I Don't Like Cereal Anymore

As I sit here, writing in the candle light in the middle of the night, I seem to let words flow out of my head and onto the paper. The words do flips and turns and so fourth, causing me to get frustrated. But I fight through it for all of you.

Nobody must know of my dyslexia, because it might just make me more of an outcast than I already am. No doubt when they read this, though, they will find out.

And that is my fear. I fear that they would find out.

I'd be angry if they found out.

I'd hate them for finding out.

I'd suffer from them finding out.

I suppose in this case, I am not so different from Anakin before he became Darth Vader.

Anyway, it is getting late. I've told you of the past few days adventures, and now I'm getting quite tired. Who knew writing could be this exhausting?

I'm trying not to fall asleep... I swear...

When I woke up, the candle beside me was no longer lit. There was a smear of ink from the pen I always kept in my pocket with me across my hand.

Groggily, I got up, and shoved this piece of paper into my pocket.

I made my way into the kitchen in the basement, the chatter of multiple voices reaching my ears quickly.

"Morning," I yawned.

"Good morning," Grandma Weasley told me with a big smile on her face (it never goes out of place).

"Am I the first one up?" I wondered, curious.

"Yes, actually. Arthur and Bill just left for work about thirty seconds ago."

I nodded. I walked into the kitchen with Grandma.

I searched through the cabinets to look for something simple to eat. I finally found a box of something that had dust on it. I pulled it out, expecting it to be cereal or something.

I dropped it about five seconds later into the ground.

It was a box of cereal on the outside, but when I touched it, a shock went up my arm and into my heart. There was a green light, and next thing I knew, I was on the floor with the object.

"Ouch!" I cried out.

"Al?" Grandma asked me.

"Don't touch it-" I told her as she bent down to pick up the box. "It cursed me or something."

Grandma left it by itself. She made her way over to me and held out her hand. I took it and she tried to pull me up.

Key word: tried.

It wasn't that I was heavy or anything. There was this weird glowing green light- it must have been from that green flash of light- and it was shaped like chains. The light made chains around my torso. Grandma let go of my hand to grab her wand or something.

While she did that, the chains locked up my entire body. The only thing free was my head and neck. I was officially stuck to the floor.

"This is bloody wonderful," I grumbled. "Exactly how I wanted to spend my morning."

"Who do you think did this? I highly doubt Sirius' mother would allow a seemingly muggle cereal box in the house..."

"James," I growled.

"Now, don't go making assumptions that it was him, Al," Grandma sighed.

I shook my head. "This is his work, I know it."

"You're going to have to stay here until your Grandpa gets home. Misuse of Muggle Artifact Office, he's the head of that department... Oh, it's best if there was not an inquiry at work right this moment..."

So all day, I sat on the dusty floor, my body aching.

James finally came down from upstairs (he got more sleep than the rest of us, apparently), and caught sight of me and laughed.

"Yes! I knew you'd fall for it!" James laughed.

"He didn't fall for anything," Sam stood up for me. "You placed a "cereal box" here. Anybody would want to grab it."

"Still! It wouldn't be as funny if it wasn't with him!"

I growled, "I am going to kill you, James."

Sam, ever the feisty redhead, stomped up to my brother, her feet creating thumps with every step. Her fists were clenched.

"Listen up, James Sirius Potter," she spat. "Al has put up with you for a long time, and I respect him for it. If it were me, I sure know that things would be a lot different."

"Your siblings are all older though," he told Sam.

"And you're Al's older brother. And I have an older sister who is just like you. She's a bitch. A asswhole, an overall shit head. She doesn't care about me.

"We've always fought. We had the worst fight we ever have had four days ago- well, back at home, when we were visiting my brother. We fought about something petty: we fought about Quidditch. She said she hated me. I said I hated her too. It was a verbal fight.

"She fucking disowned me in a way. And I hated her so much that day that I accepted it."

James was silent. "Well, I wouldn't disown him."

Sam shook her head. "That is what hog might say now. You can't change what will happen in the future, James."

"I can! I can if I want!" He called after her as he walked out.

I rolled my eyes. "He can't change the future. When will he learn that?"

"Never."

I sighed. "All I wanted was some Lucky Charms or something. I can't even get those anymore, can I?"