Sept 13th.

Diary,

My name is Hermione- but I have always resented the name itself. It's so DRAG and boring. Hermione. It reminds me of a tree frog. Revolting. I wish I had a more traditional name like Clara, or Evelynne. At least those names are pretty. I've tried to nickname myself a bit but what can you do with a name like 'Hermione'? 'Mione? 'Herma? I considered 'Mia' but that just doesn't fit with my face. It's my Mums name anyway. I'm getting ahead of myself.

Well, I'm not really one to write about my feelings and express myself in words. I don't really fancy this journal anyway. My Mum sent this in for me which I thought was rather odd. It's not an event right now. But- seeing as I am on holiday I guess it does give me something to do for the time being. I don't really know what to write about but surely I will come up with something.

I guess I'll just drag on about myself until I can't find any more adjectives to describe my personality; Well, I am quite intellectual. I like KNOWLEDGE. Without it I feel absolutely ignorant. My good friend Ronald calls me a prat but I honestly just think he is jealous that I can do basic maths better than he can and I don't study the specifics as much. But- schooling has never been problematic for me.

I am fourteen years old currently but I feel so much older. My mind is maturing at an alarming rate whereas my body is stuck in this awful pretence-teenage year. I don't even have breasts yet. Ginny has bigger knocks then I and she is younger than myself. It drives me to no end. I hate my genetics.

I am muggle-born. THAT means that I am born from a non-magical family. Both my Mother and Father don't use magic and they don't acquire the skill but they have always been more than supportive of me. People laugh it off as a tragedy and a 'waste' of a good witch. It bothers me a bit but I try to be nonchalant about it. I think it is a complete miracle and quite shocking to be honest. I was CHOSEN of the whole world to be magic. Of course, I wasn't the ONLY one chosen but I was. It makes me feel special but it gives me a lot of anxiety as well. If I could be chosen to quickly, couldn't I br 'un-chosen' in a manner of speaking?

I have a lot that goes through my head. Some call me philosophical, but most call me naive and just say I overthink things. A lot of people have actually said 'Quit being so logical you are ruining the fun!'. Would people rather I was a blundering moron and sat hunch-backed with drool dripping from my lips? That doesn't sound appealing at all.

I have an appointment with my GP soon and I am quite nervous. I have had an awful fatigue in the past week and terrible chills. The nurses thought I wasn't eating enough so they sat with me a few days during meals but I have eaten plenty to sustain myself. It is a Tuesday evening right now but my Appointment is early tomorrow morning. This will be the first time I have left Hogwarts grounds during the school year unannounced in quite some time. It's a bit nerve racking knowing that everyone is going to watch my leave.

Harry has been very worried about me but he didn't tell me directly. Yesterday in Potions I fell over while walking across the chamber to get a text-book. Harry was across the room and he raced to me to help me up.

"Hermione? Can you hear me? Are you alright?" He had whispered in my ear. It was so muffled I could barely hear it but he insisted hours later he was yelling. It took me a moment to collect myself but I was alright. Of course- that loathsome Professor Snape thought I was just a hormone raging child looking for attention. He sent me off to my corridor to "sulk in private"- he had called it. What an awful man.

Well, the sun is setting and I fear I have a long day ahead of me. Goodbye for now.

-Miss Hermione Granger