years old. I am married now, and have a life of my own with a set of twins all ready. I’m sitting in my study at this very moment to get a small break. I have decided it would be a great way to express myself, if I write all of my adventures and misadventures down. Everyone knows about Voldemort and I, everyone knows about the wretched life of the boy who lived.

But no one knows about the secretive, fantastic desires, and situations that went on when no one was reading into my life. No one knows about the sneaky, dirty, fantasies, or the times that my fantasies got wildly acted out. Oh no. No on knows about this. For if they did, just think of how many reporters would be sent to St. Mungo’s, with multiple anxiety attacks.

This diary is to be seen by no one, and gods and goddess’ help me if this gets into the hands of the wrong person. Hopefully, I am buried and gone by the time this ever gets into anyones hands. I have placed a number of hexes and charms on it, including one very dark one, that runs under parseltongue. My hoping, is no one finds this, and if they do, rest assured they will be in for an interesting read.

Life for me outside of the violent adventures had never been far from boring. I was not the innocent boy who went into the Fourth Year, unscathed by sexual desires and fantasies. Oh no, my sexual desires and fantasies were flying through me like a snitch running away from the seeker. Although, I am not a gay man, I love my wife, more than anything and I love my twins, but someone once told me, that sex does not have a gender, and their right, it doesn’t. I have been taught a lot of things behind the scenes, behind closed doors. You could call me bisexual or label me all you want. But, I just see myself as a normal teen trying to grow up and out of his crazy fantatical hormones.

I’ve had many encounters with the opposite sex, just as I’ve had with the same sex. So this is working both ways. My enounters have been mystifying and somewhat insane, but I wouldn’t trade them for nothing in the world. Experience and learning is the key to unlock all your forbidden desires and free them at last. I’m not saying I don’t have them desires or fantasies anymore. I’m just telling you they are easy to control and prevent if you act our or imagine your fantasies as if they were normal. No matter how mad, insane, or spastic they seem.

Your fantasies is what helps you live, what helps you judge, and imagine. It’s what helps a person get through a hard day. I sure know I’ve slipped off into fantasy world numerous times when no one was sitting down and writing my life story. There was also numerous things that was never recorded about my life. Those things, are going to be displayed on these pages in penseive memory form. The Boy Who Lived, had many exciting adventures, more than just killing a basilisk or running from Death Eaters. Merlin knows, I’ve done more than my share of that. Oh no, these adventures are misadventures.

I feel like a rebellious teen as I sit here writing down writing all of this. It’s going to take me sometime to write down everything. I have a lot of things hidden, and I can’t wait to get them out. Everytime I write starting on the first adventure will have a penseive memory charm. You’ll be swept up into my book and walk through the memory at hand. I must warn you that my penseive thoughts on these events are quite graphic and obscene. I’m warning you if you can NOT handle sexual encounters or find it in anyway alarming or disgusting. Please turn back and find something better to read or do. If you want to see, watch, and hear... then rest assured you will not be bored.


“Oh my gosh! James should we continue.” Lily’s eyes were as wide, as peaches.

James gulped, “Uh... I... I don’t know.. what do you think?”

Lily looked at him, “I’m not sure what I think.” she admitted.

James sat there, fiddling with his robe, as he looked at the words his dad scrawled down. He had a sigh of relief though, as he realized that having thoughts and actions of these kind as a teenager was normal. He had never told anyone about his thoughts and actions, things he had done with friends or like friends, or when ever he had too much alcohol. Which was on rare occassions. But, relief filled him as he realized, even his own father had these same thoughts, and encounters.

Lily looked at his face, “Why are you looking as if it is normal?” asked Lily.

James stared over at his sister, who had a puzzled look on her face, “It is normal Lily, at least for most guys anyway.”

Her eyes buldged, “I.. its normal to have... these thoughts?”

“Oh yeah.” said James. “We get htem all teh time.”

“Hmm... well... I’d like to read it. See what went on with dad.” asid Lily with a grin. “I mean he’s a good looking guy and it makes me wonder why he settled so quickly.” she told James, who grinned.

“I think he loves mum, but he probably all ready had his fun as a teen.”

“Yes, but he had us at the age of eighteen. Sometimes I wonder if he was with mum just because he got her pregnant.”

“Oh I don’t think so.” said James. “He loves her.. or else they wouldn’t have three more kids.” answered James.

“Yeah you’re right I guess... well let’s open it and find out just exactly what these misadventures are.” said Lily, with a glint in her eyes.

James just looked at her, “You do know we may be seeing our father in... er... tight situations?”

Lily just smiled, “I never said, I wasn’t attracted to my own father. Girls have thoughts too. Just tell anyone and you‘re a dead man!”

James blinked in shock, and as he sat there he realized, that not all girls are different. Some girls have fantasies of their own, they just hide them like boys do. He raised his hands, “I swear.”

She noded, “Good then lets get to it.”