Harry was longing for Sirius, he was the last person Harry really considered as close as a parent, but now he's gone too. He couldn't believe it. It just didn't seem real, seem possible. How could Sirius, the funniest and closest personto him be dead? But yet, he now had a new longing that he just now discovered. He was longing for Hermione. But not just to talk to as a friend like they used to. Harry loved her. He knew he had, but yet never really paid attention to it. Now as he sat on his cousins spare bed, he needed to tell her.
"Just four more weeks," Harry told himself, "four more weeks and I'll be out of here and on my way to school." Absentmindedly, he glanced at his watch. 1 minute till he officially turned 16. He hadn't received any letters from his friends since the week after school ended. 12:00 am came and there was a peck of a beak at the window. He rushed over, expecting it to be the Daily Prophet owl. But when he opened the window, Hedwig, his snow white owl, flew in, quickly followed by Pig, Ron's owl.
Harry opened Hedwig's package first. It was a birthday present from Hermione. Harry read the letter aloud to himself. It said:
Dear Harry,
I am at the Burrow. Ron is sending a present too. We have a surprise for
you. Ron insists on telling you though. Happy Birthday! By the time you
this, you will probably already be 16. I have known something for a long
but now is the best time to tell you. I love you. I hope you love me too.
I miss you. I need you. Please accept to what Ron ahs to say. Well,
reply soon.
Love,
Hermione
Harry finally knew what Hermione thought of him. He ripped the paper of the package. It was a diary, in which a number of poems about Harry and Hermione together, had been written.
