AN: Ok, lets just say that Harry defeated Voldemort in year 6 so that this story can flow better. This is his 7th year and the war is over. They are at Hogwarts still, so don't worry! Hope you guys like it. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Owner
Harry Potter walked into the boys' dorm and sat on his four-poster bed. He had just found a journal in the common room and wondered if he should read it or not.
It was fairly old. Worn by the looks of the ragged edges and had a stain or two on the cover. He guessed it had to be a girl's journal because of the handwriting.
Harry took a deep breath and opened the cover to reveal the first page.
He read.
Today was completely terrible. I hate Snape with all my heart. He gives way to much homework. Even if it's easy, I still hate doing it.
Harry read on to find out that they (most likely she) was in his year or a year or two below. He thought of all the girls that it could be. He could rule out Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Slytherins because he found it in the Gryffindor common room.
He was scanning the journal when something caught his eye.
H.P. was looking so hot today. I almost melted when his emerald eyes met mine.
He kept scanning and soon realized that his initials popped up a lot in this journal. Things like,
H.P. was looking good at the Quidditch match today. Good thing they beat Slytherin, too.
I can't believe C.C.! How could she have a crush on H.P.? Well, maybe he has the crush. But oh well. I hate her now.
I was so nice to H.P. but he never noticed me, again. I helped him a lot but he never seemed to pick up on the signs I was dropping.
R.W. is dead to me. H.P. is right to stop talking to him.
Harry began to think. He hadn't been mad at Ron in what seemed forever. Then he remembered, fourth year. This had to be from fourth year.
Harry soon learned that the journal started at some girls first year. And went through the years.
Harry was in his seventh year now. Having already defeated Voldemort his only worry was to pass is exams and finish his homework.
But now, he had to find out who's journal this was. The owner clearly liked him.
Harry skipped to when the writing stopped. It had today's date by it.
Saturday - I can't understand how G.W. likes D.M. She is completely mental from here on out. And did you see what H.G. was wearing today? Unbelievable. Wow, I just saw H.P. walk by. He looks amazing as usual. He smiled at me. He has a nice smile. I wonder when he's going to realize I love him. I don't know if I can keep it a secret much longer. Good Lord! You would not believe how stupid L.B. can be. Better be off to bed. Big day tomorrow. I hope H.P. will wear that sexy cologne again. The one that smells kind of husky and seductive. Oooh, I do hope so.
Harry closed the journal. Who was she? It's not Ginny. Hermione. Lavender. (He defiantly though it was Lavender at first, but apparently it's not.)
Harry felt warm and fuzzy inside. After reading the contents of this journal, he kind of felt loved. I can't believe this girl loves me. Harry thought.
Harry walked out to the common room after it was empty. He placed the journal on the floor by the fireplace, right where he found it.
He sat in one of the comfy red chairs and waited. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Maybe to see who she was. Maybe he was just stunned.
Pretty soon the sun had set and the stars had claimed the sky. The moonlight mixed with the fire's glow, made the room look extra cozy.
Harry watched the flames of the fire. The glow spreading across the floor.
The firelight showed the journal hidden behind a comfy red chair.
Harry stared at it. Watching it. As if waiting for it to jump up and start singing and dancing.
After a while he began to get bored and decided to give up. But then the portrait hole opened and in walked Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. The two walked straight passed Harry without noticing him. It wasn't until they reached the staircase that Hermione happened to turn around and see Harry.
"See you later, Ginny." Hermione turned back and said. Ginny nodded and walked up the stairs.
Hermione turned towards Harry and walked his way. She sat across from him on the couch. She sighed.
"What's wrong?" She asked concerned.
"Nothing." Harry replied. Shifting in his seat.
Hermione seemed to not accept that answer.
"Harry, what's wrong?" She asked with more concern in her voice.
"Hermione, nothing is wrong." He replied, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his legs.
"Are you sure?" She asked in a motherly voice. "Because, I'm here for you."
Harry looked up at her. He looked straight into her brown eyes.
"I know Hermione. You were there during the war, and you're here now. I know." He reassured her.
She seemed to buy it this time and stood up.
"Night Harry." She replied.
"Night Mione." He said back.
Harry glanced over at the journal unintentionally. Hermione saw this glance and followed it. She walked over to where the notebook lied and picked it up.
"There you are." She said to the room.
Harry's mouth fell open as Hermione walked up to her dorm.
Never had he been so shocked. Not even during the war.