I'm Hermione Granger. You'd think that my last year of school would suck, what with Dumbledore being dead, helping Harry find all the Horcruxes, and Ron following me around like a lost puppy. Oh, yes and Draco Malfoy being Head Boy next to my Head Girl. But in all actuality, my Seventh year had been amazing. I guess you would like to know why right?
Well I've found out a lot of things about myself, my friends, and my 'enemies', and I fell in love. No, not with Ron. People seem to think that I am, or was or something. I never have been, never will be. Not that there's anything wrong with being in love with Ron, but I just found a man that was much better for me. Is much better I mean, he's still living.
Everything that has happened to me in this short period of time has been utterly devastating and yet, absolutely amazing. I lost my friends for a while, but I also found new ones. I lost my family for a little bit but I gained another. And no, I did not join the Dark side; Voldemort would have killed me in a moment. But this year has been so topsy-turvy. And compared to my other years, this was quite a feat to accomplish.
I still wouldn't trade it for anything. Graduation is in tomorrow, Voldemort's still out there somewhere, and I'm writing in a diary.
Harry still has to find the final Horcrux but I think I know where it is, generally speaking. I still have to narrow it down, but I can't seem to do it. I still must tell Harry where it is, though. I don't want to do it until after we graduate. I just hope to Merlin that Voldemort waits until after graduation to attack. That would be best.
The man I love gave me this, he says, "Because you need something to hold all of your thoughts in." Of course, I don't think I'll write my thoughts in here, because frankly, I don't want anyone bad to find it.
So I'm going to begin telling you my Seventh Year story. Surely, writing my memories is a good thing right? Everything I learned in my Seventh Year is not widely known, thank Merlin, but I suppose writing it in my private journal will be safe.
I know I said that I don't want to write my thoughts down in it because a bad person might find it, but writing the past down won't matter in the slightest.
Why? Well, Voldemort already knows all of it. I just can't let him know the present because then he would know that we're onto him, know that we only have one Horcrux left before Himself. Snape found out the location of one the Horcruxes. He told Harry after he barely escaped alive. Snape is at Headquarters now, being nursed back to health by some girl named Maria. Apparently they went to school together way back when with Sirius and the Potters, and Remus and Peter and, wait, no, that can wait. You'll find that out in my retelling.
I shall start my story telling tomorrow before graduation.
"Granger?"
"Malfoy? You're Head Boy? Oh, Merlin what did I do?"
"What did you do? What did I do? I get stuck with the Know-it-all, little miss golden girl, not to mention your stupid little Potty and Weasel."
"They are not mine!"
"So you're theirs? Well, doesn't that sound a little bad for you? Maybe even a little slutty."
"You stupid jerk, I don't belong to anyone, nor does anyone belong to me. I'm not like your ugly Pansy, though I hope you figured that one out already."
"Of course, I figure you're not nearly as good in bed as she is." He shrugged his shoulders as he sat down in a seat, leaning heavily against the back support. Her anger and confusion at the stupid topic before vanished instantly, her caring nature taking over.
"Are you ok?" his head whipped around from the cool window to see her still red with anger. He watched her cool down, literally, before he answered, "Fine Granger, don't bother me again. I have a headache."
"How can you be fine and have a headache at the same time Malfoy?" she asked, her voice lowering slightly as she sighed. He glared at her, "Because you're giving me a headache. I was fine before." Then he turned away from her again and stared out the window. She took the seat across from him and looked out the window herself. She didn't find nearly as interesting as he seemed to.
Nearly an hour later, when she was still trying to figure out what was interesting to him as she 'read' her book he said softly, "I've never looked out the window before on the train. Always too busy trying to keep Crabbe and Goyle straight."
"What's so interesting about the land?" she asked, now even more confused. Shaking his head as he looked at her, he chuckled. She found herself entranced by it. She had never heard a decent sound from him, and here he was, chuckling softly at her ignorance. Her ignorance at what, she still couldn't figure out.
"Granger, the world is our land. It gives us life, it gives us protection, it bears our mistakes, our treasures, our bodies, and our souls. It gives us more than we could ever ask for and we treat it as though it's gum on the bottom of our shoes. We should spend some time appreciating not only what it gives us, but the simple beauty of the Earth itself." With that deep insight, he turned back to the window to watch the rolling landscape that surrounded their trip.
She couldn't help but think, This is going to be an interesting year.