I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters in here (unfortunantly), JK Rowling and other people do.
Also, the story has undergone a slight name change. I decided that I didn't like the other one. Hopefully this one will stick. It doesn't necessaily have much to do with the actual story, although it might, I just like it :D
And now without further adeu...
Hermione Granger had never questioned who she was. No matter what happened to her, no matter how many things changed around her she had always known herself, and she always would. Or so she thought...
"Bye Harry! Bye Ron!" Hermione called behind as she stepped off the Hogwarts Express and on to platform 9 3/4. 'Another year over,' she thought to herself.
"Hermione!" a voice to her right called. She whipped her head around in time to see her mother and father running towards her.
Margaret Granger reached her daughter first a pulled her in to a tight hug. "Oh, I missed you so much!"
"Yeah... I missed you too," Hermione giggled, slightly embarrassed. "Y-you can let go now you know." Her mother was still holding on to her.
Her dad was next, repeating the ordeal. She smiled awkwardly and busied herself with gathering her luggage. Her parents had always been very loving people, and with her being an only child and all it wasn't like she had ever been deprived of their love, they'd been a little overbearing at times, if anything. But this... this was a little out of character, even for them. Hermione shrugged off the uneasy feeling that was overcoming her and followed her parents out of Kings Cross Station.
June 3rd
Dear Diary,
Arrived home today. It's really nice to be back in my own room, and have my own bathroom! I swear, if I didn't practically bash the door down every morning demanding Lavender and Parvati remove themselves, I probably wouldn't bathe all term!
Mum and Dad were acting really strange at the station when they came to pick me up. I don't know what's going on. They seemed very clingy and almost - dare I say it - too nice. It disturbed me, to be honest. But I don't want to jump to any conclusions too soon, not without a possible explanation; something that I don't have at the present time.
With Love,
H.
July 25th
Dear Diary,
Just a short update:
Mum and Dad seem to have gone back to normal. I knew it was nothing. I've been very busy with homework; the teachers have given us so much to do! But I'm really enjoying this essay for History Of Magic about how the Magic Community has viewed Muggles over time. It's really interesting.
Haven't heard much from Ron or Harry. Not seeing them for such a long time really makes me miss them and realise how much I value their friendship. I don't know what I'd do without it. But I'm not going to get sappy here.
Got to finish my essay.
H.
Hermione woke early, as she seemed to have been doing the past few days. Waking up early, such as at 6 or 6:30 AM wasn't abnormal for her - she liked it in fact, she felt it gave her more time to pack as much as she could into her day - but waking up at 4:30 AM three days in a row was. This time she was sure she had been dreaming something just before she woke. A feeling of deja vu washed over her: a feeling she had had that dream before. But what was the dream? For the life of her, she couldn't remember... Hermione wracked her brains trying to conjure up an image that would help her figure it out.
But nothing came. Not. A. Thing. All that she knew was that the memory of a dream she couldn't even remember made her cringe and brought a shiver to her spine.
She sighed and rolled over, trying to get back to sleep, even if only for a few more hours...
Eep! What'd you think??
